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logsinthenight2020-02-03 10:09 pm
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Routine Adjustments, Catch-All Log for February [Open+Closed prompts]
characters: Soldat etc, open and closed prompts
location: Various, see each prompt
date/time: February 4 - 15, non-event stuff
content: Some new additions to the usual routine, some quiet grieving, and some dancing
warnings: Just the usual Bucky shit
I. Expanded Patrols, All Over + Invincible [Open]
With downtown open, and so far away in the snow, patrols take a little longer. Soldat spends a week in early February balancing locations until they find the optimum route for the morning and afternoon patrols (or, the 0500 and 1600 patrols, since there's no real morning or afternoon in a world of endless night). After that, snow and ice or not, they can be found reliably following one looping path or the other, depending on the time of day. Sometimes with company, sometimes not. Sometimes stopping at the scrapyard to give the dog-spirit a treat and sift through the junk in search of something useful. Sometimes wandering the halls of the school, wondering what it would have been like to attend one. Sometimes glowering at the mall downtown with the stupid crocodile spirits in the lower level.
And after, lingering in the warm Invincible tavern room and kitchen, listening to people, playing music softly on their tablet, and munching idly on sandwiches or whatever Midge has made that day while they play a newly remembered boredom-dispelling game: solitaire.
They're willing to segue into poker, should anyone come to join them before they get up to clean their dishes in the kitchen and go home to sleep.
II. Expanded Hours, Gym [Open]
Wednesday and Friday, like clockwork, after the 1600 patrol along the downtown loop, Soldat is at the gym with Javert and Jason for weapons and survival lessons or, if no one shows up for those, sparring and practice. Because practicing outside is kind of dumb when it's freezing, and because the trees behind Aziraphale and Crowley's cabin are starting to look rather worst for wear, Soldat winds up adding another day during the week-- sometimes Monday, sometimes Saturday, whenever they have time. They just show up at the rec center and throw knives at things, slash at imaginary opponents all across the gym floor, and hit things with the flesh fist (the metal one doesn't need to practice; it's a machine).
Feel free to join in. Or watch and wolf-whistle. Whatever.
III. Fading Hope, Church [Open]
Between actual routine activities, Soldat has spare time. They don't normally like spare time, and try to find useful ways to fill it, but the first week or so of February, it's good that they have it, because they spend most of it in the church.
Scarlett, their very first friend since Steve Rogers, had an obituary. Scarlett has been gone for possibly weeks. Scarlett might still come back, and Soldat wants to be there when she does. Or at least find her as soon after as possible. Make sure she's all right.
So they sit in a pew near the back, feet propped unrepentantly on the pew back in front of them, and hold a notebook over their knees, sometimes writing (slow and halting, occasionally hasty scribbles), sometimes just staring at the blank pages. Waiting.
IV. Buck Up, Sad Boy [Closed to Misty]
Scarlett is gone, apparently for good, but. Well. They're not. And other people are not. And they can only wallow in Sad for so long before the Sergeant nags them into doing something they enjoy, even with the Asset apparently enjoying the mope. So after clearing out Scarlett's things from her old room (boxing up the more personal effects in their own room, distributing her canned food supply to the store), they head to Misty's.
They have a plan. This will cheer them both up, they hope. So they knock, tablet already out and clutched to their chest, and hope she's awake.
V. Dragged Along for Research [Closed to Sora]
The library is not really Soldat's favorite place, but here they are anyway, trailing along behind Sora, looking around at the books in a somewhat blank and lost manner. There's so damn many. How do you even know where to start.
Thankfully, that's what hyperactive teenagers are for. Start them in the right direction, Sora. Or at least start them somewhere.
VI. Wildcard
Got an idea not on here for something you'd like to do with Soldat before the memshare event? Hit me up, I am open to p much anything and everything.
location: Various, see each prompt
date/time: February 4 - 15, non-event stuff
content: Some new additions to the usual routine, some quiet grieving, and some dancing
warnings: Just the usual Bucky shit
I. Expanded Patrols, All Over + Invincible [Open]
With downtown open, and so far away in the snow, patrols take a little longer. Soldat spends a week in early February balancing locations until they find the optimum route for the morning and afternoon patrols (or, the 0500 and 1600 patrols, since there's no real morning or afternoon in a world of endless night). After that, snow and ice or not, they can be found reliably following one looping path or the other, depending on the time of day. Sometimes with company, sometimes not. Sometimes stopping at the scrapyard to give the dog-spirit a treat and sift through the junk in search of something useful. Sometimes wandering the halls of the school, wondering what it would have been like to attend one. Sometimes glowering at the mall downtown with the stupid crocodile spirits in the lower level.
And after, lingering in the warm Invincible tavern room and kitchen, listening to people, playing music softly on their tablet, and munching idly on sandwiches or whatever Midge has made that day while they play a newly remembered boredom-dispelling game: solitaire.
They're willing to segue into poker, should anyone come to join them before they get up to clean their dishes in the kitchen and go home to sleep.
II. Expanded Hours, Gym [Open]
Wednesday and Friday, like clockwork, after the 1600 patrol along the downtown loop, Soldat is at the gym with Javert and Jason for weapons and survival lessons or, if no one shows up for those, sparring and practice. Because practicing outside is kind of dumb when it's freezing, and because the trees behind Aziraphale and Crowley's cabin are starting to look rather worst for wear, Soldat winds up adding another day during the week-- sometimes Monday, sometimes Saturday, whenever they have time. They just show up at the rec center and throw knives at things, slash at imaginary opponents all across the gym floor, and hit things with the flesh fist (the metal one doesn't need to practice; it's a machine).
Feel free to join in. Or watch and wolf-whistle. Whatever.
III. Fading Hope, Church [Open]
Between actual routine activities, Soldat has spare time. They don't normally like spare time, and try to find useful ways to fill it, but the first week or so of February, it's good that they have it, because they spend most of it in the church.
Scarlett, their very first friend since Steve Rogers, had an obituary. Scarlett has been gone for possibly weeks. Scarlett might still come back, and Soldat wants to be there when she does. Or at least find her as soon after as possible. Make sure she's all right.
So they sit in a pew near the back, feet propped unrepentantly on the pew back in front of them, and hold a notebook over their knees, sometimes writing (slow and halting, occasionally hasty scribbles), sometimes just staring at the blank pages. Waiting.
IV. Buck Up, Sad Boy [Closed to Misty]
Scarlett is gone, apparently for good, but. Well. They're not. And other people are not. And they can only wallow in Sad for so long before the Sergeant nags them into doing something they enjoy, even with the Asset apparently enjoying the mope. So after clearing out Scarlett's things from her old room (boxing up the more personal effects in their own room, distributing her canned food supply to the store), they head to Misty's.
They have a plan. This will cheer them both up, they hope. So they knock, tablet already out and clutched to their chest, and hope she's awake.
V. Dragged Along for Research [Closed to Sora]
The library is not really Soldat's favorite place, but here they are anyway, trailing along behind Sora, looking around at the books in a somewhat blank and lost manner. There's so damn many. How do you even know where to start.
Thankfully, that's what hyperactive teenagers are for. Start them in the right direction, Sora. Or at least start them somewhere.
VI. Wildcard
Got an idea not on here for something you'd like to do with Soldat before the memshare event? Hit me up, I am open to p much anything and everything.
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"Yeah, the bad memories are important too," Sora agrees. At the very least the pain helps him remember to think of the pain of others. "They both help you grow, as long as the darkness doesn't get you first."
He curls up his legs in this aisle, getting comfy. "Tell me what you know about Steve. I like him."
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Steve doesn't seem to be the type to need character development. Plenty of that already. (An artist? Just like Jason and Naminé and Mary.)
"He celebrated Hanukkah with you, right? With you and your folks? Wonder if he celebrated Christmas with his folks, too. Or maybe your families celebrated Hanukkah together."
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"Do you remember things in the right order?" Sora gets memories sort of all over the place, so when he comes back to them, it's always a bit of a fight to figure out when something happened. Mostly he only has context clues to go on. "Do you remember, like, which memory of Steve is the very first one you have and which one's the very last?"
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"It's always out of order. No context. A couple I have specific dates for, mostly missions. Because I remember reading the briefing and there was a date on it. For anything with Steve... it's a guess. Don't know how old I was when I was captured. Don't know when I was born." They shrug a little, arm plates shifting but with a purr rather than a buzz. That's not a disturbed sound, just a settling sound.
But Steve memories. "The best I can guess. The one on the fire escape, we were adults. Before the war. Has to be the latest one I have. Earliest would be taking him home for Hanukkah. In the middle would be patching each other up after a brawl-- teenagers. Younger than you are, now. Not by much."
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The brawling sounds familiar, though, and patching each other up on top of that. Not that they were doing much but play-fighting each other, but when you're young and don't know how to pull a punch, things like cuts and bruises happen. "You two were together until the war... I guess that's when you two would have had to leave each other, wouldn't it? Because if Steve had asthma or something, he probably wouldn't have passed the physical." Unless there were accommodations for that sort of thing back then, but Sora isn't familiar enough with the history of the military for that. (There was a brief time when Skyler considered joining the military, but decided against it. Didn't want to leave home.)
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"Why do you say that you might not have left him? Like... if you remember being captured around then, then you were probably in it." There were probably Nazis in America back then, but considering the level of American paranoia, Nazi kidnappings don't seem likely to him. Unless, of course, Bucky's world is much more different than Sora's Earth than he'd first been lead to believe.
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A war that they never wanted to be in. And friends they wouldn't have left if they had the choice. "Yeah," Sora says softly. "I get that."
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"So long as you remember you can do the same thing I did." He closes his own book and hauls himself up. He can take some credit for getting Soldat here and asking the Librarian for books this time, but he's more interested in them knowing that sometimes it's fun to take a stab at the unknown and hope there's something waiting at the other side. Sora doesn't think he does anything special! He's just used to holding onto hope.
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"I'll try," is what they say.