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Bucky Barnes ([personal profile] advanced) wrote in [community profile] snowblindrpg2017-03-29 10:18 pm

[log] soft toy exchange [closed]

Characters: Bucky, Steve, House, Ecks, and Castiel
Location: The museum
Date: Evening/Night of 223
Summary: Two sets of travellers run into each other
Warnings: Probable violence

[199: Though the building itself isn't the largest, the high ceilings and information desk through the double doors make it clear that this is a museum. This area is clearly marked as the West Entrance. Occasionally, information pamphlets can be found naming this place as the Norfinbury Museum of Art.

Surprisingly, most of the art has been left in the museum, and what hasn't been left still bears an informative plaque about the piece. None of the artist names are familiar, and nothing is dated any later than 2050. Unfortunately, probably due to the failed climate control, much of the artwork has degraded.

What can still be made out seems to indicate that this museum had an eclectic collection of traditional Alaska Native art as well as pieces contributed by other artists living in Norfinbury. Some of the plaques indicate that the museum was dedicated to fully encompassing the diverse and creative spirit of the town. There appear to have been a few works addressing the protests, but the information on these is minimal compared to less political pieces.

The building is bisected through the middle by the collapsed glass roof. Once buried in snow and rubble, a path has been carved through the mess, revealing the other half of the museum.

Where the western hall seemed to degrade from neglect, it's very clear that the eastern hall has been purposefully destroyed. Glass display cases have been shattered, sculptures dissected, frames knocked to the floor and paintings shredded. Information plaques have been painted over or broken entirely. Graffiti covers the walls, even up near the high ceilings. It doesn't resemble traditional vandalism, though, the illustrations chaotic and abstracted even where they represent recognizable subjects. Eyes feature prominently, in various stages of abstraction and occasionally grotesque in appearance. Though often barely legible, the words "long live the prophet" are also recurring throughout.Continuing on, the East Entrance area is architecturally a mirror of the West Entrance, but it has been similarly ransacked. There's barely an inch of wall that hasn't been vandalized, and the only informational pamphlets have been ripped to tiny pieces. But at least the double doors can be opened. Many of the prophet eye symbols have been blacked out with charcoal, but not all of them.]
fiteme: (01)

[personal profile] fiteme 2017-03-30 01:10 am (UTC)(link)
[Steve is wandering every part of the museum he can access in awe. It's been... so long since he's been able to just go to a museum like this. Or maybe it hasn't, but it's felt like ages. A lifetime. And everything is new and unique, and Steve just wants to study it all, take notes and make sketches and spend hours examining details.

That it keeps him away from the other people in the area is... a beneficial side effect.

He doesn't really understand the weird unsettled feeling he started getting when he and Bucky realized they weren't alone, but it definitely feels better to be alone, or just with Bucky. The idea of being around too many people makes him anxious in a way he'd rather not think too closely about.

For now, he'll just study the artwork, since he has no idea when he'll get this kind of opportunity again. Besides, what kind of art a group of people collects says a lot about that group of people. Usually. Maybe it'll be helpful.]
fiteme: (27)

[personal profile] fiteme 2017-03-30 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
[When they'd gotten to the museum, Steve had nearly vibrated out of his skin with the excitement of it. Art! He can go study real art! And it's still there! In... terrible condition, but still there! So when Bucky went to go set up camp, Steve broke off to tour through as much of the museum as he could access.

A few hours later and he's back, stopping a few yards away from Bucky's camp.]


Permission to approach?
ecks: (smiiiiiile)

[personal profile] ecks 2017-03-30 01:27 am (UTC)(link)
[That's okay, Ecks will watch right back, matching his intensity apart from the way her gaze flickers to the fake animals in front of him. She stops a few strides away before it occurs to her to attempt overt friendliness. Bucky will be treated to a very deliberate sort of smile.]

Hello.
ecks: (looking up)

[personal profile] ecks 2017-03-30 01:30 am (UTC)(link)
[Ecks is a habitually quiet creature, but twice now she has elicited negative reactions from people who did not know she was nearby. With this in mind, when she turns a corner and sees the smallish man staring at one of the faded images on the wall she does not continue to creep up in silence.]

I am behind you.

[She is, indeed, behind him. Like...ten feet away. This is how you avoid startling people, right?]
godsspeed: (what???)

[personal profile] godsspeed 2017-03-30 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ Castiel splits off from the rest of the group after lockdown engages and begins to patrol the building, as is his custom. While he normally examines each room thoroughly then returns to House or Ecks as soon as he's done, the museum's size and the sheer number of distractions within it make that a less than feasible task to preform in the time he has before he succumbs to fatigue again. He's forced to settle for making a wide circuit through the halls, stopping only occasionally to examine the art.

It's difficult to limit himself, even though he knows there isn't time to linger. Seeing the ways in which humankind chooses to interpret and reflect the gift of his Father's creation has always been one of Castiel's favorite things about his rare visits to Earth. Under different circumstances he could spend days here, studying the still lives, portraits, abstract pieces - interestingly enough, he seems equally as transfixed by the graffiti in the east wing as he does by the exhibits.
]
rubikscomplex: (music | guitar 2)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-03-30 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
[The acoustics are terrible in the destroyed museum, but the sound carries, and House puts that to use as he plays his guitar. He runs through a few more tunes like that before he pauses to eat his dinner, meager though it might be. Trying to get through the pass means conserving so they're not just stuck with vending machine food.

Interrupting him in the middle of playing is liable to get a person ignored, but he's marginally more sociable, if on-edge, once he's finished with his 'set.']
rubikscomplex: (not impressed | go away)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-03-30 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
[House remembers that creepy intensity. He remembers Bucky nearly attacking him when they were last here together. There's something in him that can't quite resist the temptation to needle, though.]

What're you looking at, One-Man Army?
rubikscomplex: (Default)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-03-30 01:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Wow, you were a skinny ass white boy before whatever serum bullshit happened.

[Hello, Steve. Don't mind House commenting from the doorway as he steps into the same section of the museum as the other man. He does, at least pause, not approaching fully, yet.]

How much do you weigh? A hundred pounds wet.
rubikscomplex: (scared | taken aback)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-03-31 03:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[House finds himself pinned and his eyes go wide before he's fumbling in his pocket and pressing a scalpel blade to Bucky's throat, in turn. He doesn't want to use it. He probably won't use it, and he's barely looking at it. But the threat of it is there.]

Neither are you.
rubikscomplex: (pain | sucker punch)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-03-31 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[House swears when Bucky headbutts him and his head slams back against the wall. Blood starts to trickle from his nose and Bucky won't even have to struggle with the doctor for the scalpel. It drops from House's hand to the floor. He's extremely dazed, but survival instincts kick in at that point, and he grabs for Bucky's hair, trying to yank his head sharply to the side and distract him so that House can get away.]
godsspeed: (what)

[personal profile] godsspeed 2017-03-31 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Being snuck up on is still a novel experience for Castiel, as a being accustomed to a very, very wide range of perception, and he pivots on his heel to face Bucky as he speaks, hand twitching towards the handle of the frying pan in his backpack. He relaxes quickly though, after having a moment to take stock of the situation. ]

I've been traveling with Ecks and House, yes. If that's what you're asking.
rubikscomplex: (scared | wtf)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-04-01 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
[His air supply is being cut off now, and House begins to struggle more wildly. He kicks out hard at Bucky's legs, trying to unbalance him as he throws his weight forward.]
rubikscomplex: (anger | shut up)

[personal profile] rubikscomplex 2017-04-01 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[Screw that!]

Get the hell off me if you want me to stop, asshole!

[House continues to struggle and goes for a straight up groin kick. Nothing else seems to be working.]
godsspeed: (ohhhhh)

[personal profile] godsspeed 2017-04-02 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ Castiel doesn't begrudge him his wariness - this place is dangerous, and not everyone in it can or should be trusted. He keeps an eye on the blade, but says nothing about it and makes no further aggressive moves. ]

I am Castiel. Who are you?

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