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snowblindrpg2017-04-23 12:31 pm
mrcreamsicles) wrote in snowblindrpg2017-04-23 12:31 pm
[log] a little bird told me [closed]
Characters: Davesprite and Bucky, later joined by John and Mary Watson
Location: Out in the snow, then building 48.
Date: Late afternoon on 231 on into night.
Summary: Why not let this bird hallucination be your friendly guide? Also a meetup.
Warnings: General discussion of brainwashing and fictional Nazi-related organizations.
[Davesprite is not looking forward to today. He managed sleep last night largely by the auspices of Norfinbury putting him there, then woke this morning to the pinch and paralysis of a new injection. Maybe it's about time that happened, but it gave him a full 15 minutes of thinking to himself about everything.
Two days of being followed by the monstrous version of his former best friend, the latter grown worse through John's recurrent attempts to get him to give him something (his light, he presumes), and among all that came other topics and conversations with varying heavy content. He barely slept at all the first night.]
[He's spent the morning and time after trying to distract himself. Just because John is no longer there to follow him doesn't mean the thoughts are gone, and they bring a kind of dread toward the meeting set to happen. Bucky knows he's going to look weird, but having been told so is different from actually seeing him in all his neon glory. Is Bucky even going to accept he's real? A run of that is the last thing he needs after all the reminders from John's presence.]
[But damn if he doesn't want to help anyway. He may not always trust Bucky under normal circumstances, and not one in-person meeting between them has yet gone right, but he can't leave him alone. He knows enough about Norfinbury and Bucky himself to help him the right direction.]
[His nerves still pick up when he first sees Bucky from the distance. He swallows the feeling down, and with a carefully neutral expression, he waves and calls over to him.]
Yo! Over here, man.
[Davesprite himself is impossible to miss, an orange disaster added to by his same-colored coat and the backpack on his front, with a sunhat on his head and an almost rainbow striped sock covering the tail where his legs should be. Part of it, anyway, before the material disappears under the layers of a plastic tablecloth and trash bag. There's a flower crown near the end. He has the sunglasses on, of course, but his wings look more like a weird hump thanks to the blanket he has draped over them.]
Location: Out in the snow, then building 48.
Date: Late afternoon on 231 on into night.
Summary: Why not let this bird hallucination be your friendly guide? Also a meetup.
Warnings: General discussion of brainwashing and fictional Nazi-related organizations.
[Davesprite is not looking forward to today. He managed sleep last night largely by the auspices of Norfinbury putting him there, then woke this morning to the pinch and paralysis of a new injection. Maybe it's about time that happened, but it gave him a full 15 minutes of thinking to himself about everything.
Two days of being followed by the monstrous version of his former best friend, the latter grown worse through John's recurrent attempts to get him to give him something (his light, he presumes), and among all that came other topics and conversations with varying heavy content. He barely slept at all the first night.]
[He's spent the morning and time after trying to distract himself. Just because John is no longer there to follow him doesn't mean the thoughts are gone, and they bring a kind of dread toward the meeting set to happen. Bucky knows he's going to look weird, but having been told so is different from actually seeing him in all his neon glory. Is Bucky even going to accept he's real? A run of that is the last thing he needs after all the reminders from John's presence.]
[But damn if he doesn't want to help anyway. He may not always trust Bucky under normal circumstances, and not one in-person meeting between them has yet gone right, but he can't leave him alone. He knows enough about Norfinbury and Bucky himself to help him the right direction.]
[His nerves still pick up when he first sees Bucky from the distance. He swallows the feeling down, and with a carefully neutral expression, he waves and calls over to him.]
Yo! Over here, man.
[Davesprite himself is impossible to miss, an orange disaster added to by his same-colored coat and the backpack on his front, with a sunhat on his head and an almost rainbow striped sock covering the tail where his legs should be. Part of it, anyway, before the material disappears under the layers of a plastic tablecloth and trash bag. There's a flower crown near the end. He has the sunglasses on, of course, but his wings look more like a weird hump thanks to the blanket he has draped over them.]
