| open | Throw your dreams into space like a kite

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Who: Bucky and anyone
Where: In space
When: Backdated to the event
Rating: Will update as needed
Summary: All things space.
The Story:

one: the silversun strip

[He’s allowed himself to fall into a bit of a rut. The same routine. The same two people, one of them being a cat, for company. He likes it, makes him happy, but he knows he can’t rely on that forever. He needs to get out there and the events, even when they’re bad, can be a way for him to meet other people. So Bucky finds the most touristy place he can and walks around for a while.

First the arcade, where he challenges someone to one of the shooting games; it almost feels like cheating, but he admits from the start that he’s okay with a gun. After a few hours there, he ends up in the casino, playing a game of roulette before he gets bored with that and heads towards the arena. He hovers around the viewing areas, not really wanting to compete, but hoping someone familiar will come by soon.]

two: flying cars

[Bucky’s no stranger to the concept, but the successful application of a vehicle that can fly - yeah, Howard Stark never quite pulled that one off. It leaves him a little nostalgic, remembering that night. When the car had hovered off the ground, it was as if he’d been thrown into the future. He didn’t even mind when smoke had billowed up and it’d stopped working. Stark left that particular invention fall to the wayside for others, but knowing what he had helped with, Bucky can’t complain.

So he rents one. He’s about to start it up and take it for a spin, when he sees someone he knows.]

Wanna ride?

[He’s a good pilot. No experience with this particular craft, but part of the fun is learning.]

three: wildcard

[Bucky is available for any of the event shenanigans. If either of the options above don’t fit with your character, feel free to pick something. I’m super flexible and would love to get Bucky out and about. I can be messaged through my journal or through barebone.]

Comments

[readytocomply]

[Bucky knows they're skirting along dangerous territory. The easy banter, how sweet and carefree it is. He was too loose with his affections before and he only ended up hurting Mettaton in the end.

The problem is, though, that he doesn't want to stop. He wants their friendship back. He doesn't have many people he's close to. Bucky just has to remind himself that he doesn't have to stop, only be more responsible about what he says and does.]

Yeah? Then we'll head there.

[They aren't too far away, he doesn't think, so he aims the car in that general direction.]

How've you been?

[mettatonvevo]

[Bucky handles this car with ease and Mettaton can't help but admire him for it. Mettaton's own disastrous attempt at driving one of these things aside, it really speaks to how smart the man is to be able to pick up this skill so quickly.

He even has a working knowledge of the traffic laws of the Citadel and it's quite astounding.

Then he asks a question that Mettaton... probably shouldn't answer honestly.]

I've been well. What about you?

[A gentle volley back into his court.]

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Really, how've you been?

[After a few seconds, he hits some buttons and the car goes to auto pilot, hovering in a traffic free area with a pretty view. If Mettaton asked, he'd have to admit that he was winging it. He'd played around with the buttons to see what they did and then he guessed at how to make it through the city.

It worked for him.]

You tell me and I'll tell you.

[mettatonvevo]

[Bucky turns this into a game of "Show me yours and I'll show you mine" and Mettaton knows he shouldn't say anything truthful but... this is like a vacation, isn't it? When this event is over he'll go back to what he was doing before and he'll distance himself again so he can be a bit indulgent right?]

It's been... it's been hard. There's so much for me to do and yet I refuse to do pretty much any of it and it is taking its toll. I'm unsure of where I stand with many of my friends and I know I need to do right by them but I still cling to them as much as I can because I don't have the strength to be better yet.

[Bucky is one of the friends who suffers the most from this. Mettaton tries to push him away but keeps coming back and he knows he needs to stop this but he really, really does not want to.]

I'll have been here for almost a year now in the next few months. I didn't think I would be trapped here this long.

[He's silent for a moment then smiles ruefully and looks at Bucky.]

Your turn.

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What's holding you back?

[Briefly, he wonders if it's some form of shyness, but that doesn't sit right. Mettaton has always been flirty and charming and outgoing. So if it wasn't social anxiety that kept him from doing the things he wants to do and keeps him from doing right by his friends.

Bucky wants to be more involved in Mettaton's life, but he doesn't want to push. He doesn't know if the robot is ready for any of that, so he stays away.]

I didn't think I would be either, but I don't mind. I've got a life here I wouldn't have had back home.

[He'd still be in T'Challa's cryochambers, asleep.]

I'm trying to let people in. [Like he did Mettaton.] I don't talk to very many people in Wonderland.

[mettatonvevo]

It's... a lot of things.

[But all of it comes to his mirror. It all comes to his mirror and trying to be more detached like him.

He leaves it at that, vague and in the air. He can't tell Bucky. He already tried once to get it out of him and he can't let him get so close again.]

Yes... there are some aspects of Wonderland that are appealing... there are people here that I wouldn't know back home and would dearly miss.

[It's a roundabout way of saying he'd miss Bucky if he was gone, but it's the only way he can say it without breaking more of his "rules."]

I'm glad you're trying. You need more friends. More friendly people who see you and care about you. You deserve that.