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entrancelogs2017-06-04 12:02 am
readytocomply) wrote in entrancelogs2017-06-04 12:02 am
| open | A cold wind was blowing from the north
Who: Bucky and anyone
Where: Ski resort and mansion
When: The event and the day after
Rating: Event death
Summary: All things snowy and cold
The Story:
one: there's no such thing as too much snow
[Bucky doesn't like the cold. It's something he adjusts to, when he has to, but he's not a fan. So he stays inside for the first part of the event, rummaging through the kitchen to make his own version of hot cocoa. Cinnamon to spice it up. He'll make a couple mugs and take them with him as he curls up with Sugar by the fire. After that, he'll find his way outside, looking around to see what everyone is doing with their surprise vacation.
He can be pulled into a snowball fight or help someone who wants to ski or snowboard (though he won't actually do that himself) or can be persuaded to head inside for cards or something similar.]
two: there's too much snow
[It was the day after the event that Bucky woke up again or came back to life. He was huddled up against the wall, legs drawn up under his knees, staring at nothing. He'd died yesterday. There was a girl in the snow, lost, and he'd been out making sure nobody was hurt or caught in the storm. Steve was rubbing off on him. It hadn't been smart to go out, but he was strong and figured that if he could help people, he should.
She'd been hurt and as unpredictable as snow could be, they'd toppled over a steep incline and he'd twisted to take the brunt of it. He could tell he was injured, more than the serum could keep up with, something even it couldn't heal. Bucky had managed to get her closer to the inn before everything had gone black.
But that was yesterday and today he was trying to figure out why he wasn't relieved that he was magically alive. He didn't want to be dead, but he didn't feel good about the whole thing. Bucky lifts his head when he hears someone approaching. He's visibly upset but doesn't say anything at first.]
three: wildcard
[Bucky is available for any of the event shenanigans. If either of the options above (one is during event and one is post) 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![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
barebone.]
Where: Ski resort and mansion
When: The event and the day after
Rating: Event death
Summary: All things snowy and cold
The Story:
one: there's no such thing as too much snow
[Bucky doesn't like the cold. It's something he adjusts to, when he has to, but he's not a fan. So he stays inside for the first part of the event, rummaging through the kitchen to make his own version of hot cocoa. Cinnamon to spice it up. He'll make a couple mugs and take them with him as he curls up with Sugar by the fire. After that, he'll find his way outside, looking around to see what everyone is doing with their surprise vacation.
He can be pulled into a snowball fight or help someone who wants to ski or snowboard (though he won't actually do that himself) or can be persuaded to head inside for cards or something similar.]
two: there's too much snow
[It was the day after the event that Bucky woke up again or came back to life. He was huddled up against the wall, legs drawn up under his knees, staring at nothing. He'd died yesterday. There was a girl in the snow, lost, and he'd been out making sure nobody was hurt or caught in the storm. Steve was rubbing off on him. It hadn't been smart to go out, but he was strong and figured that if he could help people, he should.
She'd been hurt and as unpredictable as snow could be, they'd toppled over a steep incline and he'd twisted to take the brunt of it. He could tell he was injured, more than the serum could keep up with, something even it couldn't heal. Bucky had managed to get her closer to the inn before everything had gone black.
But that was yesterday and today he was trying to figure out why he wasn't relieved that he was magically alive. He didn't want to be dead, but he didn't feel good about the whole thing. Bucky lifts his head when he hears someone approaching. He's visibly upset but doesn't say anything at first.]
three: wildcard
[Bucky is available for any of the event shenanigans. If either of the options above (one is during event and one is post) 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
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He's seen it happen now. He knows that he will never be a hero. And he knows that unlike his fellow monsters, he won't dissolve into dust.]
The debt that all men pay? I've never heard that expression before.
[It's a heavy sentiment. It speaks of inevitability and despair and it sends a small shiver through Mettaton.
He reaches out a hand and wraps it around Bucky's shoulders, holding him tight.]
I believe you, dear. I hope you don't get hurt like this again.
[Quietly he hopes that if Bucky ever gets this close to dying again, Mettaton will be around to do something about it.]
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Bucky won't live forever and he's not sure he'd want to have that option.]
Hope not, too.
[Leaning into Mettaton, he closes his eyes.]
You better not die again either.
[At least, tell him about it so he can do something. Stop it, be there for him afterwards. Anything.]
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For once, it's great to hear that someone wants to cling to life as desperately as he wants to cling to them.]
I'll do my best. I can't promise that I won't, Wonderland being Wonderland and all but....
[He leans into Bucky, relaxing into the touch and embrace. For once it is guilt free.]
No matter what happens, I know you will be there for me. And I for you.