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entrancelogs2014-10-13 05:49 pm
sidecars) wrote in entrancelogs2014-10-13 05:49 pm
Incoming! (OPEN)
Who: Bucky Barnes sidecars and You!! Yes, you!
Where:All over Wonderland
When: October 13th
Rating: PG-13? He swears like a sailor
Summary: A new hero has fallen out of the sky and he'spissed extremely bemused by this bizarre land. You should come help him, though before he starts strangling an NPC for information.
The Story:
01. Ohhh oh ohhh great. He knows this feeling and Cap's not going to be happy with him. Hang over. Honestly, Bucky hadn't meant to get out of control, but anytime Toro and he try to have a quick beer, it turns into a contest to see who will hit the floor first. And you would think Toro would take the hint and realize he's never going to win. Maybe it's his consolation prize to see Bucky even more fucked up in the mornings than him. That jerk--Ow! Even thinking harshly hurts.
His head is throbbing in time with his heartbeat and the sun is like daggers--Wait. Sun? Putting a hand between his delicate brown eyes and the giant burning gas ball floating above him, Bucky cracks those bleary eyes open and is suddenly feeling a little out of place. Not surprising since he's in a flowerbed! The daffodils and daisies all seem to be looking at him, like they are judging him. Or justifiably pissed that he would desecrate their flowerbed with his drunken presence. Either way, it's still creepy, and Bucky throws himself upright despite the headache. And if Captain wasn't going to be pissed about the headache, he sure is going to be irate over the fact that Bucky is nowhere near camp!
"Shit! Shit shit!" and one more for good measure! What's he have on him? He's still in uniform--Which he isn't sure if that's good or bad yet. He's got his usual weapons, hidden knives, and--This sure wasn't here last night. "Damnit, flamer..." He's so not in the mood for this kind of joke! It isn't a joke! If he's needed for an assignment, how are they going to get to him??
Taking the smooth, metallic device from his pocket, he begins poking a few of the symbols he recognizes. It turns on like one of those television prototypes they made some years back, except it's a nice one! Color and all that. But the more he fiddles, the more he realizes this isn't just a few miles from their camp in Italy. He isn't even in the same country! Slowly, he sits back down on crossed legs.
"Toro, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..."
02. Are you kiddin' me?!
[ For a short thing, he sure has a set of lungs on him. He's already made the mistake of exploring on his own--Anything on his own is a bad idea--instead of actually asking for help. And as such he's found a wonderful market square like those in the small towns of Poland. But unlike those in Poland, these actually have some serious hardware! They are also run by wackjob wizards to boot! ]
What kinda currency is that? I need those, you understand? Kind of important! Hey, novel idea! Why don't we settle with real money? C'mon!
[ Bucky's negotiation skills are decidedly lacking with these people. Which is pitiful! Absolutely pitiful! He can smooth talk a guy into giving up his gold fillings, but these people are greedy bastards obviously! And he's ready to start something or finish it, which ever gets the merchant to listen to reason, even if it's coming from a fight. ]
03. [ Well that sure was a bust! Tail between his legs, Bucky finally storms into the largest structure with all the ostentatious swagger he can muster. He's got a room number and a floor to find and few crazy merchants aren't going to spoil that!
But apparently the mansion is. By the third floor, he keeps getting this feeling he's wandering in circles. Which is... odd, since a building should be easily managed. He's a tracker after all. Nothing too difficult about a mansion, but no! Wrong again! Every time he passes a window, it's like he's stuck in the same place. The view is the same almost every time! ]
Okay, Buck. Get it together...
[ If he let every little thing get to him today, he would never see himself to sunset. Instead Bucky moves to the large window and presses his hands to it, not caring about smudges despite how filthy he must be. Then, in a juvenile act, he presses his scowling face against the pristine glass, looking down across the lush manicured lawns. The sun is totally in the wrong direction he finally realizes. ]
What in the world...?
04. Wild card! Leave me your own scenario!
sidecars and You!! Yes, you!Where:All over Wonderland
When: October 13th
Rating: PG-13? He swears like a sailor
Summary: A new hero has fallen out of the sky and he's
The Story:
01. Ohhh oh ohhh great. He knows this feeling and Cap's not going to be happy with him. Hang over. Honestly, Bucky hadn't meant to get out of control, but anytime Toro and he try to have a quick beer, it turns into a contest to see who will hit the floor first. And you would think Toro would take the hint and realize he's never going to win. Maybe it's his consolation prize to see Bucky even more fucked up in the mornings than him. That jerk--Ow! Even thinking harshly hurts.
His head is throbbing in time with his heartbeat and the sun is like daggers--Wait. Sun? Putting a hand between his delicate brown eyes and the giant burning gas ball floating above him, Bucky cracks those bleary eyes open and is suddenly feeling a little out of place. Not surprising since he's in a flowerbed! The daffodils and daisies all seem to be looking at him, like they are judging him. Or justifiably pissed that he would desecrate their flowerbed with his drunken presence. Either way, it's still creepy, and Bucky throws himself upright despite the headache. And if Captain wasn't going to be pissed about the headache, he sure is going to be irate over the fact that Bucky is nowhere near camp!
"Shit! Shit shit!" and one more for good measure! What's he have on him? He's still in uniform--Which he isn't sure if that's good or bad yet. He's got his usual weapons, hidden knives, and--This sure wasn't here last night. "Damnit, flamer..." He's so not in the mood for this kind of joke! It isn't a joke! If he's needed for an assignment, how are they going to get to him??
Taking the smooth, metallic device from his pocket, he begins poking a few of the symbols he recognizes. It turns on like one of those television prototypes they made some years back, except it's a nice one! Color and all that. But the more he fiddles, the more he realizes this isn't just a few miles from their camp in Italy. He isn't even in the same country! Slowly, he sits back down on crossed legs.
"Toro, I don't think I'm in Kansas anymore..."
02. Are you kiddin' me?!
[ For a short thing, he sure has a set of lungs on him. He's already made the mistake of exploring on his own--Anything on his own is a bad idea--instead of actually asking for help. And as such he's found a wonderful market square like those in the small towns of Poland. But unlike those in Poland, these actually have some serious hardware! They are also run by wackjob wizards to boot! ]
What kinda currency is that? I need those, you understand? Kind of important! Hey, novel idea! Why don't we settle with real money? C'mon!
[ Bucky's negotiation skills are decidedly lacking with these people. Which is pitiful! Absolutely pitiful! He can smooth talk a guy into giving up his gold fillings, but these people are greedy bastards obviously! And he's ready to start something or finish it, which ever gets the merchant to listen to reason, even if it's coming from a fight. ]
03. [ Well that sure was a bust! Tail between his legs, Bucky finally storms into the largest structure with all the ostentatious swagger he can muster. He's got a room number and a floor to find and few crazy merchants aren't going to spoil that!
But apparently the mansion is. By the third floor, he keeps getting this feeling he's wandering in circles. Which is... odd, since a building should be easily managed. He's a tracker after all. Nothing too difficult about a mansion, but no! Wrong again! Every time he passes a window, it's like he's stuck in the same place. The view is the same almost every time! ]
Okay, Buck. Get it together...
[ If he let every little thing get to him today, he would never see himself to sunset. Instead Bucky moves to the large window and presses his hands to it, not caring about smudges despite how filthy he must be. Then, in a juvenile act, he presses his scowling face against the pristine glass, looking down across the lush manicured lawns. The sun is totally in the wrong direction he finally realizes. ]
What in the world...?
04. Wild card! Leave me your own scenario!