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entrancelogs2014-12-12 07:41 am
assembles) wrote in entrancelogs2014-12-12 07:41 am
as the friendship goes resentment grows
Who: Steve Rogers and special guests! (semi-closed for pre-arranged threads)
Where: All around Wonderland
When: 12/12 - 12/14
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone didn't think twice before eating the fruitcake. Have a very grumpy, grinchy Steve Rogers.
The Story:
Ever since that communal dream a few nights ago, Steve hasn't been sleeping particularly well. So it only figures that when he finally does fall into a deeper sleep on the night of the 11th, he's woken up by the sound of clattering and clinking outside. It's enough to rouse him out of bed and he's extra careful, taking his shield along with him when he opens the door from his bedroom out into the hallway.
What he sees are garlands and strings of lights whipping themselves down the hall, arranging themselves just so, moved by some invisible force. Steve watches for a good minute or so as the process continues and the mansion decorates itself. He's heard whispers about how terrible things had been last Christmas, but he didn't realize the mansion was so intent about getting into the spirit. It's like the calm before the storm, or maybe it's meant to give them a false sense of security.
Steve returns to his bed, but he isn't able to fall back to sleep. He stays up sketching, but when morning eventually comes and he heads outside for his routine jog, he finds that the entire outdoor area has been blanketed in snow.
Steve runs anyway, not bothering to get more appropriate clothing because the cold isn't something he feels much, even when it's snowing.
After his jog he heads back inside, takes a shower, and then heads down into the dining hall for a late breakfast. As much as Steve tries to think of pancakes or waffles or bacon, though, all that the mansion is interested in giving him is fruitcake. Eventually, Steve gives up, because he's hungry and he's never been particularly picky. He knows that most people don't like fruitcake, but it's not half bad.
Or that's what he thinks while he's eating it, at least. Afterward he's got a sour taste in his mouth, and his entire mood takes an unexpected nosedive. He leaves the dining hall to find the mansion just as decorated, but now the sparkling lights and ribbons only serve to annoy him, and when he returns to his room and finds the stocking with his name on it, he rips it off of his door with an undue amount of anger.
For the next three days, Steve contends with an uncharacteristically bad mood, one that keeps him locked up in his room for most of the time. He only ventures out to exercise (either by jogging or venting his grumpiness on the punching bags in the training room) or to get more food -- though now he's actively avoiding anything holiday related, thank you very much.
[OOC: Three days of grumpy Steve for everyone's enjoyment! This log is for pre-discussed threads. Come to his room to bug him or feel free to find him in the noted areas, or in the hallways to/from those places. Both prose and bracket tags are fine by me!]
Where: All around Wonderland
When: 12/12 - 12/14
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Someone didn't think twice before eating the fruitcake. Have a very grumpy, grinchy Steve Rogers.
The Story:
Ever since that communal dream a few nights ago, Steve hasn't been sleeping particularly well. So it only figures that when he finally does fall into a deeper sleep on the night of the 11th, he's woken up by the sound of clattering and clinking outside. It's enough to rouse him out of bed and he's extra careful, taking his shield along with him when he opens the door from his bedroom out into the hallway.
What he sees are garlands and strings of lights whipping themselves down the hall, arranging themselves just so, moved by some invisible force. Steve watches for a good minute or so as the process continues and the mansion decorates itself. He's heard whispers about how terrible things had been last Christmas, but he didn't realize the mansion was so intent about getting into the spirit. It's like the calm before the storm, or maybe it's meant to give them a false sense of security.
Steve returns to his bed, but he isn't able to fall back to sleep. He stays up sketching, but when morning eventually comes and he heads outside for his routine jog, he finds that the entire outdoor area has been blanketed in snow.
Steve runs anyway, not bothering to get more appropriate clothing because the cold isn't something he feels much, even when it's snowing.
After his jog he heads back inside, takes a shower, and then heads down into the dining hall for a late breakfast. As much as Steve tries to think of pancakes or waffles or bacon, though, all that the mansion is interested in giving him is fruitcake. Eventually, Steve gives up, because he's hungry and he's never been particularly picky. He knows that most people don't like fruitcake, but it's not half bad.
Or that's what he thinks while he's eating it, at least. Afterward he's got a sour taste in his mouth, and his entire mood takes an unexpected nosedive. He leaves the dining hall to find the mansion just as decorated, but now the sparkling lights and ribbons only serve to annoy him, and when he returns to his room and finds the stocking with his name on it, he rips it off of his door with an undue amount of anger.
For the next three days, Steve contends with an uncharacteristically bad mood, one that keeps him locked up in his room for most of the time. He only ventures out to exercise (either by jogging or venting his grumpiness on the punching bags in the training room) or to get more food -- though now he's actively avoiding anything holiday related, thank you very much.
[OOC: Three days of grumpy Steve for everyone's enjoyment! This log is for pre-discussed threads. Come to his room to bug him or feel free to find him in the noted areas, or in the hallways to/from those places. Both prose and bracket tags are fine by me!]
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Why couldn't Darcy have been one of those quiet kids who hides behind adults when she's meeting strangers? Not that Steve should have expected anything different, but she gets about two sentences in before he completely tunes out what she's saying.
It's not like it makes much sense anyway, and it seems easier to just let her talk. She won't know whether or not he's really listening. He tries to pick up the pace, because at this point he'd rather get to where they're going as soon as possible.]
Mommy? [It's the one thing that stood out to him, because he really doubts that Darcy's mother is here in Wonderland.] She's not here, is she?
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No, but I'm sure she'll be here soon.
[Right? Because mommies didn't leave their princesses alone in weird places for long, right? Right? Don't get her wrong, she's been having a lot of fun but it's getting harder and harder for her not to miss her.
Rather than dwelling on it, she continues on giving a little sigh as she starts back up the stairs.]
Wait 'till you see the dragon - he's huuuuuuuuge.
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It's something he could make a mental note to bring up when this has all worn off, but he doesn't actually care enough to think much on it right now.
When she brings up the dragon again, Steve sighs to himself and nods.] I'm sure it is. [He's really only in this for the food now, so he'll say whatever he has to in order to placate her until they get there, and then he can finally make his way back to his room and focus on avoiding everyone.
He really doesn't have the patience for dealing with children right now, even if they are people who are a part of his team.]
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Ascending the last flight of stairs, her quick little breaths fill the hallway as she skips down to the room with garland tied around the knob - the last piece of her breadcrumb trail back to her room. Barking can be heard on the other side of the door along with the sound of adult Darcy's voice from the video diary. She pushes the door open with a little grunt, making a beeline for the barking puppy. There's an excited giggle as Mocha licks her face, a small hand pointing to the shelf where Darcy had started to collect non-perishables.]
The food's up there - I can't reach it.
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Thankfully, Darcy does a good job of keeping the dog occupied and doesn't delay in pointing out where the food is. Steve makes a beeline for the shelf, although he's pretty perplexed by the addition of Darcy's usual voice to the background noise in the room. Where is that coming from?
Food is the greater concern, though, and so Steve grabs for a bag of chips and some canned peaches. Normally he would feel bad about taking from Darcy's stores, but it's not like he can't replace all this once the closets give up on shoving holiday treats in their faces.
No thanks are offered, yet Steve continues to pile food into his arms.]
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She was currently talking about when everyone was animals, the mention of a milkshake fight with Bucky before he turned into a polar bear earning a snicker from her younger self. Her attention returns to Steve when the voice mentions Natasha turning into a big black cat, tiny brows knitting.]
Is this my mommy? Why is she in the thing? Is she gonna come out and play with me?
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Steve had no idea that Darcy recorded herself giving accounts of the events that happened here, but it's actually a good idea. With their memories always at risk, keeping a record of what they go through could be very valuable.
It's actually enough to distract him from his mood for a moment, but then Darcy -- in her young and aggravating form -- starts in with the questions.]
Wouldn't you know if it was your mom or not? No, it's... [He doesn't want to get into explaining that it's actually her, so he searches for a half-lie.] It's the person who used to live here.
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When the puppy refuses to join her on the bed, she bounces on the large bed singing about little monkeys and going through the motions of falling into the giant and colorful pile of pillows.]
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It's not for him to see. He knows that much.
Which leaves him with this rambunctious, singing toddler. The good news is that he no longer has any need of her, and he knows that she's safe here.
Without even a word, he makes his way toward the door. Maybe she won't notice...]