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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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"Not until you tell me what's wrong." She's honestly worried about her friend, who is clearly so bothered by something he can barely stand getting out of bed. "Did something happen that I don't know about? You're not yourself today."
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Steve grumbles to himself as he pushes up with one hand, propping his upper body up enough that he can lean back against the headboard. He fixes Pepper with an unimpressed look and then shakes his head. "Nothing happened," he says, because he has no reason to believe that the mansion's food would suddenly have gained strange side effects, not when it's never been a problem before.
"Just because I'm not in the best mood doesn't mean that there's an event going on," he points out dryly. The timeline for that isn't even right.
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At least he lifts himself up so he's not just laying in bed. It's a small step, but one Pepper chooses to see as positive. "I didn't say there was an event." Although she doesn't necessarily believe that there isn't one, with the way he's acting. "But something clearly has happened. You wouldn't be this irritated by everything if you were feeling alright."
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At least Tony isn't here.
As much as Pepper insists, though, Steve doesn't have any clue about what's behind his horrifically bad mood. The problem being that he's also too annoyed to try and piece it together logically.
So he rolls his eyes at her instead. "Haven't you ever heard of getting up on the wrong side of the bed?"
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Because whatever miracle this is, Pepper sees absolutely no reason to savor it. Even her own problems can’t weigh her heart down enough to resist, so why should Steve’s bad mood do so to him?
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"Fine," he says, decisive, as he flings himself off of the bed and moves to his closet in search of a sweater, which he pulls over his head hurriedly, then yanks down with a frustrated grunt.
"I'll go for a walk." Just that word is enough to send Dodger into a frenzy, and he speeds over to Steve's ankles, barking happily. Steve heaves out a sigh and stares down at the puppy, despairing in his resignation. "Fine, you can come too." He reaches into the closet for the leash.
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"Good. I hope you and Dodger have a good time." And to take care of one final matter, Pepper goes over to the door to bring Steve's present into the room, out of his way. "I'll just leave this here for when you come back."
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He goes and grabs Dodger's leash off of the desk, and at this point the dog has learned to sit still while he attaches it to his collar. "I'm sure we'll have a great time," he says dryly as he moves toward the door. He doesn't plan to let Pepper hang around in his room when he's not there, so he waits for her to step out first.
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"I certainly hope so." Whatever has Steve so unhappy clearly needs to be taken care of, and quickly. Pepper is honestly half-tempted to try and stay in Steve's room; maybe some decorations inside would bring him that seemingly departed cheer. But she isn't so punch-drunk as to overstay her welcome any longer than she already has. If his mood doesn't improve, decorations can be the next step.
So she makes her way out into the hall, lingering just long enough to make sure Steve heads outside as promised.