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revivalproject2019-09-13 11:38 pm
stillgotmyleftarm) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-13 11:38 pm
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WHO: Agra 10 gets another Captain America, and this one is Bucky Barnes!
WHERE: Starting in the square, then pretty much anywhere you want to run into him around town/the forest
WHAT: Arrival and exploring (NOTE: If you'd like to continue/assume our TDM thread as canon, just go ahead and I'll roll with it!)
WHEN: Bucky's arrival, a few weeks into the first event
WARNINGS: Will mark if any appear!
The last thing Bucky remembers is being on the Bishop with Steve. Then, suddenly - he's in the middle of a run-down square in a run-down city and there's a glowing... thing downloading information into his head.
All in all, it's kinda like any Tuesday in the Fleet. Almost. Except not. Especially not since after things changed.
He's alone - at least, he is at first. Which means he goes looking for Steve, once he realizes he's got no communicator and, honestly, pretty much nothing else, either, except for the plain coveralls he's wearing and the red, white, and blue shield that might be familiar to some.
He eventually finds his way into places like the hotel, the hospital, and the power plant. He's not afraid to poke around, and anyone he spots that doesn't look like a threat will be approached without hesitation.
At first, he's looking for Steve - or for acquaintances from the Fleet. But that doesn't mean unfamiliar people get the brush-off. He'll come right up, ask if you know what's going on, and probably offer help if it looks like you need it.
It's pretty much part of the job, after all.
WHERE: Starting in the square, then pretty much anywhere you want to run into him around town/the forest
WHAT: Arrival and exploring (NOTE: If you'd like to continue/assume our TDM thread as canon, just go ahead and I'll roll with it!)
WHEN: Bucky's arrival, a few weeks into the first event
WARNINGS: Will mark if any appear!
The last thing Bucky remembers is being on the Bishop with Steve. Then, suddenly - he's in the middle of a run-down square in a run-down city and there's a glowing... thing downloading information into his head.
All in all, it's kinda like any Tuesday in the Fleet. Almost. Except not. Especially not since after things changed.
He's alone - at least, he is at first. Which means he goes looking for Steve, once he realizes he's got no communicator and, honestly, pretty much nothing else, either, except for the plain coveralls he's wearing and the red, white, and blue shield that might be familiar to some.
He eventually finds his way into places like the hotel, the hospital, and the power plant. He's not afraid to poke around, and anyone he spots that doesn't look like a threat will be approached without hesitation.
At first, he's looking for Steve - or for acquaintances from the Fleet. But that doesn't mean unfamiliar people get the brush-off. He'll come right up, ask if you know what's going on, and probably offer help if it looks like you need it.
It's pretty much part of the job, after all.
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She's not expecting to find anyone else already there, but she doesn't even need to get in that close to see the shield from above, and there's a relieved smile on her face when she touches down. She doesn't even care which other Captain it is -- any of them are welcome in a place like this -- but she's pleasantly surprised to find it's Barnes. He seems more level headed than the other ones.
"Don't you know it's dangerous to be out here alone?" she teases, in lieu of a hello.
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"Is that why you're out here? Looking for danger already?"
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"I live for danger," Carol counters easily, with a soft laugh as she glances up at the tower of the plant. The power tower. "I've been coming out here every other day to give it a little juice," she explains, holding up a pair of glowing, sparkling hands. "Doesn't last long, but it's better than nothing. Unless you've got any bright ideas to get it working again?"
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"Huh." Bucky eyes the building, then glances back at Carol. "Engineering ain't my strong suit, but I haven't looked at the guts of anything around here," he admits. And, granted, the pilot augment is probably gone, as far as he can tell, and it didn't exactly imbue him with anything specific that might help, but, "I'd be willing to take a look inside."
Mostly, his experience is with making due with less, but maybe that'll be useful around here. Rationing is definitely a skill that a lot of "modern" people just never had to deal with, and he can't fault them for it.
"So how do you recharge?" he asks, curiously, heading for the nearest thing that looks like a door.
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"Same way you do," Carol replies with a little laugh. "Sleep. Food." Not that she's gotten nearly enough of either of those things since she's come here, but she's gotten by on less, too. "I've got less to work with than I usually do, with the crappy diet and the longer days, and there's something in the atmosphere that's messing with it -- it feels, I don't know. Sticky." It's not quite the right word, but she's not exactly a master of language, here. She's got other strengths.
And normally she'd just fly up to zap the tower, but hey, going in through the door isn't a bad idea, either, now that she sees that's the angle Bucky's taking. That might just give them a real answer, and a permanent solution. She follows him in, glancing around for any indication of some sort of operating station or instructions, but -- as usual -- nothing's written down anywhere. There's a too-green light that filters through the forest outside the windows, illuminating a room filled with stale, dry air, and walls that seem too bare to be part of a facility like this. "Well, this is helpful," she mutters.
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"Sounds like better food's a priority," he says, "but I'm not exactly a farmer." He doesn't know if anyone is, around here, but they might have to learn, and quick.
Food aside, though, power wouldn't hurt, either. The place is predictably abandoned and run down, and mostly dark - except for -
"Wait, there's a light." Bucky squints into the shadows, but there is a soft glow, tucked not far away. He's (fairly) sure it's not a bomb or weapon - he figures they would've run into those long before now, somewhere else, if someone had it in for them - which means he approaches it, if cautiously, until the soft glow resolves into...
"It's like the one in the square," he points out, eyeing the glowing orb. "You think it's got more information? Like the other one?"
Not that he's particularly enamored of having information downloaded directly into his brain. But if it's the only way...
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As far as she's concerned, more information definitely can't hurt, especially when neither of them really know the finer details of how they're supposed to get the place up and running again. Carol's been filling in gaps with short term plans, hoping to learn more as she goes, by doing, and by observing what everyone else does - in that order.
Which means she steps forward with a shrug. "Only one way to find out," she says, before reaching out to touch the orb.
It's almost exactly like in the square. Information floods into her mind and doesn't stop until it's done, and she blinks in the dim light as she pulls her hand back. The room looks different to her eyes now - nothing in it has changed, but she knows everything there is to know about the power station. The orb gave her maps and manuals, volumes of data about how the Agrii power grid works, and when that piggybacks on the skills she already has - well, she's got a much better idea of what they're expected to do.
"There's a generator a couple buildings that way," she explains, gesturing past the window. "It runs on a kind of ... battery? It's a crystal thing about this big," and she holds her hands several inches apart, illustrating, "so we could search around for one of those, or I could go give that a jump instead of the tower. There's a hell of a lot more than that in there, though - their systems aren't like any that I've seen before."
She fully plans on jump starting the generator, of course, but she's also going to give Bucky a chance to decide if he's going to touch the thing too or just tag along with her. She's good either way.
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But ultimately, all that happens is Carol pulling her hand back a moment later, looking around the place like she's seeing it for the first time, and -
Oh. Well. Huh. "Wait - you got all that from this thing?" he chucks a thumb at the orb, still watching her admittedly a bit critically, like he's expecting her to break out in a rash or start babbling nonsense. He's... not, exactly, but he's still a little skeptical of things just being that easy. He's always skeptical when things are easy, okay.
Even still, his eyes flick back to the orb. Because, if it is that easy - if, and he isn't sold quite yet - then it seems like information worth knowing, for the both of them.
"How are you feeling?"
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Carol pauses mid-step and considers the answer to that question for a moment, doing a self-analysis that she hadn't actually bothered doing right after getting all that knowledge shoved into her head. "A little dizzy, but it'll even out," she admits, with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Not any worse than when I first got here," she clarifies, in case he's actually concerned, and not just trying to figure out what the orb does. "The download's a little aggressive, but I'm still me. It's just information. And I don't think they took anything out, either. I'd know."
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Bucky's still watching Carol curiously, eyes just the slightest bit married, but he's willing to believe her. (If Steve had said it, probably not, but that's a different story.) On top of it, she doesn't seem a whole lot worse off than she had been a minute ago, and he at least understands how a person could get new knowledge without losing a part of themselves. "The Atroma, who had us before, did something like that. They used implants." He waves a bit in the direction of his left ear. "I could pilot a spaceship, and I definitely didn't know how to do that before they snatched me."
Which is why, after a moment, he sighs. "Would it help if I knew what was going on, too?"
He has a feeling the answer is yes; he's already stepping closer to the orb. On the one hand, he abhors people - aliens, objects, whatever - messing with his head. Especially after meeting Soldat and Winter and... Steve - Grant. But on the other hand... this would be voluntary. And more information about their surroundings would be a benefit, not a detraction. He's already undergone one download from the thing in the town square. Two doesn't seem to do any more damage than one.
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"It's your call."
Carol's eyes flick to the place that Bucky points out as being the site of his implant; it seems harmless enough at first glance, but she knows a thing or two about the very specific ways that kind of tech can mess with a person. She hopes that these Atroma were being honest with him, and ... whoever else they "had." This is the first she's hearing of anything like that and he's acting like it's supposed to be common knowledge, so maybe she really did miss something somewhere along the line. "I wouldn't say no to the help, but it's not like it's hard to let you know what you need to do. Long as you're willing to do it." And he does seem that, at least, so she understands either decision he wants to make, here. "But then you're gonna tell me about the Atroma, because I've never heard of them before."
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Bucky sighs - yeah, it's his call, and he doesn't like it, but he can concede that they need more information. And the more people who have that information, the better. It isn't any worse than having the entirety of a spaceship pilot's manual dumped into his brain - and hey, this time, he gets to choose it for himself.
So he does, before he can back out - he steps up to the orb and touches it, and just like before, there's the torrent of information pouring in and spreading out in his brain, in a way more obvious and - yeah, aggressive - fashion than the implant ever did. Although, he's got to concede, that could be because he's aware of the process now, and wasn't before.
He comes back to himself a moment later, pulling his hand back and blinking a few times to clear the nonexistent spots from his vision. And - yeah. Yeah, now he can see the room for what it is, and everything in it for what it is, and - if this really is the only result, he isn't complaining. "Guess you've got your help," he says, with a tight, lopsided smile, before he adds, "I don't know that I can tell you a whole lot. I never met 'em face to face, but they're the ones that snatched me off Earth - out of whatever universe I was in, I guess - and dropped me into the middle of their intergalactic reality show. S'how I met Steve. The Steve here, I mean. We're not from the same place. My Steve is - " he pauses, expression shuttering just a little. "He goes by Grant, these days, but he's not here."
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Carol tries to keep her expression impassive as Bucky explains, but there's a slight hardening around her eyes, a shift in the set of her jaw. She already knows that snapping people up from their homeworlds isn't the exclusive province of the Kree - colonizers throughout the galaxy have a lot of fun with that particular habit - but it always pisses her off when she hears that there's yet another civilization getting their rocks off by exploiting other people in this very specific way. The fingers of one hand curl into a fist, almost reflexively, and she turns towards the door that leads to the generator. "What'd you do to them?" she asks, trying for conversational, or at least neutral, with her eyes trained on the path ahead of her and not on Bucky, who is hopefully following. "How'd you get out of there and wind up here?"
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"There was a group of... passengers, or whatever you want to call what we were. Sounded like they'd been there going on ten years - and that they'd been working on a way out most of that time. I guess they finally found it - they found a way to deplete the shields on the Atroma's ship, the Marsiva, and got most of the rest of us, in smaller ships, to help out once they were down.
"We never did quite find the Atroma, but we did find the way back. People who wanted it, took it. Steve and I stayed - along with a lot of other people."
He shakes his head. "I don't know how I got here, though. Or how I got here a whole fuckin' year before Steve did, when it was only a couple days for me."
That's what pisses him off the most, to be honest.