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revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
ladiesss) wrote in revivalproject2019-09-27 08:19 am
Adjusting - Open Post
WHO: Krista & anyone who wants to join her!
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
------
School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
------
Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
WHERE: The edge of the forest, the school (??), and the hotel.
WHAT: Magic, exploration, and laying on the floor because uuuugh.
WHEN: Time is relative but after she's been here for a week.
WARNINGS: None, currently!
Forest.
Krista thought she was being sneaky, heading to the edge of the relatively less-traveled forest area to do her weird fairy magic. She was careful to be quiet about it, at first, making sure no one was around to see or hear her... But once she gets going, she gets absorbed in the task, and may not notice someone quietly walking up behind her, or hanging around to overhear her conversation.
Because she is having a serious conversation... with a frog. It has four eyes and weird, silver blotches on its back, but it's definitely a frog, and she's definitely whispering at if as if she's hearing the second half of a conversation.
"...He looks like me, but, um... No colors, very pale." She gestures over herself, explaining this concept to her amphibious audience. "Short hair... I think. Big black eyes."
A pause.
"Oh, his feet? Really dirty. No shoes. I think they were wrapped in something."
A pause. A ribbit from the frog. Krista perks up.
"You have seen him? Which way did he go?"
------
School.
She's pretty sure this is a school, anyway, between the gym stuff down below and the lecture-hall style of the rooms above. She was initially poking around like she was looking for someone, but that eventually turned into looking for something amidst the rubble.
She gasps with excitement when she finally finds it--buried underneath other debris and probably preserved only through dumb luck, she finds the rotting remains of something that looks like a book. It's clear when she pulls it out that it's useless, just a cover and the mushy shreds of some leftover paper, but Krista hugs it to her chest as if it was her very own long-lost diary.
And then, miraculously, the pages start to fill back in with a quiet fluttering, the cover straightening and un-crumbling as if time was reversed. Soon, she has what is only a slightly-battered book full of blank pages, restored from almost nothing.
She laughs quietly. She opens the pages to check that they're blank, wobbling a little with sudden exhaustion. She laughs again. This will help her. This was worth the energy.
------
Hotel.
Her earlier victories were very encouraging. She feels proud of herself. She believes that the results justified the risks. That said, she is exhausted when she gets back to the hotel... And, results or not, maybe starts to regret spending her energy so liberally without a plan for getting it back.
She stares dully at the stairwell, trying to work up the will to climb those stupid, double-tall steps... And gives up. Instead, she picks an open spot on the floor, lies down with her limbs stretching defiantly outward, and then just sort of... stays there, staring despondently at the ceiling.
She is very, very tired.
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It's weird. Not bad, just weird. She listens while continuing to look elsewhere, picking over the actually-very-nice things he's saying until he asks for her name.
"Uh... Hi, Bucky." She looks back over, and then lifts one of her arms up to offer a handshake at a slightly odd angle, "I'm Krista. I promise I'm not usually a sad floor person."
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When she raises her hand, he manages to twist himself the right way to shake it; his grip is definitely firm, but certainly not painful. He does chuckle a little at the promise, letting her hand go and settling back again. "That's good to know. I mean, otherwise I'd have to ask how I'm supposed to feed and water you.
"Have you been here long?"
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"Um, just about a week. I'm not sure how long is long around here..."
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He shrugs one shoulder; "Longer than a week," he assures her. "So that still counts as not long, I think. Most people haven't been here more'n a month, and I feel like that counts as pretty new, too."
Then again, time is a little weird here, and the nights are way longer than he'd like.
"Where're you from? Originally?" There's even odds he might not have heard of it, but maybe he has.
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She perks up a little once she's asked about home, though.
"Oh, Earth. New York, mostly--though I just moved to Seattle, if you've heard of either of those places."
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Honestly, it's kind of a relief, to meet people who know what New York is, let alone have lived there. Plus, it's definitely easier to relate.
"Never been to the west coast. What's it like?"
He kind of figures distraction is not always a bad tactic to take, when someone's having a bad day.
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"Really? Manhattan!" She grins, small but very genuine. The majority of the people she's met during her inter-dimensional travels have been from other planets, so she feels lucky when she runs into someone else from Earth, let alone someone who knows what New York is.
"Man, the west coast is so weird..." She's gesturing now, lively, "It's really subtle stuff, but... You know how when you're walking around in New York, everyone's got somewhere to be, and you have to, like, pay attention so you don't get mugged or like, wander somewhere you shouldn't, right? You don't have to do that on the west coast. Everyone just has headphones on like, all the time. And they all meander everywhere, like no one's in a hurry at all."
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Still, he's clearly interested in her assessment of the west coast, even if he laughs a little. "Still plenty of people in New York these days with headphones, too." Then again, that's up from zero when he grew up, so. "They all got places to be, though. I can't imagine people just walking around with nowhere on their mind. That sounds freakin' annoying."
He ends up sweeping his hand out at... well. The pretty empty building around them. "This is a big change."
ONE ETERNITY LATER...
It is nice. She's been so far away from 'normal' for so long that even something as dumb as complaining about how people walk or don't walk is almost nostalgic for her.
Still, even with a smile finally on her face, she has to go back to that little detail that her new friend had skipped over like it wasn't a thing.
"What was that about Manhattan getting flattened, though?"
She doesn't seem worried, necessarily, just... You can't just say a thing like that without some follow-up.
ONE POINT FIVE ETERNITIES LATER ;;
One corner of his mouth ticks up, and he explains: "This guy named Loki decided he wanted to rule the Earth. Got himself a whole big army of aliens, came down through a hole in the sky over Manhattan. It was a big to-do, but we managed to keep the city in one piece."
Well. "Mostly. It's... maybe a little flattened. In a couple places."
Honestly, he sounds angry about that. Like he wishes they could've taken care of the bad guys without any damage - well. He does.
"We're not from the same place, or at least the same time, if that didn't happen for you, I'm figuring," he goes on.
we're both good at this
"Mostly I just wish I was more surprised to hear any of what you just said." Guy who wants to rule the Earth, aliens, big hole in the sky... She shrugs her shoulders. It sounds dramatic, but she and her friends had been trying to stop something just as dramatic before she was dragged away to another world.
"But yeah, makes sense. Parallel dimension stuff."
She looks up at the ceiling, then. It's pretty high up there, made up of exposed metal and rotting beams. It's kind of a miracle this place is still standing, she thinks.
"Like you said, either way..." She frowns, thoughtfully, "Sure is different here. Really quiet."
Re: we're both good at this
Bucky lets out a soft snort through his nose, mostly because, "Me, too."
But this is his life: Aliens and holes in the sky and the American government trying to (unsuccessfully, thank God) nuke New York.
And now, kidnapping via alien. Twice. And, y'know, dating his best friend. From another universe.
Yep, this is his life.
"I guess it does, now," he admits. "But the whole parallel dimensions thing was one thing I really thought was still science fiction, until a coupla months ago." Now, it's definitely reality, and he can wrap his head around it, but it's still weird.
"It is quiet," he agrees, leaning back on his hands, looking up at the same ceiling that barely looks like it should actually be up there, and not down here. "I don't really like quiet, honestly, but if you're from New York, you probably get that, too. Nature ain't my strong suit, but I spent enough time in the Army to know how to make do."
So, "We'll make do," he reassures her, because he can't imagine being here, in this specific situation, is easy for a kid who's never had to survive this way. But there are enough other people here who have, that he does believe that.
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"Yeah, I think so."
She's quiet for another moment, but eventually looks over at Bucky with a little smile.
"Hey, thanks for hanging out with me. I guess I kind of forget that other people can, like... Help with stuff."
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Please excuse him for stumbling on that - he's just too damned used to calling Steve his best friend. The boyfriend thing is still new - well, that, and the idea that he can say that out loud at all.
Still, he smiles crookedly. "Other people can help, though. If you let 'em. And asking for help doesn't make you any less self-sufficient. It just means you trust that other people are better at some things, and you're better at others, you know?"
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"Aw." She reaches over, swats his arm. She has all the strength of a wet piece of paper, so it's probably just her trying to be friendly. Teasing, maybe. "Who's your boyfriend?"
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Then he corrects himself - "Not the relationship part. Exactly. We're from different universes. But there's a me in his universe, and a him in mine? And we started out as best friends, so I'm still kinda used to calling him that. Boyfriend sounds like we're ten."
And wouldn't they have just gotten beaten to a pulp, to have said that kinda thing at ten.
"Anyway - he's big, blonde, and probably gonna ask if you need help. You can't miss him."
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So maybe it's just nice to hear it working out, somewhere, for someone, even if it's an imperceptible number realities away from her own.
But she laughs once he finally mentions what he looks like, "I... Actually met him earlier today. I think you're the guy he volunteered to help me move heavy stuff around."
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Besides - Bucky's not embarrassed by or ashamed of Steve. And he doesn't want it to seem that way to anyone.
Bucky snorts, but his smile is definitely not going anywhere, because - "Well, that sure sounds like him. Did he just volunteer me, or at least the two of us as a team?"
Bucky's expression and tone of voice seem to indicate he doesn't care which one it was.
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Not that she wouldn't have ratted out Steve if it was the other way around. He seemed like kind of a dork. ... She can see why they'd like each other, actually.
"It was advertised as sort of a two-man moving crew." She punches the air in front of her to emphasize--eyes going subtly wider as she remembers, "And I guess if I told him, I can tell you--it was a trade. Let me know if you need anything fixed, I've got some magic for mending stuff."