[open] CATCH ALL

[reallynow]

Who| ALL Y'ALL it's a ho down
What| A catch-all reaction log for the plot developments. Saves you from making 5 logs each tbh.
Where| All around the place
When| During and post lock down, 3am~ sunday onward
WARNINGS| Panicking, talk of murder and violence. Singing the songs of panem.

When things like THIS and THIS are going down it's probably a good time to touch base with one another. Face caressing, crying and meaningful stares abound as the Tributes and Staff drag their knuckles hopelessly in an effort to figure out what the fresh hell is going on.

Make your own prompts, feel free to make them closed to specific people.

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[soldieronwards]

The slow and deliberate nature of the other man's steps throws Bucky off at first. When he turns just slightly to glance at who it is that's approaching him, he's not expecting to see this other version of himself. His eyes widen slightly, surprise briefly showing on his face.

Then he's calm again, or at least pretending to be, as he broods over his drink. "You got any idea what's going on here, kid?" It's a question asked for the other man's benefit, not his own. He has no idea just how capable the guy is of assessing a complicated situation like this, in his state.

[tookthewheel]

His eyes lift, going up to the television screen set above the bar as he stops next to where the older man is sitting, but still leaving a couple feet of space between them. The screens are everywhere here, inescapable, and right now they're only playing the one story.

"Interrogation and correction." It feels familiar though with a different authority behind the heavy hands and stun batons. He doesn't like it and he's on edge the same as anyone else here, maybe worse somewhere underneath the blank facade he falls back into like a protective shell.

[soldieronwards]

"Interrogation and correction," agrees Bucky, his voice almost amiable--almost. There's an edge to it. "To a lot of people. I mean, you know what that means."

A flash of bitterness there. He doesn't have that much experience, himself, with being on the receiving end of "interrogation and correction." Some, but not a whole lot. The more indelible memories nagging at him now are the ones of being on the giving end.

"If you had any sense," he says, "you'd stay out of it. Keep your head low, kid."

[tookthewheel]

"Yes." he knows, eyes flickering with the ghost of things that are starting to come back to him in the night when he tries to close his eyes to sleep. The Asset's thoughts are more on what it's like to be on the receiving end, on what it's like to be taken apart and put back together the way they want you to be.

The question of him having sense is not a difficult one, like a beaten dog he knows better than to draw the attention of the master but there's another party in this mix who is given to impetuous heroics from time to time. Where he goes Bucky will follow.

"I know what to do. Some don't."