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Whatever you do it's all good
Who: Steve Rogers + assorted others
Where: 5031, the sheriff's station
When: Backdated to the night of the 26th and a couple of days after.
What: Wayward Pines' rendition of Weekend at Bernie's, i.e., transporting a dead body.
Warnings: The corpse-related grossness that's par for the course of this event; feel free to use headers liberally.
[Closed to various]
For all his experience with all of the ways a body can fail, it's always been something he's resisted down to his bones, trying to shrug it off even as it's lodged itself there like frozen winters and gunshot wounds. He's always just figured that as long as he had a chance to keep ahead of it, he wouldn't slow down long enough to let it catch up to him. Watching someone else die, though — that's a different story. A familiar one, maybe, but he's not any more interested in getting used to it now than he was when he watched his mother coughing herself to death. (Or Bucky falling, or Peggy's mind failing her.) So he doesn't. Instead he carries Natasha to the car, stumbling as he goes like he's ninety-five pounds soaking wet again with two left feet. It occurs to him he's still never danced. He doesn't count memories of things that never happened, and he knows she wouldn't either.
After two days of sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair, he's almost relieved when Bucky tells him he's needed elsewhere. Somewhere he might actually be able to do some good.
He knows now that the cameras get replaced when no one is home to see it, so Steve leaves them for the time being, and he and Bucky drive towards the water, first making a pit stop to pick up Prompto and his camera. When they get closer he's careful to leave the car where it won't be seen, well back from the cordoned off section of the river though it'll mean a longer trek back with the body in tow. Still, he and Bucky have both recovered somewhat just in the day since they stopped drinking the water themselves, and between the group of them (and one fairly loud explosion, which he imagines he'll hear about later), they're able to wrangle the body into a tarp in the rear of the station wagon.
(Part of him can't help but regret that they had tarp in the garage at all, but he grabs it anyway out of some residual gratitude for the car's last use in getting Natasha to the hospital.)
Steve goes ahead of the group into the house to break the cameras along their path after telling Izumi he can lead the way a few seconds behind him, up the stairs to Bucky's bathroom. The cameras in the living room and kitchen are left alone, however, so once the body's settled and their motley crew begins to make their way back downstairs, any conversation about it must still remain hushed. There are, however, safer spots for such conversations thanks to Natasha's careful angling, so anyone who seems inclined to do so might find themselves nudged in that direction by Steve. It's not the only thing he's learned from her, and he knows it will only look more suspicious if they all leave now, looking various stages of wet, muddy and exhausted. ]
Can't get that kind of workout at the gym. Who's hungry? Pretty sure we've got bottled water in the fridge, too.
[ Yum. ]
At least it gives him a chance to visit Ibaraki at the station after he gets home from school to find the tub empty. He's not worried; if they were planning to arrest him, they would've done so already. He's been in the same place all day, so it seems they're more concerned with keeping things quiet than exposing him as a troublemaker. That he holds himself stiff and straight while the officer at the front desk inspects the tin of cookies he'd brought with him has little to do with worry for himself and more to do with the fact that they're keeping a young girl locked up in a jail cell. He doesn't necessarily mean to be imposing but can accomplish it without much effort when he's unhappy, and the officer seems only too glad to hand it back to him and point the way through.
Steve heads in that direction and peers inside at the sleeping horned girl; there's some faint sense of recognition for her that probably precedes the last couple days, but he can't place it beyond that. He taps the tin once, lightly, on a bar to announce himself before speaking. ] Ibaraki?
Where: 5031, the sheriff's station
When: Backdated to the night of the 26th and a couple of days after.
What: Wayward Pines' rendition of Weekend at Bernie's, i.e., transporting a dead body.
Warnings: The corpse-related grossness that's par for the course of this event; feel free to use headers liberally.
[Closed to various]
fellow lawbreakers at the rogers-romanoff-barnes residence; the 26th[ Bucky's been keeping Steve briefed and in the loop ever since Nyx brought him in on what they found in the river. While the body is certainly a mystery, it does confirm one thing Steve's suspected since he'd first started to wrap his head around the dichotomy of memories here — that whatever lies have been put in their heads by the people who don't want them asking questions, those same connections can only work against the powers that be in the end. For his part Steve is glad to let that happen.
For all his experience with all of the ways a body can fail, it's always been something he's resisted down to his bones, trying to shrug it off even as it's lodged itself there like frozen winters and gunshot wounds. He's always just figured that as long as he had a chance to keep ahead of it, he wouldn't slow down long enough to let it catch up to him. Watching someone else die, though — that's a different story. A familiar one, maybe, but he's not any more interested in getting used to it now than he was when he watched his mother coughing herself to death. (Or Bucky falling, or Peggy's mind failing her.) So he doesn't. Instead he carries Natasha to the car, stumbling as he goes like he's ninety-five pounds soaking wet again with two left feet. It occurs to him he's still never danced. He doesn't count memories of things that never happened, and he knows she wouldn't either.
After two days of sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair, he's almost relieved when Bucky tells him he's needed elsewhere. Somewhere he might actually be able to do some good.
He knows now that the cameras get replaced when no one is home to see it, so Steve leaves them for the time being, and he and Bucky drive towards the water, first making a pit stop to pick up Prompto and his camera. When they get closer he's careful to leave the car where it won't be seen, well back from the cordoned off section of the river though it'll mean a longer trek back with the body in tow. Still, he and Bucky have both recovered somewhat just in the day since they stopped drinking the water themselves, and between the group of them (and one fairly loud explosion, which he imagines he'll hear about later), they're able to wrangle the body into a tarp in the rear of the station wagon.
(Part of him can't help but regret that they had tarp in the garage at all, but he grabs it anyway out of some residual gratitude for the car's last use in getting Natasha to the hospital.)
Steve goes ahead of the group into the house to break the cameras along their path after telling Izumi he can lead the way a few seconds behind him, up the stairs to Bucky's bathroom. The cameras in the living room and kitchen are left alone, however, so once the body's settled and their motley crew begins to make their way back downstairs, any conversation about it must still remain hushed. There are, however, safer spots for such conversations thanks to Natasha's careful angling, so anyone who seems inclined to do so might find themselves nudged in that direction by Steve. It's not the only thing he's learned from her, and he knows it will only look more suspicious if they all leave now, looking various stages of wet, muddy and exhausted. ]
Can't get that kind of workout at the gym. Who's hungry? Pretty sure we've got bottled water in the fridge, too.
[ Yum. ]
ibaraki at the sheriff's station; the 28th[ The body disappears sometime late morning or early afternoon — hard to say and no one's fault, really. There was only so long they could expect to keep it hidden once the cameras were taken out and lives had to be gone about as usual.
At least it gives him a chance to visit Ibaraki at the station after he gets home from school to find the tub empty. He's not worried; if they were planning to arrest him, they would've done so already. He's been in the same place all day, so it seems they're more concerned with keeping things quiet than exposing him as a troublemaker. That he holds himself stiff and straight while the officer at the front desk inspects the tin of cookies he'd brought with him has little to do with worry for himself and more to do with the fact that they're keeping a young girl locked up in a jail cell. He doesn't necessarily mean to be imposing but can accomplish it without much effort when he's unhappy, and the officer seems only too glad to hand it back to him and point the way through.
Steve heads in that direction and peers inside at the sleeping horned girl; there's some faint sense of recognition for her that probably precedes the last couple days, but he can't place it beyond that. He taps the tin once, lightly, on a bar to announce himself before speaking. ] Ibaraki?
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It doesn't make sense. He didn't do anything last night. Hasn't done a whole lot since he first got sick. His body should be accustomed to far more strain than this, right? It wasn't that long ago he'd been fighting a war.
Finally he leans back. He's acutely aware of Cassian sitting next to him, but instead of keeping him alert like any other stranger would have, his instincts read an ally in the other man. Someone who'll have his back while he rests.]
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Still, since Nyx is not (hopefully?) a mindreader, Cassian forces himself to relax a bit. There's no need to be so tense his joints ache, and there's little harm in noticing, in cataloguing details. Very little.
He sighs, and takes another drink, glancing up at the ceiling.
A normal person, Cassian would bet money, would say something now. Something reassuring, or maybe a joke, but Cassian feels so far from a normal person with his mind in overdrive that he doesn't.
Except: ] Do you want some water?
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Yeah, that sounds great, actually. Coulda probably used one three hours ago.
[He'd forgotten, talking to Rachel, that he'd been out without supplies. Ibaraki had told him he could have one of the crystal pepsi from her bag, but he doesn't even know what that is. Nor has he opened the backpack yet to find out.
His stomach decides to make itself known with a low rumble over it's emptiness. Nyx rolls his eyes.]
Wonder if we could bother Buck for something to eat, too.
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At the sound of Nyx's stomach Cassian lets out a soft snort. ]
Worse come to worst I'll just commandeer their kitchen.
[ Actually: ]
Might not be a terrible idea to feed everyone.
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You can cook?
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[It's mostly a joke. Between stupid dares growing up and survival training he's learned that anything that keeps you from dying is acceptable. Nothing could quite reach the magic that was dinner at his mother's house. A taste he was never going to get again.
Nyx's smile fades as the reminder makes him shudder. Homesickness. Who would have thought?]
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[ Joke or not, it brings to mind Cassian's own considerations about how people who've experienced war live here. There's a support group; he knows most of the others by name from that, or from group drinking exercises at the bar. At first he'd wondered if it was just a part of the false memories ruse, here is something else that binds you all together...but the more he thinks about it, the more he feels that it is probably something so deeply rooted in who they are as people that whomever is running this Grand and Fucked Up Experiment couldn't navigate around it.
Still. He blinks at the shudder but gives Nyx a small smile. ] I'll bring you another water though, until it's ready.
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It reminds him of the times Libertus would practically knock down his door to make sure Nyx didn't just hole up and sleep after a mission. He thinks they'd probably like each other.]
Appreciate it.
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Don't go anywhere.
[ Into the kitchen first, to obtain another bottle of water for Nyx, and after handing that off, Cassian will start inquiring about food preferences. ]
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Not sure I could go anywhere if you paid me.
[He closes his eyes again and settles, confident that if anything does happen, he wouldn't be left vulnerable.]