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kore_logs2012-12-20 05:19 pm
greenisnteasy) wrote in kore_logs2012-12-20 05:19 pm
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the ice is getting thinner
Who: Bruce Banner and YOU.
When: After sunset, Day 22.
Where: He stole clothes from House 15 and is now walking around the outskirts of the town, but not straying far from the buildings. He's headed to House 6.
What: Bruce wakes up, steals clothes, and heads out to figure out WTF happened. Find him along his way!
When Bruce wakes up outside of town, it's dark and cold, but it's a vast improvement over the last place he woke up. His memories of being abducted are fuzzy -- no, no, Banner, they're nonexistent. He remembers going to bed, and then the next thing memory he has is coming to in a sterile room, his mind sluggish and thick with sedative. Everything about that is foggy, except the smell -- the sharp, pristine scent of alcohol and medicine and science. Maybe he cracks open his eyes, recognizes that he's in a white room -- maybe he even sees a scientist. All of that he's not sure of, and then it all melts away anyway.
His most conscious thought upon waking is the one he uses to call on the Hulk.
After that is the familiar green blur that comes with riding in the backseat, and there was nothing particularly worrisome, nothing beyond the usual smudges of fights or flashing metal.
And now, now his head hurts, but he's otherwise okay. Physically, anyway. He must not have been passed out very long after the Hulk retreated; it's snowing, but he's not as cold as he would've been if he'd been laying out here for a while. He rolls up into a sitting position and gets his bearings -- definitely back in the village, and he doesn't even know how long it's been. There's no communicator on his wrist, so he can't call for help, or pants.
He's freaking out about his abduction, about what it might mean, about what the Hulk did and how he got back here, but he needs to be calm, too. He needs clothes, and he can get all the other answers he needs as soon as he talks to someone. His mind leaps to Tony first, and then Lydia, but he's afraid of talking to her, depending on what happened with the Hulk. Then Steve and Sharon and Phil, he thinks. Damage control, debriefing. Right.
First on his to-do list is pants, and he glances around before he hoofs it to a house he's pretty sure is empty. He's at least not wrong on that one, and he finds some jeans that are way too big for him, and a sweatshirt that seems to swallow him up. He finds some tennis shoes -- also too big -- and ties them tight enough so he can at least get out of here.
He heads out of the house and then starts for where Tony's staying. It's on the way to his own place, and he isn't too worried about finding clothes that fit. What he's more concerned about is finding out what happened while he was out of it -- up to and including the Hulk.
When: After sunset, Day 22.
Where: He stole clothes from House 15 and is now walking around the outskirts of the town, but not straying far from the buildings. He's headed to House 6.
What: Bruce wakes up, steals clothes, and heads out to figure out WTF happened. Find him along his way!
When Bruce wakes up outside of town, it's dark and cold, but it's a vast improvement over the last place he woke up. His memories of being abducted are fuzzy -- no, no, Banner, they're nonexistent. He remembers going to bed, and then the next thing memory he has is coming to in a sterile room, his mind sluggish and thick with sedative. Everything about that is foggy, except the smell -- the sharp, pristine scent of alcohol and medicine and science. Maybe he cracks open his eyes, recognizes that he's in a white room -- maybe he even sees a scientist. All of that he's not sure of, and then it all melts away anyway.
His most conscious thought upon waking is the one he uses to call on the Hulk.
After that is the familiar green blur that comes with riding in the backseat, and there was nothing particularly worrisome, nothing beyond the usual smudges of fights or flashing metal.
And now, now his head hurts, but he's otherwise okay. Physically, anyway. He must not have been passed out very long after the Hulk retreated; it's snowing, but he's not as cold as he would've been if he'd been laying out here for a while. He rolls up into a sitting position and gets his bearings -- definitely back in the village, and he doesn't even know how long it's been. There's no communicator on his wrist, so he can't call for help, or pants.
He's freaking out about his abduction, about what it might mean, about what the Hulk did and how he got back here, but he needs to be calm, too. He needs clothes, and he can get all the other answers he needs as soon as he talks to someone. His mind leaps to Tony first, and then Lydia, but he's afraid of talking to her, depending on what happened with the Hulk. Then Steve and Sharon and Phil, he thinks. Damage control, debriefing. Right.
First on his to-do list is pants, and he glances around before he hoofs it to a house he's pretty sure is empty. He's at least not wrong on that one, and he finds some jeans that are way too big for him, and a sweatshirt that seems to swallow him up. He finds some tennis shoes -- also too big -- and ties them tight enough so he can at least get out of here.
He heads out of the house and then starts for where Tony's staying. It's on the way to his own place, and he isn't too worried about finding clothes that fit. What he's more concerned about is finding out what happened while he was out of it -- up to and including the Hulk.