voidtreckerexpress | The Yeetening

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The Yeetening

Who: Bucky and anyone else
Where: Various cars throughout the train -- anywhere Bucky is likely to find a few quiet moments to accidentally nod off.
When: Domino 13 through 15
What: Bucky's pretty sure he's gotten sick, but good luck getting him to accept help. Eventually, he starts accidentally nodding off in various public places, but his startle response poses a problem for anyone who's thinking about waking him.
Warnings: Physical violence, insomnia, anxiety and PTSD symptoms, there will definitely be some cursing.

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Get Well Soon | Domino 13

Even though everyone on the train has been better since before the mission, Bucky is absolutely certain he's come down with whatever it was Peter had. It's a fitting punishment for accidentally helping spread it, but doesn't realize it's just sleep deprivation. For now, he's camped out in the game car, nursing some peppermint tea and staring blankly at whatever or whoever is in front of him. At least until the train sends him to his bed for morning announcements.

Eat Your Yeets | Domino 14-15

Bucky is asleep. Somewhere on the train, in a public or semi-public space, he is dozing. He's seated himself in a corner, slouched down in a bean bag chair, or maybe even nodded off still on his feet. Wherever he is, his eyes are closed and his brow is furrowed, but that's the only clue you're going to get about the content of his nightmares. By morning on the 15th, there is a paper stuck out of his hand, with "DO NOT TOUCH ME" written in bold, black letters.

Do you dare to disturb him?

[OoC: Please include which day you're using for this prompt as Bucky's stress level will increase over time, and that determines how he responds to being woken up after the initial flinch reaction.]

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"Robocop-san, you okay?"

Kaito notes the furrowed brow and comes over to nudge him.

The nudge is enough to wake him, but it's not pleasant. He yells, the sound low and rough like a big dog's bark, as he lurches forward and lashes out with his metal arm. There's no aim, no attempt at anything but gaining space.

"Whoa!" Kaito told him at the ice earlier, that he'd be fine. And this is why - as Bucky lashes out he jumps, agile and nimble, rolling with the throw to bounce off a wall with an acrobat's agility.

"Easy, Bucky-san! It's only me. You okay, man?"

He's shaking as he draws deep, ragged breaths, slowly straightening up and looking over at Kaito wide-eyed. "What happened?" he asks, voice soft and quiet. He knows that he moved, he knows that he was having another nightmare, but he doesn't know quite where the nightmare ended and reality began. "Did I hurt you?" It's the only thing that'd be worse than a nightmare right now.

"I'm fine, see?" He smiles and raises empty hands. "You okay? You're not hurt or something are you? You weren't looking so good, or I wouldn't have bothered you."

Bucky leans back again, rubbing a hand over his face. "I'm fine," he was absolutely not fine. "It was just a nightmare. Sorry."

Bucky gets a supremely doubtful look back.

"Fine as in, actually fine, or fine as in, not dying."

"Hello." Naminé approached the man with a small tentative smile. "I know we don't know each other but I wanted to give you this." She placed a hand drawn 'get well' card on the table in front of him.

"I made these for the others when they got sick earlier. I noticed you were sitting here and I wanted to make you one too. I know it isn't much but maybe it'll help you feel a little better."

Challenge excepted.

Garrett couldn't resist. The problem, actually, was whether the sleeping man actually had something worth touching him for. Garrett inspected his prey from a distance first, eying his pockets. They looked about as empty or full as everyone else's.

So clearly there was only one way to find out. The sneak thief crept up to the sleeping bionic man. He stayed on the side opposite the metal arm. Even if he didn't plan on waking the guy up it was always best to be safe than sorry.

Garrett rifled through the sleeping man's pockets one at a time, slowly, methodically, carefully. At one point he froze stiff as Bucky shifted in his sleep and the sneak thief thought he would get caught with his hand in someone else's pocket. Then the moment passed and Garrett finished going through the man's pockets.

Mostly empty, just as the thief suspected. But he had found a piece of paper and, of course, the ticket that everyone on board smartly kept on them at all times. Well, if they were smart anyway. Garrett read over the note. Useful to jot down the train cars, their order and purpose, and Garrett noticed there was a marker for a 'Steve Rogers' in one of the cabins. He may ask about that later. Or save if for a rainy day.

It was when the sneak thief was debating whether to replace the items or give the man a small fright when he awoke that a loud noise from the next carriage over startled the arachne. He jumped and turned, and still the awkward monster that he was, his tail brushed against the sleeping man as it snapped to attention. The thief let out a soft curse and began to twist his head back to look at the sleeping man to see gauge whether he was in trouble...

Bucky considers lying, but he's aware of how bad he already looks. "Not dying," probably. He's pretty sure he can't die of PTSD or sleep deprivation, though he may be finding the limits of that truth sometime soon. "Next time don't touch me," he says, and at least there's no anger or venom in his tone.

He looks up as Namine approaches, head tilting to the side a little as his tired eyes settle on the card she sets in front of him. He blinks, like he's not quite sure any of this is real, and reaches up to slide it closer.

"For... me?" he asks, as if this doesn't make even the tiniest fraction of sense. He looks up at her again, and breaks out the best smile he can manage. "That's really sweet," he replies softly. "Thank you."

Amery approached, a mug of tea in one hand, and hesitated before gesturing to the empty chair across from Bucky. "Ah, do you mind if I join you?" he asked. He didn't want to assume, because he knew what they said about making assumptions. That and the other man looked dead tired, so Amery didn't want to bother him if he wasn't up for company.

Oh, he was absolutely in trouble, but not for the reasons he thought -- Bucky wasn't angry, he was terrified. The noise triggered his startle reaction, which consisted of jerking his torso forward and swinging his arms out violently, as if trying to push people off of him, away from him.

It was a single, swift movement, leaving him bent forward and panting for breath as his brain tried to catch up with what his body had just done. "Damnit!" he snapped. "There was a sign for a reason! Are you okay?" He's angry, not because he was disturbed, but because yet again he might've hurt someone, and every time he tried to exact control over his reactions, they just got increasingly worse.

Only his anger kept his grief at bay.

Bucky shakes his head. "I don't mind," he nearly croaks, and takes another sip of his nearly ice cold tea. He doesn't have the will to force himself to go warm it up. "The damn kid got me sick."

Garrett's vision didn't quite make it back all the way around before he was suddenly shoved violently towards the opposite side of the carriage. Despite trying to avoid the metal arm, to the thief's surprise the man was a lot stronger than expected even without the hardware. Garrett hit the wall with a noticeable thud and oomph as the air escaped him.

Thankfully, it was rather trivial as the sneak thief had certainly suffered worse in both The City and Ryslig. He was constantly throwing himself off buildings and smashing into things as he raced away from guards and in Ryslig...well, nothing quite said 'hello' as a pitchfork to the face. Or a drop into a completely dark and utterly creepy bug tunnel. He pushed back against the wall to right himself and turned around, only to lean back against the wall and place a hand on his shoulder. He may have wrenched it a bit during the mission a few days ago.

"I've had worse." He flicked the claws of his free hand. "These for instance."

Bucky sighs heavily, setting aside his warning paper and rubbing his eyes with his flesh hand. "I'm sorry. I keep falling asleep without meaning to," and he can't control his flinch reaction. He also doesn't want to sleep in their cabin -- not with so many other people crammed into it, too. What if someone accidentally bumped him? He'd probably hurt more than just one of them.

He should just go sleep int he damned luggage car.

Kaito nods, and comes back into strike view, displaying physically that he's fine too, and not afraid of Bucky.

"I won't." He assures him and then grins. "At least, I won't do it without using a stick and standing far away." But only if he really needed to. "I figure, you wouldn't want to be asleep if you're having nightmares anyway." He adds, a bit more seriously.

The luggage car had frequent flyer mileage, too. Garrett would have set up shop there if not for all the smokers and stale stench of their habit. For that matter, because of the layout of the train there weren't any good spots to take to as far as he was concerned. He missed having a clocktower all to himself.

"Maybe you should try falling asleep when you mean to," Garrett responded but it was flippant, mildly poking fun rather than biting. He gave the other man a small smirk and raised brows, almost showing something akin to concern. Even the sneak thief needed sleep. His biggest gripe was that the train insisted he get it at a certain time, which felt like nighttime, the time of day he was normally awake and active in his endeavors of a less than savory sort.

"Yes." She nodded her head in confirmation and waited for him to take the card. It was a simple design of a field with little dots of color representing the flowers. For something drawn with crayon, it's very good. "You're welcome. I know... it isn't much and I don't really understand being sick but I wanted to help."

Naminé has only had her human body for a short period of time and has never gotten sick before. She didn't actually know what it was like and not knowing made her feel oddly helpless.

"If there is more I can do, please let me know. Oh. My name is Naminé."

It also happens to be the first gift Bucky's received in over sixty years, and certainly is something he's going to cherish. "It's very thoughtful," he replies, his smile warming a little more. "My name's Bucky. I'd shake your hand, but I don't want you to get sick, too," he replies warmly, his gaze going back to the card. It's entirely too sweet.

Honestly, Inigo hasn't felt fully at 100% either since returning to the train. He's been sleeping normally, at least, but that doesn't feel like it's enough for his body to catch up to what all those days of fighting in a row took out of him. But Inigo wouldn't be Inigo if he didn't act like himself even under those circumstances.

Hence why he looks a lot more lively when he enters the game car and spots a friendly face there. A friendly face looking very much like a zombie. Is Bucky okay?

At least he's tactful enough to not ask that so directly. Instead he takes a seat across from the man, a smile on his face.

"You know, you don't seem to be quite into this game of.." He grabs the lid of the box of the game someone must have left out on the table mid-game before Bucky decided to make this his zone out spot. ".. Monopoly?" (Truly said like someone who has absolutely no idea what that game is. He's probably putting the stress on the wrong syllable too.) "Maybe you ought to play a better game if this one is making you look like this."

Just disregard the fact that Bucky clearly wasn't actually playing it, sshh.

"It's alright. If you want to shake hands we can do it when you're feeling better. I don't want to keep you for too long either. I'm sure you want to rest."

She looked down at his tea and then back up to meet his gaze with a smile. "Do you want more tea? I can get you some."

She knows better than to touch someone when they are sleeping. Normally she wouldn't even go near anyone who was sleeping but this is the sixth time she has passed him in the last few days, never in the same place twice and always asleep.

"Did you no never be finding your room, Bucky?"

She wrinkled her nose. That should be impossible, because no matter how hard you tried you always ended up back in your bed.

So maybe he just didn't like his room for some reason.

A certain redhead is definitely going to get what's coming to her.

Especially since she thinks that the paper is a joke! (Can one blame her? There are a number of pranksters on the train, for crying out loud. Hell, consider the source...she'd do something like that! Leave that sign, that is.)

"Man," Renee says. "Bucky, dude, there's gotta be a better place to sleep out in the open like this..." Reaching out to nudge his shoulder with a hand--she knows better than to just abruptly shake him awake, because he's a card-carrying member of the insomnia club, too...

"Ah." Amery hesitated again, then pulled the chair out for himself. "Which child? And would you like more tea?" he asked. There were many children on board, he'd discovered, and he was sure he (thankfully) hadn't met all of them yet.

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The Yeetening

eat your yeets let's go with 14th

He's the lucky first to discover Yeets

he is so excite!

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Get Well Soon | Domino 13

15!

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Oh noooooooooooo my heart

Get Well Soon

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XD

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get well soon

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be aggressive, look them in the eye, and YEET! (Domino 15)

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