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Bruce Wayne ([personal profile] thingsfall) wrote in [community profile] sixthiterationlogs2016-10-15 08:04 pm

we do our time like pennies in a jar

WHO: Bruce Wayne
WHERE: The Fountain | The Inn | Fountain Park
WHEN: October 15th and the days following
OPEN TO: all
WARNINGS: to be updated as needed
STATUS: open




arrival; the fountain

He wakes to the sensation of cold and damp, and for a long, hazy moment, all Bruce can think of is Amnesty Bay. The faint light he can sense through his closed eyelids gives that thought fleeting reinforcement--is it the lighthouse?

...No. No, that was weeks ago. He left Amnesty Bay, he came and went from Central City, he forged--he hoped--new alliances. Tomorrow he goes to Detroit. Tonight... tonight he's in Gotham.

His eyes snap open and he breathes in, startled, then shaken as he gets a noseful of water. He holds his breath, nostrils smarting, lungs tight, and on instinct he lunges upward toward the light.

He doesn't so much break the surface of the water in the fountain as he does crash through it, waves smacking the concrete walls, his breath righting itself in coughs and ragged gasps for the few moments it takes him to regain control. He treads water, taking stock: trees, sky, he's in some kind of pool--no, he turns, it's a... fountain? His armor is gone, he's not in Gotham, he knows there's no place like this in Gotham, what's on his back? Where are his clothes?

He strikes out for the edge of the fountain, hauling himself up and over, water dripping from his light gray scrubs, his hair, everything, noisy as it hits the ground around his feet. He sheds the backpack, dropping it onto the fountain wall, digging through its contents.

The sound of someone approaching gets his attention. He turns at once, tense, alert, though he makes no further moves.

"Hello?"


getting settled; the inn

The close quarters already grate on his nerves, and it's only his second full day here.

Bruce closes the door to his assigned room with a very small sigh. It's nothing against everyone else here, far from it. They've all been kind, helpful, friendly if a bit wary about him, and he doesn't blame them for that last part. He's a newcomer, he'd be unsure of him too.

Part of his restlessness, sure, is that he's used to having so much more space. The lake house, the estate grounds, his business properties in both Gotham and Metropolis, all of Gotham at night. But the greater part of it is his usual solitude. It's just been him and Alfred, for a decade now, since...

Since the last time he tried to build a family led to loss and ruin.

It's been easier to work alone, fight alone, grieve alone. But he can't do it all himself. That was a hard lesson to revisit this year, and again it cost him dearly. He gets it, now, that he can't fight alone, that he can't shoulder everything. He's building a team back home, and he's got to, he's sure, become part of the community here.

It just still feels weird.

He sets out, determined to battle his ingrained instincts. He offers the people he passes on his way downstairs a friendly good morning, pausing for more conversation if they'll have it. He joins a few others at breakfast, dialing back his urge to interrogate everyone about everything.

Afterwards, he's out on the front porch, breathing in the fresh air. This place would be so peaceful if he was here by choice.


finding his bearings; fountain park

One of the basic rules of detective work is to start with the scene of the crime. Gather your evidence there. Figure out what happened. Try to make sense of it, let that tell you the story.

He can't think of anything else to try at the moment, so Bruce has returned to where he arrived, hoping maybe something will give him some clue, some idea.

At the start of his reinvestigation, he can be found inspecting the fountain and the immediate area. How was he placed there? Is there a way out? Does the fountain have any significance?

Somewhere in the middle, he climbs the tallest tree nearby. With rather a lot of speed and agility, if you happen to be around, happen to have an eye for that sort of thing. He lingers up there a while, surveying the fountain, the park, but also getting views of the village as a whole, or at least as best he can from this single tree.

There might also be a small comfort in something a bit familiar. Watching the area from on high.

Before he leaves, in the interests of being thorough, he jumps back into the water. He feels his way along the walls, he does his best to reach the floor, he breaks the surface a few times to look up at the trees and sky. Eventually he hauls himself out, the wet weight of his clothes against his body and the soft patter of water dripping from them onto the ground giving him a moment of déjà vu.
womanofvalue: (empathy)

[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-10-20 02:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Peggy," she introduces herself in turn as she starts their walk towards the inn with a quick step, though she tries not to get too far ahead of him. "If you were in the mood for impulsive bad ideas, I explore the canyon a few hours each day," she offers, half wry and the other half teasing. "I never say no to company, so long as they can keep up with me."

Besides, it might be frustrating, but at least it doesn't leave you shivering and fighting off a potential cold.
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-10-24 02:19 am (UTC)(link)
"I'd say that it's a fruitless endeavour, but if there's one thing I've learned about this place, it's that it keeps us on our toes," she says, quite serious about that fact. "One day, someone might dive to the very bottom and find an escape. One day, it may very well be filled with awful liquid cheese," she says as she wrinkles her nose at the thought of that awful stuff Howard had loved so much.

"Here," she invites, opening the inn door as she arrives. "I can show you to one of the rooms. Then you can ask all the questions your heart desires."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-10-27 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"I assure you, I welcome it," Peggy promises, seeing as she prefers a curious mind to one that allows itself to be idle. She follows after kicking off some of the dust from her boots, closing the distance as she shivers to try and shake the chill from her bones. "I can't imagine how cold you must be," she says. "Though, it was our own decision," she points out with an arch of her brow and an amused smile on her lips.

"I half think the lack of technology in this place is enough to make anyone go mad enough to take a fountain dip."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-10-28 03:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Peggy opens her mouth to ask what a smartphone is, but stops herself. Tony can explain it to her later, she thinks. It's likely some of the modern technology that she has no idea how to use or imagine, because it's simply too far removed. "I've been here several months now," she says. "Without a calendar, I'm afraid that I can't give you an exact date." She eyes him warily, specifically the shiver.

"Are your things nearby?" she asks firmly. "You ought to get into something dry before you freeze."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-06 03:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"I'd hardly want to intrude on your personal space, especially after we've first met," she agrees, the corners of her lips curving up in amusement. "I'm certainly not that fast a girl," she quips, settling herself to head to settle in one of the chairs downstairs.

"Take your time," she encourages. "I don't think we're going anywhere."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-12 02:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Peggy is still getting used to not having any clothes but her scrubs, thinking that perhaps she might need to start sewing, even if she is quite abysmal with clothes when it's not stitching a wound shut. "I believe you were about to interrogate me for answers," she replies calmly, leaning forward over her crossed legs.
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-14 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Her smile turns sympathetic at the notion that she might have the sort of information that would shed some light as to why he's here - why any of them are there, really. "I'm afraid the best I've got is experience," she says. "If you can find a pattern that sheds some light on them, you're better off than me, because for the life of me, I can't figure it out," she admits.

"I arrived here in a full well, just like you. Only, when I hauled myself out alongside at least a dozen others, we were immediately caught in a rather wicked windstorm. Stranger, still? There was an air siren, as if to warn us."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-21 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"I did, yes," Peggy confirms, seeing as she had done so with the others before the sirens had started. "Now that I think about it, though, I don't think anyone else has, since." She grimaces, though, and doesn't like the prospect of what the siren had meant. "The air raid went off just before we had a terrible windstorm that brought us..."

"Well, here," she admits, gesturing to the space around them. "It was like it was nudging us to discover the inn."
Edited 2016-11-21 19:11 (UTC)
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-23 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Neither, and there was no one here that we could find, which begs the question of who set off the siren and if it was automated, how did it know the windstorm was coming?" Those two mysteries have haunted her since she arrived, but no matter how she tries to put it together, no answer actually makes sense. She folds her hands over her knees and regards him with a faintly amused smile.

"Frustrated yet? If you're not, give it time, it'll come."
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[personal profile] womanofvalue 2016-11-28 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"No," she responds, the tone flat and frustrated seeing as she doesn't like to talk about it very much, given how frustrating it's been in order for her to come to grips with the fact that she's not found it. "Someone had to set it off or time it, but no one's been here and I can't find it."

"If you do manage to find it, you might have to show me a few tricks," she says, breathing out to calm her frustrations from boiling over and bringing her back to that point of intense, itching, awful uselessness.