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redshiftlogs2019-08-04 05:14 pm
tenuefarfalla) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-08-04 05:14 pm
cause of death: being too darn normal
WHO: Cho Takahashi, with a closed prompt for Finnick, Peter, (and Diego?) and open prompts for other people
WHAT: cleaning the kitchen, exploring, walking her cat (not even sorry), staring at the wreck out in the desert as the sand builds up
WHEN: late July/early August
WHERE: mostly the mess hall and random walkways, the observation deck with the best view of the crashed ship, and anywhere else you want her
NOTES: I'm not an action-spam person. It's not natural for me to write, and writing long face-to-face tags with it ends up feeling like a chore. I don't mind reading it, though. (Just please don't use tiny text for your brackets.) So don't feel that you have to write prose if you're not comfortable with it. You can write brackets and I'll write prose and our styles just won't match. I don't mind if you don't.
Cho is in the kitchen following the first half of this post and before she makes the monumentally bad decision that leads to the second half of it. It's not necessary to see her post first to find her there. She's turned on a GPS beacon so that everyone can have access to the kitchen, and she's playing music.
A - kitchen - 21 July
Even after it's clear that she's probably not going to get any more interest in the kitchen (or maybe it's just too early and she should wait it out) Cho can't make herself want to leave. There are things to do here! Something to accomplish! Eventually a small cabinet turns up some unidentifiable cleaning solutions and gloves and a pile of rags. Which just renews her determination. She can start with cleaning, with the job that no one ever wants to do.
She sets her new phone up on a counter, so she'll see it if she gets a message. Then she pulls her old phone out of her pocket, and finds a suitably peppy playlist, depositing it at a very specific angle in a deep bowl to increase the sound output. Music always helps. Then, she gets to work, with her plan of action being to first rid every surface of dust, and then to scrub them to a gleaming shine.
After which, maybe, if she's very brave, she'll venture into the refrigeration unit. Or maybe not. Might need a safety suit for that one. Definitely at least a mask.
B - kitchen - after 21 July
Her experience has sobered her, but not killed her enthusiasm entirely. Yes, she almost died. Yes, it was utterly awful to experience and she never wants to do it again. But it doesn't mean she can just bury her head in the sand and ignore... everything. Not an option.
She keeps on going back to the kitchen, even after the power cut. Emergency lighting is better than nothing, and Peter helps her get a generator hooked up to keep power to the refrigeration units going, so the things that she's already gotten together don't spoil. That would just be a hell of an insult on top of a hell of an injury. If anyone wanders in hungry, she's very happy to make them something, welcoming the distraction. Some small shred of normalcy. It's not much, but she'll take it. The rest of the time, in those general vague breakfast and dinner hours, she's sitting at one of the large tables, sketch books and sheets of paper spread out around her, occasionally powering on her tablet to make a note or add something to a digital document before turning it off again to save power. There's something going on in her mind, and she hopes it turns out to be something useful.
C - random safe walkways
If Marmalade hates this place at full power, he really hates it in emergency mode. More specifically, he hates not knowing what's going on while everything is dark and scary and making odd noises. Which makes him restless, which makes Cho nervous. She had no desire to let him out when everything was more or less working and she didn't know what lurked on the agricultural level. Now that it's all breaking down and she does know, she's even less inclined.
But he's still determined. Which is how she ends up organizing limited excursions. It sounds better in her own mind if she says it that way. Even though it amounts to walking an inquisitive little cat through an abandoned creepy science fiction city with a leash and harness made from two silk robe sashes, because this is apparently her life now. Right. Leaning into it.
It doesn't get any more normal a couple of weeks after the blackout, when the cat is joined by a hedgehog with a second leash and harness apparently made out of an unraveled scarf. Bizarre is the new normal and this is just... it's whatever it is.
D
observation deck with the view of the crashed ship
It's a strange thing to be drawn to, even she can admit that. Doesn't stop her from wandering up there every few days. She's not foolish enough to venture out into the desert to look at it. Which is not to say that she's not foolish at all. Recent experience provides a whole lot of evidence to the contrary. Still, it's a morbid fascination, and with no real concrete reason not to, she's leaning into it.
So she just sits, and watches, occasionally poking the fingers of her hand through the slots in the side of an animal carrier on the bench next to her, also angled to give its inhabitants a view of the wreckage. When she hears footsteps behind her, she doesn't turn around. "What do you think is out there?" It's a question she's been asking herself a lot, and never coming up with a good enough answer. Maybe someone else will have a better insight than she does.
! WILDCARD
Wandering around in general, hanging out in her room, any other location or activity that you're interested in that I haven't talked about. Feel free to either come poke me to plan something, or to just go for it here and we'll make it work on the fly.
29 July
what is day and night? - exploring the Glow with Cole - agricultural levels
WHAT: cleaning the kitchen, exploring, walking her cat (not even sorry), staring at the wreck out in the desert as the sand builds up
WHEN: late July/early August
WHERE: mostly the mess hall and random walkways, the observation deck with the best view of the crashed ship, and anywhere else you want her
NOTES: I'm not an action-spam person. It's not natural for me to write, and writing long face-to-face tags with it ends up feeling like a chore. I don't mind reading it, though. (Just please don't use tiny text for your brackets.) So don't feel that you have to write prose if you're not comfortable with it. You can write brackets and I'll write prose and our styles just won't match. I don't mind if you don't.
Cho is in the kitchen following the first half of this post and before she makes the monumentally bad decision that leads to the second half of it. It's not necessary to see her post first to find her there. She's turned on a GPS beacon so that everyone can have access to the kitchen, and she's playing music.
A - kitchen - 21 July
Even after it's clear that she's probably not going to get any more interest in the kitchen (or maybe it's just too early and she should wait it out) Cho can't make herself want to leave. There are things to do here! Something to accomplish! Eventually a small cabinet turns up some unidentifiable cleaning solutions and gloves and a pile of rags. Which just renews her determination. She can start with cleaning, with the job that no one ever wants to do.
She sets her new phone up on a counter, so she'll see it if she gets a message. Then she pulls her old phone out of her pocket, and finds a suitably peppy playlist, depositing it at a very specific angle in a deep bowl to increase the sound output. Music always helps. Then, she gets to work, with her plan of action being to first rid every surface of dust, and then to scrub them to a gleaming shine.
After which, maybe, if she's very brave, she'll venture into the refrigeration unit. Or maybe not. Might need a safety suit for that one. Definitely at least a mask.
B - kitchen - after 21 July
Her experience has sobered her, but not killed her enthusiasm entirely. Yes, she almost died. Yes, it was utterly awful to experience and she never wants to do it again. But it doesn't mean she can just bury her head in the sand and ignore... everything. Not an option.
She keeps on going back to the kitchen, even after the power cut. Emergency lighting is better than nothing, and Peter helps her get a generator hooked up to keep power to the refrigeration units going, so the things that she's already gotten together don't spoil. That would just be a hell of an insult on top of a hell of an injury. If anyone wanders in hungry, she's very happy to make them something, welcoming the distraction. Some small shred of normalcy. It's not much, but she'll take it. The rest of the time, in those general vague breakfast and dinner hours, she's sitting at one of the large tables, sketch books and sheets of paper spread out around her, occasionally powering on her tablet to make a note or add something to a digital document before turning it off again to save power. There's something going on in her mind, and she hopes it turns out to be something useful.
C - random safe walkways
If Marmalade hates this place at full power, he really hates it in emergency mode. More specifically, he hates not knowing what's going on while everything is dark and scary and making odd noises. Which makes him restless, which makes Cho nervous. She had no desire to let him out when everything was more or less working and she didn't know what lurked on the agricultural level. Now that it's all breaking down and she does know, she's even less inclined.
But he's still determined. Which is how she ends up organizing limited excursions. It sounds better in her own mind if she says it that way. Even though it amounts to walking an inquisitive little cat through an abandoned creepy science fiction city with a leash and harness made from two silk robe sashes, because this is apparently her life now. Right. Leaning into it.
It doesn't get any more normal a couple of weeks after the blackout, when the cat is joined by a hedgehog with a second leash and harness apparently made out of an unraveled scarf. Bizarre is the new normal and this is just... it's whatever it is.
D
observation deck with the view of the crashed ship
It's a strange thing to be drawn to, even she can admit that. Doesn't stop her from wandering up there every few days. She's not foolish enough to venture out into the desert to look at it. Which is not to say that she's not foolish at all. Recent experience provides a whole lot of evidence to the contrary. Still, it's a morbid fascination, and with no real concrete reason not to, she's leaning into it.
So she just sits, and watches, occasionally poking the fingers of her hand through the slots in the side of an animal carrier on the bench next to her, also angled to give its inhabitants a view of the wreckage. When she hears footsteps behind her, she doesn't turn around. "What do you think is out there?" It's a question she's been asking herself a lot, and never coming up with a good enough answer. Maybe someone else will have a better insight than she does.
! WILDCARD
Wandering around in general, hanging out in her room, any other location or activity that you're interested in that I haven't talked about. Feel free to either come poke me to plan something, or to just go for it here and we'll make it work on the fly.
29 July
what is day and night? - exploring the Glow with Cole - agricultural levels
no subject
"Well... sort of. Oh, gosh. Do you mean just right before I got here? I had just finished my doctorate in marine sciences with an emphasis on biology and coastal preservation, and started in on some post graduate work in robotics. My actual job was with Eudio's aquarium. I designed and maintained exhibits and acquired new attractions. Eudio wasn't home, though, it was another place kind of like this, except it was in much better shape and I chose to go there voluntarily. Before that I was living in New York, and working as an adjunct professor to maintain a work visa. I was born in Japan. Teaching meant that I had consistent employment between research trips, because working on the grant proposals doesn't actually count as work within your field until you've secured the funding, but the teaching does, and I was a teacher's aide during my last two years of school. It's really not that much more difficult. I'd also started work on my doctorate there, but I still had a good year and a half to go, even with all the hands on experience. It's surprisingly political, which is sad. A lot of really wonderful minds get overlooked." She says it all with a chipper bounce in her voice, like she's recounting the plot of her favourite movie. She loves her work, and she's eager to get back to it, because it's a joy for her.
Yet here she is, scrubbing down a kitchen and trying to figure out how to bake bread with what they've got on hand, and seeming to be pretty darn happy with this level of contribution, too. There's no ocean in this place, but there are a lot of people who need to be fed. So this is where it makes sense to put her energy. "What about you? What do you do back home?"
no subject
Jeff makes a bit of a face, though, when Cho starts talking about Eudio. It's not a skeptical look, so much as a little... wince, that he quickly tries to hide. God, he's never gonna get used to the fact that this is something that just... happens. That for some people, this isn't their first dimension-hopping lost-in-space rodeo.
(That one of those people even knew him-- or a version of him, anyway?-- on some moon colony, once upon a time.)
"Uh." He blinks, trying to think of an answer that isn't totally dull compared to aquariums and robotics and coastal preservation and TRAVEL TO OTHER WORLDS. "I teach teenagers about history." A beat. "Like a teacher. I mean. I am a teacher, I'm not like a teacher--" He rubs the side of his neck, looking a little chagrined. "Soooo... there's that. And raising my daughter. Work and being a dad, that's my life! Ha-- uh. Sorry, this is my first time off... Earth... and it's really been fucking with my head." He's not usually this weird and spacey, he swears. "It's freaking me out, being so far away."
no subject
When he mentions being in a bad mental space, her smile falls a little, and she withdraws her hands from the top of her current cabinet, twisting the damp cloth in front of her. "Oh goodness, I can't even imagine how I'd be feeling if this was the first place I'd ever gone, and I hadn't agreed to the trip. You must be so worried." She crouches down, and then moves to sit on the edge of the counter. "If it makes you feel any better, there were a lot of people in Eudio who had also been to other places, or went home and came back again. It seems to be pretty common that when you make it home--" She does not say if you make it home. "--no time has passed. So often you just go right back to the very instant that you left."
no subject
Ugh, no, he shouldn't think about his life back home in the past tense. And he really shouldn't dump his fears all over Cho, who barely knows him and has her own shit to worry about. It's nice of her to offer assurance all the same. He smiles appreciatively, though it might come out as more of a grimace, considering that cocktail of guilt and embarrassment that tends to follow his rambling.
Whether or not he believes he'll be lucky enough to go home the moment he was taken, that's up in the air. But it's something, at least. Some spark of hope to hold on to.
"Good to know. Thanks." After a beat, he makes a face, scrunching his nose. "I've made things weird. Let's talk about fish and robots!" And yes, he sounds genuinely excited to change the subject to fish and robots. "There must be all kinds of shit you can do here with that background!"
no subject
She doesn't mind being the one to get all of his emotional spillover dumped on her. She's happy to help in any way she can, and maybe talking will be good for him. "We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I can talk about fish all day if you would prefer that, but you didn't make it weird."