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tenuefarfalla) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-10-02 10:46 am
Cho's open log for October (and September, if desired)
WHO: Cho, with a few starters for specific people. Also open prompts for anyone else.
WHAT: meal prep/serving/clean-up, walking various random animals through the city, morning five mile runs, reflection on just how flipping weird life is now, and misc.
WHERE: all over, really
WHEN: I'm fine backdating anything into the month of September, as I kind of vanished, and also doing anything through October. Basically, it's a two month spanning open log.
NOTES: I can't stand writing in action spam (takes my head right out of the writing), but I don't mind reading it. (Just please don't use tiny text for your brackets.) So if you only write brackets, and don't mind our styles not matching, you can write brackets and I'll write prose and we can still have some awesome CR.
A - mess hall kitchen
Being a cafeteria cook on an alien planet had never been any part of her ten year plan, but life has a funny way of turning tables on you. Cho has had the rug pulled out from under her often enough to know that the only way to survive it is to adapt. In that regard, her family has done her a huge favour with their neglect and disregard. She knows how to adapt. It's not always easy, mind you, but she can do it.
Making food for her fellow displaced refugees, it gives her a very concrete and tangible purpose. People are hungry, she feeds them. It's simple. It's easy. It's also yielding far more immediate and gratifying results than her work in the fish hatchery and bio-lad with Annie and Finnick, which is incredibly slow going, getting the place even functional.
This work is also putting her in the path of new people. Even if it's only to greet them in the mornings and evenings and ask them which of the hot food selections they'd like. She's learning to put names to faces, and feeling accomplished and appreciated, and it's wonderful. Doubly so when someone offers their time to hep her out, and triply so when they don't just want to clean and chop and fetch and carry, but are interested in learning. She loves teaching. She misses it. And while cooking is a far cry from biology, it's still some form of wisdom that she can impart.
[[OOC: If you want to assume that your character and Cho have seen each other enough to know names and bare basics about one another, feel free. If you would like to assume that they've already been helping her with meal prep and stuff, also feel free to do that. Or have them meet for the first time. Whatever works.]]
B - walkways - exercising animals or running (mornings only)
Cho's various trips to the upper levels while the power was out and her subsequent experiments have not netted her much useful information. What she has ended up with is a menagerie of various random animals who have all become far too comfortable with the idea of being brought their food and kept safe from predators for her to ever feel anything but guilty about releasing them back into the upper levels.
So they are her responsibility now, and while some of them are perfectly content to just stay in their little makeshift enclosures, some of them get fed up with her room, and want space. Which she provides in the form of walks. She really wishes that she had a dog. It would at least be something vaguely normal. Instead, she can be found at random hours of the day with varying combinations of cat, hedgehogs, sugar glider, chinchilla, lizard, and quite a few random bits of fur and fluff that don't quite match up with anything she's used to. High energy, though, hence the excursions at random times of the day, when they seem particularly restless.
---
The animals are not the only ones that need exercising. This place wears and grates and it ends up driving Cho kind of nuts sometimes. She's made a promise to not wander off without a buddy, but that doesn't mean she can't go anywhere.
So, sometimes, there are on animals with her while she goes wandering around the walkways on the safe levels. Instead, it's just her and her earphones, her feet eating up the miles as she hurtles herself through the concrete maze that's becoming depressingly familiar. While she might prefer to work out her excess energy someplace a little more private, she won't break her word, and so her morning runs end up taking her back and forth along the residential walkway, as she racks up the miles by retracing her footsteps over and over again in front of the common areas. At least, this early in the morning, it's fairly deserted.
Of course, if she does ever come across someone doing the same thing, well, they would qualify as not going anywhere alone, and would open up a lot of the rest of Anchor as an option for her workouts.
C - spa
It's not a patch on the ocean, but having a functional and clean large body of water to swim in is still doing wonders for Cho's sense of well-being. Not to mention, getting her hair properly cleaned, and the occasional mani-pedi when she allows herself that much time. She favors the area that looks like a Japanese hot spring, doing a lot of floating silently in the large communal area, her hair fanning out around her, floating on the surface of the water like an oil slick. it almost feels like being home, which usually ends up with a tight prickling in her chest and a lump in her throat, but she fights through that. It's good to miss something. It's far better than having nothing you care about.
Most of the time, she's silent, and anyone else arriving might not notice her for a while. Especially if she's tucked herself away in some corner, sitting in water that's shallow enough for it, but deep enough to leave only her nose and above out of the water. She can definitely see the appeal of this place for fun and relaxation, but most of the time, she's either steaming herself in slightly too hot water for homesickness, or swimming laps with the setting as cold as it will go... not that lukewarm is particularly cold.
D - observation deck
The more random detritus from random worlds that shows up to populate the landscape, the more Cho finds herself inexplicably drawn to the observation decks that look out over the desert. She doesn't have a desire to go and see most of it up close, and not just because she'd be on her own in a dangerous place, but viewing it from this distance is strangely compelling.
So she does, settling herself on a bench, or on the floor with her back leaning against a bench, almost always with the animal carrier containing a cat and a giant caterpillar. Sometimes she lets them out to wander, though the most the caterpillar ever seems to do is hang from the edge of her seat, viewing the world from his strange upside down vantage point.
! 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.
WHAT: meal prep/serving/clean-up, walking various random animals through the city, morning five mile runs, reflection on just how flipping weird life is now, and misc.
WHERE: all over, really
WHEN: I'm fine backdating anything into the month of September, as I kind of vanished, and also doing anything through October. Basically, it's a two month spanning open log.
NOTES: I can't stand writing in action spam (takes my head right out of the writing), but I don't mind reading it. (Just please don't use tiny text for your brackets.) So if you only write brackets, and don't mind our styles not matching, you can write brackets and I'll write prose and we can still have some awesome CR.
A - mess hall kitchen
Being a cafeteria cook on an alien planet had never been any part of her ten year plan, but life has a funny way of turning tables on you. Cho has had the rug pulled out from under her often enough to know that the only way to survive it is to adapt. In that regard, her family has done her a huge favour with their neglect and disregard. She knows how to adapt. It's not always easy, mind you, but she can do it.
Making food for her fellow displaced refugees, it gives her a very concrete and tangible purpose. People are hungry, she feeds them. It's simple. It's easy. It's also yielding far more immediate and gratifying results than her work in the fish hatchery and bio-lad with Annie and Finnick, which is incredibly slow going, getting the place even functional.
This work is also putting her in the path of new people. Even if it's only to greet them in the mornings and evenings and ask them which of the hot food selections they'd like. She's learning to put names to faces, and feeling accomplished and appreciated, and it's wonderful. Doubly so when someone offers their time to hep her out, and triply so when they don't just want to clean and chop and fetch and carry, but are interested in learning. She loves teaching. She misses it. And while cooking is a far cry from biology, it's still some form of wisdom that she can impart.
[[OOC: If you want to assume that your character and Cho have seen each other enough to know names and bare basics about one another, feel free. If you would like to assume that they've already been helping her with meal prep and stuff, also feel free to do that. Or have them meet for the first time. Whatever works.]]
B - walkways - exercising animals or running (mornings only)
Cho's various trips to the upper levels while the power was out and her subsequent experiments have not netted her much useful information. What she has ended up with is a menagerie of various random animals who have all become far too comfortable with the idea of being brought their food and kept safe from predators for her to ever feel anything but guilty about releasing them back into the upper levels.
So they are her responsibility now, and while some of them are perfectly content to just stay in their little makeshift enclosures, some of them get fed up with her room, and want space. Which she provides in the form of walks. She really wishes that she had a dog. It would at least be something vaguely normal. Instead, she can be found at random hours of the day with varying combinations of cat, hedgehogs, sugar glider, chinchilla, lizard, and quite a few random bits of fur and fluff that don't quite match up with anything she's used to. High energy, though, hence the excursions at random times of the day, when they seem particularly restless.
---
The animals are not the only ones that need exercising. This place wears and grates and it ends up driving Cho kind of nuts sometimes. She's made a promise to not wander off without a buddy, but that doesn't mean she can't go anywhere.
So, sometimes, there are on animals with her while she goes wandering around the walkways on the safe levels. Instead, it's just her and her earphones, her feet eating up the miles as she hurtles herself through the concrete maze that's becoming depressingly familiar. While she might prefer to work out her excess energy someplace a little more private, she won't break her word, and so her morning runs end up taking her back and forth along the residential walkway, as she racks up the miles by retracing her footsteps over and over again in front of the common areas. At least, this early in the morning, it's fairly deserted.
Of course, if she does ever come across someone doing the same thing, well, they would qualify as not going anywhere alone, and would open up a lot of the rest of Anchor as an option for her workouts.
C - spa
It's not a patch on the ocean, but having a functional and clean large body of water to swim in is still doing wonders for Cho's sense of well-being. Not to mention, getting her hair properly cleaned, and the occasional mani-pedi when she allows herself that much time. She favors the area that looks like a Japanese hot spring, doing a lot of floating silently in the large communal area, her hair fanning out around her, floating on the surface of the water like an oil slick. it almost feels like being home, which usually ends up with a tight prickling in her chest and a lump in her throat, but she fights through that. It's good to miss something. It's far better than having nothing you care about.
Most of the time, she's silent, and anyone else arriving might not notice her for a while. Especially if she's tucked herself away in some corner, sitting in water that's shallow enough for it, but deep enough to leave only her nose and above out of the water. She can definitely see the appeal of this place for fun and relaxation, but most of the time, she's either steaming herself in slightly too hot water for homesickness, or swimming laps with the setting as cold as it will go... not that lukewarm is particularly cold.
D - observation deck
The more random detritus from random worlds that shows up to populate the landscape, the more Cho finds herself inexplicably drawn to the observation decks that look out over the desert. She doesn't have a desire to go and see most of it up close, and not just because she'd be on her own in a dangerous place, but viewing it from this distance is strangely compelling.
So she does, settling herself on a bench, or on the floor with her back leaning against a bench, almost always with the animal carrier containing a cat and a giant caterpillar. Sometimes she lets them out to wander, though the most the caterpillar ever seems to do is hang from the edge of her seat, viewing the world from his strange upside down vantage point.
! 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.
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"Oh, don't worry. The stairs won't be a problem at all."
Gotta be quick and efficient, right? So, what he does is more or less sling Kabal over his shoulders, so he can fireman carry his shroomed-out ass down the stairs. He's got this and it's perfectly safe it's fiiiine. But if Kabal pukes on his shoes, he's gonna be annoyed.
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"How are you doing that?" Which is the last thing Kabal asks as he mercifully shuts up for once in his life because hanging like this with his neck draped to the side is doing terrible things to his head. Maybe Cho was right and his brain is swelling and oozing down his spine or something. He's not going to puke in his mask, but he does feel like he's somehow gotten several concussions at once which is a sensation he never needed to experience ever.
On the plus side at least he's quiet?
Well he is, the respirator on his back is going into overdrive because it is not exactly easy to breathe in this position with Peter's shoulder in his chest.
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Then-- Oh, goodness. That's a very different thing. They're going. All right.
Cho shakes herself out of her stupor to follow after them. Peter is quick, and Kabal is blocking her access to the rest of the stairs with his bulk, and she certainly doesn't want to make Peter trip and drop him. So she hangs back, in step just behind the guys. She does this as she observes how Peter handles the sharp turns at each new level. He swings wide, to avoid smacking Kabal's head on anything. Which leaves a gap. It's a small gap, but Cho is a small person. As the next platform between levels approaches, Cho hugs tight to the wall, and when they reach out, she grabs the lowest point she can reach on the railing, and jumps down, swinging herself around the corner of it and neatly through the gap, landing herself on the stairs a few steps in front of Peter.
Which gives her a lot of open space in front of her, and she takes advantage of it, running down the steps three at a time with the confidence of someone who knows the exact spatial relation of their feet to all hard surfaces in the world around them. "I'll meet you in medical!" she calls, not looking back.
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"Yeah, see you there," he calls out to Cho, maintaining his original pace. He doesn't want to go too fast and jar Kabal around too much. The complete lack of Kabal saying anythign at all is a little concerning though, so once he reaches what can roughly be considered the halfway point, Peter pauses and gently sets Kabal down to check on him.
"Hey, man. You still with us?"
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Everything is swimming and he's having the worst vertigo of his life right now. Not to mention that his body is very displeased about the whole breathing situation going on. The high had been nice and relaxing, but his lungs had decided to take something of a break and considering all the other breathing issues that's not great for his continued longevity.
With a grunt he reaches his other hand to the respirator on his back, turning a gasket and adjusting the pressure. There's a soft hiss as it unseals and then seals back up, but at least Kabal is breathing normally again.
Enjoy the silence while it lasts.
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She just has to hope. She's good at that. Nothing but hope, this girl.
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Once they get to the medbay, he finds a bed for Kabal and helps him onto it, staying by his side unless Cho needs him elsewhere.
"You good over there, or do you need any help?"
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"You guys are the worst buzzkills in the history of existence." And he's woken up to being pissed on before, so it's already a really low bar for terribleness. But hey, he's talking again, he's still alive, his lungs didn't collapse or anything like that.
"Alright, fine. I'm here. Now can I just sleep this off?"
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The first thing she does is hold out a trio of prepared sample collection straws in self sealing test tubes to Peter, as well as a bag with some nitrile gloves in it and a few wipes in individual packets. "I need some samples of the stuff he was breathing in up there. Wear these gloves, don't get too close to it. When you're finished, leave the gloves there and wipe the tubes down with these sterile wipes. If you drop one in the stuff, leave it. Don't let it come in contact with you. Not worth the risk. Tubes go in the bag when you're done." Then she turns her attention back to Kabal. Peter is smart. He'll be fine.
Kabal is the issue now. This will already be an awkward reach. If it's even possible. "Are you able to take the mask off for a moment? I want to get a swab of your sinuses and the inside of your mouth, see what made it through the filter. I could be in and out in thirty seconds. Is that safe for you?"
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"I'll be right back. You've got this, it's gonna be fine."
He's sure she knows that she's got this, but a little encouragement never hurts. He takes off, jumping and web slinging his ass back in the direction they'd found Kabal in. BRB GUYS.
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He can take it off for longer for a few seconds, he just doesn't because of the whole intimidation thing. Also it looks cool. He's all about that aesthetic. Also it's really fucking bright out here, he blinks and winces in the bright lighting of the Medbay reaching up to rub his eyes and then fix his hair. Priorities and all that.
"Fine. Whatever will get you guys to go away."
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Except it was a big, it was a very big. And probably worse than the whole being immolated thing because he'd come back in servitude to someone he'd never met, who he hated, and everyone else who was raised as a Revenant around him (including his NYPD partner) had all the humanity stripped from them, which sounds like a thing Kabal would like. But turns out being around a bunch of people like that is really annoying.
"Do you do this for everyone?"