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Entry tags:
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WHO: Cho and you
WHAT: truth gas, running without anything chasing you, spa time, holiday snow fun, and anything else you want (plus one single participant prompt)
WHEN: November/December-ish. What is time?
NOTES: Cho has been keeping up with the communal breakfasts and dinners, though she's been less interactive with them. Rather than chatting with people as they come to get fed, she's been putting out large dishes for people to serve themselves from, and then waiting until the end of the meal to bring them back to the kitchen for cleaning. She's also been spending a lot more time in the lab, and anyone who's gotten used to her super chipper personality has probably noticed that she's very jumpy and quieter lately.
I don't like writing actionspam, so I won't match style, but I don't mind if our styles don't match. I'm currently on holiday with spotty wi-fi on a tablet. It will be a few days before I'm back at a real computer, but I will do my best to stay on top of tags in the mean time. I'm also dropping my prompt for the current welcome log in here, because that page is already giving me trouble when i try to load it.
A - TRUTH GAS (a million years late)
Cho isn't anywhere near the lab when it explodes, but the sound of the explosion, the tremor in the floor, it sends her running to investigate. Not that she thinks she'll be much help, realistically, if something has exploded or is on fire of some of the robots are malfunctioning in catastrophic ways again. Peter might have gotten caught up in it, though, and he's a nice kid, and she's worried. Also curious. Worried and curious.
So she goes to investigate, and hopes for the best.
[[OOC: So the start is really vague, but if you want to have something more specific set up for any point while the gas is active, hit me up on plurk or discord and we can figure something out. This is more of a "Hey, remember that thing that I totally dropped the ball with? Cho was around, you can do stuff!" than anything else. ]]
---
B - Running - assorted hallways/walkways
Ben has been an amazing friend lately. Not that he isn't normally, but even more so lately. He's been patient and indulgent, and when Cho can't sleep in the middle of the night, or just feels too shaken to walk someplace on her own, he's there for her. No judgement, not even the slightest implication that she's a burden, just support. Cole has been just as accommodating. It seems like every time her terror spikes, no matter how stupid the cause, Cole is there.
It spikes a lot. Which is why she's back to going running in the mornings and the evenings, keeping mostly to the more heavily used hallways. It's calming, burns off tension, and it makes her feel a little better. She's not frozen, she's a body in motion. The faster she runs, the better she feels. Which probably also explains why she's running further and more often, a speedy little blur of bright colours booking it through the city.
---
C - Pampering and Relaxation - the spa
The spa is staying in pretty heavy rotation when she can't get to sleep. She doesn't actually expect the place to calm her enough to make that elusive rest any more likely, but it scratches a very particular itch of homesickness. She's been talking more and more about her life with Ben. She likes it, but it's also bringing a lot of things that she's been ignoring bubbling up to the surface. She knows why she's stayed away from Japan for so long, she knows what will happen when she goes back, but she still misses it.
The replication onsen soothes some of that. Floating on her back with her eyes closed, the sound of water trickling down the stacked rocks, the scent of geothermal heated water that they've managed to almost perfectly recreate, she can pretend for a little while. It might not be a perfect solution, but it's comforting. And when she feels up for a little more interaction, she's happy to take advantage of the bots and their wonderful massages and pampering treatments and their only occasional malfunctions that leave her with lime green nail-polish or an unasked for surprise mud mask. She tries to not think about where they get the mud and why it smells like sulfur, and just does her best to outrun them in those cases.
---
D - Holiday Snow Stuff - the park
There's something special about the first snow of the season, and even in a place that doesn't seem to really have seasons, and even wen the snow if definitely not actually part of the weather, it still makes her smile. More so when a bot presses a mug of hot chocolate and a gingerbread man into her hands. tastes like Christmas. Well, Christmas in New York, which has been the kind of Christmas that feels like home for a long time now.
The sledding doesn't interest her much, but the skating looks wonderful, and the incredibly lethal looking ones the chef bot is handing out are actually precise enough to allow for some fancy footwork. It feels childish and silly in a fantastic way, and it makes her smile.
As do the snow cones, their rainbow of mystery flavours. When a dragon with beautiful swirls of blue and white along its body, veins of shimmering silver making it look like a living geode, rears up on its haunches and paws imploringly at her leg with its front paws, she immediately surrenders every shred of remaining dignity and the rest of her snow cone, bending down to feed it and coo over how precious it is. Has it found itself an easy mark? Absolutely. Is she now almost completely invested in feeding it flavoured ices and earning permission to stroke along the shimmering scales of its neck? You bet she is! These dragons are amazing, and she's taken enough with it to set aside most of her own issues in order to get as much time observing them as she can before they retreat back to wherever they appeared from.
---
D2 - sub-option open to the first taker (and technically before the option above, but who's keeping track?)
Cho wakes slowly, unwillingly. Her sleep was fitful, her dreams unpleasant, and it's so cold, all she wants to do is burrow down further into her blankets and get just a few more minutes before she has to emerge and figure out why it's so freezing cold in her room. That lasts for about a second and a half, before she's sitting up so quickly that she'd probably have knocked herself unconscious on the bottom of the bunk above her if she were a few inches taller. If she's this cold...
Her breath is fogging the air in front of her as she shoves her feet into her fleece boots and begins quickly rushing around her room, checking the containers with the glowing animals she's been studying. Marmalade immediately claims the warm spot she's vacated, only to be unceremoniously shoved aside as she begins stacking up the small acrylic cages in that space, doubling up animals that she knows will not harm each other. When she's made her stack, she throws her blanket over them all, trying to keep the heat in, and her cat just glares at her and shoves his way back into the warmth.
Something is wrong, but things go wrong all the time, and maybe they haven't gone wrong everywhere? If she can find a place that still has heat, and get them there quickly enough, they should be all right. Peter gave her that generator the last time the power went out, for her lab, to keep the work she was doing there from being compromised. That includes climate control. It's the first time in quite a while that she hasn't felt any hesitation being out on her own, concern overshadowing fear. She runs all the way up to the agricultural area with the bio-lab and hatchery, bursting through the door and into one of the labs. Not warm, no, but warm enough, it'll do. So she immediately turns around and starts running back, ignoring the shivering and feeling pretty dumb for not taking thirty seconds to grab her coat on the way out.
---
! - WILDCARD
Want to start something else? Go nuts! I'm sure there are things that I talked about wanting to do with people that I've forgotten. As always, feel free to hit me up on discord or plurk if you want to plan something out.
WHAT: truth gas, running without anything chasing you, spa time, holiday snow fun, and anything else you want (plus one single participant prompt)
WHEN: November/December-ish. What is time?
NOTES: Cho has been keeping up with the communal breakfasts and dinners, though she's been less interactive with them. Rather than chatting with people as they come to get fed, she's been putting out large dishes for people to serve themselves from, and then waiting until the end of the meal to bring them back to the kitchen for cleaning. She's also been spending a lot more time in the lab, and anyone who's gotten used to her super chipper personality has probably noticed that she's very jumpy and quieter lately.
I don't like writing actionspam, so I won't match style, but I don't mind if our styles don't match. I'm currently on holiday with spotty wi-fi on a tablet. It will be a few days before I'm back at a real computer, but I will do my best to stay on top of tags in the mean time. I'm also dropping my prompt for the current welcome log in here, because that page is already giving me trouble when i try to load it.
A - TRUTH GAS (a million years late)
Cho isn't anywhere near the lab when it explodes, but the sound of the explosion, the tremor in the floor, it sends her running to investigate. Not that she thinks she'll be much help, realistically, if something has exploded or is on fire of some of the robots are malfunctioning in catastrophic ways again. Peter might have gotten caught up in it, though, and he's a nice kid, and she's worried. Also curious. Worried and curious.
So she goes to investigate, and hopes for the best.
[[OOC: So the start is really vague, but if you want to have something more specific set up for any point while the gas is active, hit me up on plurk or discord and we can figure something out. This is more of a "Hey, remember that thing that I totally dropped the ball with? Cho was around, you can do stuff!" than anything else. ]]
---
B - Running - assorted hallways/walkways
Ben has been an amazing friend lately. Not that he isn't normally, but even more so lately. He's been patient and indulgent, and when Cho can't sleep in the middle of the night, or just feels too shaken to walk someplace on her own, he's there for her. No judgement, not even the slightest implication that she's a burden, just support. Cole has been just as accommodating. It seems like every time her terror spikes, no matter how stupid the cause, Cole is there.
It spikes a lot. Which is why she's back to going running in the mornings and the evenings, keeping mostly to the more heavily used hallways. It's calming, burns off tension, and it makes her feel a little better. She's not frozen, she's a body in motion. The faster she runs, the better she feels. Which probably also explains why she's running further and more often, a speedy little blur of bright colours booking it through the city.
---
C - Pampering and Relaxation - the spa
The spa is staying in pretty heavy rotation when she can't get to sleep. She doesn't actually expect the place to calm her enough to make that elusive rest any more likely, but it scratches a very particular itch of homesickness. She's been talking more and more about her life with Ben. She likes it, but it's also bringing a lot of things that she's been ignoring bubbling up to the surface. She knows why she's stayed away from Japan for so long, she knows what will happen when she goes back, but she still misses it.
The replication onsen soothes some of that. Floating on her back with her eyes closed, the sound of water trickling down the stacked rocks, the scent of geothermal heated water that they've managed to almost perfectly recreate, she can pretend for a little while. It might not be a perfect solution, but it's comforting. And when she feels up for a little more interaction, she's happy to take advantage of the bots and their wonderful massages and pampering treatments and their only occasional malfunctions that leave her with lime green nail-polish or an unasked for surprise mud mask. She tries to not think about where they get the mud and why it smells like sulfur, and just does her best to outrun them in those cases.
---
D - Holiday Snow Stuff - the park
There's something special about the first snow of the season, and even in a place that doesn't seem to really have seasons, and even wen the snow if definitely not actually part of the weather, it still makes her smile. More so when a bot presses a mug of hot chocolate and a gingerbread man into her hands. tastes like Christmas. Well, Christmas in New York, which has been the kind of Christmas that feels like home for a long time now.
The sledding doesn't interest her much, but the skating looks wonderful, and the incredibly lethal looking ones the chef bot is handing out are actually precise enough to allow for some fancy footwork. It feels childish and silly in a fantastic way, and it makes her smile.
As do the snow cones, their rainbow of mystery flavours. When a dragon with beautiful swirls of blue and white along its body, veins of shimmering silver making it look like a living geode, rears up on its haunches and paws imploringly at her leg with its front paws, she immediately surrenders every shred of remaining dignity and the rest of her snow cone, bending down to feed it and coo over how precious it is. Has it found itself an easy mark? Absolutely. Is she now almost completely invested in feeding it flavoured ices and earning permission to stroke along the shimmering scales of its neck? You bet she is! These dragons are amazing, and she's taken enough with it to set aside most of her own issues in order to get as much time observing them as she can before they retreat back to wherever they appeared from.
---
D2 - sub-option open to the first taker (and technically before the option above, but who's keeping track?)
Cho wakes slowly, unwillingly. Her sleep was fitful, her dreams unpleasant, and it's so cold, all she wants to do is burrow down further into her blankets and get just a few more minutes before she has to emerge and figure out why it's so freezing cold in her room. That lasts for about a second and a half, before she's sitting up so quickly that she'd probably have knocked herself unconscious on the bottom of the bunk above her if she were a few inches taller. If she's this cold...
Her breath is fogging the air in front of her as she shoves her feet into her fleece boots and begins quickly rushing around her room, checking the containers with the glowing animals she's been studying. Marmalade immediately claims the warm spot she's vacated, only to be unceremoniously shoved aside as she begins stacking up the small acrylic cages in that space, doubling up animals that she knows will not harm each other. When she's made her stack, she throws her blanket over them all, trying to keep the heat in, and her cat just glares at her and shoves his way back into the warmth.
Something is wrong, but things go wrong all the time, and maybe they haven't gone wrong everywhere? If she can find a place that still has heat, and get them there quickly enough, they should be all right. Peter gave her that generator the last time the power went out, for her lab, to keep the work she was doing there from being compromised. That includes climate control. It's the first time in quite a while that she hasn't felt any hesitation being out on her own, concern overshadowing fear. She runs all the way up to the agricultural area with the bio-lab and hatchery, bursting through the door and into one of the labs. Not warm, no, but warm enough, it'll do. So she immediately turns around and starts running back, ignoring the shivering and feeling pretty dumb for not taking thirty seconds to grab her coat on the way out.
---
! - WILDCARD
Want to start something else? Go nuts! I'm sure there are things that I talked about wanting to do with people that I've forgotten. As always, feel free to hit me up on discord or plurk if you want to plan something out.
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Unless she did this daily because he hasn't been paying attention. "Don't have people to feed or science to do or whatever thirty-thousand other helpful things you do gooder types are always up to?"
And then because he had a single unselfish thought for once, "You see all the dragons?"
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Dragons, though. Cho turns her head and her pace slows, because it's fairly difficult to run with the top half of your body twisted to the side. "Did you say dragons?"
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"Yeah, little blue and silver ones that are out eating the snow. Figured you'd have a whole room full of them by now." It's like he knows her.
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She does not want to talk about it - or think about it. She can feel that cold nausea creeping up her spine again, and she needs to stop that right now. So she focuses on the dragons. Blue and silver, and they're little. Little things are always cuter, right? Plus, they are eating snow and that is also way too cute and Cho's pace slows even more. Dragons. It's not that the idea of mythical creatures being real is entirely new to her - her time in Eudio was illuminating in that regard, and she currently has a giant caterpillar hanging out under one of the lab tables upstairs, but dragons. "Where are they?"
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"Over by the fountain. They're making snowballs." Sure because thats a normal thing for dragons to do. Considering he was fried to a crisp and didn't even get to see the last one in his world he's a little disappointed in these. Too much like Sub-Zero's.
"If you need twenty more mouths to feed I can show you."
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No, she wants to think about anything else. "Let's go see the dragons!" That will make her feel better, surely. It must.
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For a brief moment a few days ago he'd actually considered asking Peter to spar with him just so he could hit someone with something. That's how bad it is.
"This way. They're not as impressive as you're thinking. They're tiny and kind of pathetic and you could probably accidentally step on one without noticing." Or Kabal could anyway. But at least he hasn't. He turns towards the fountain where the dragons will be busily chomping down on snow or rolling around in it or doing things that aren't very dragon-like to him. Except for that pathetic excuse of a dragon Sub-Zero has that's probably named Frostee or something equally ridiculous.
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She follows him, though, and she's excited by the prospect of dragons. This will be a good thing. Good things can exist in the same space as bad things, and maybe, given enough time, they'll take up all the space and push the bad things out. "I don't mind tiny and pathetic." The humour in that observation is not lost on her. Maybe she can project onto the dragons, take care of them somehow, and use it to try and convince herself that she's in a better place emotionally than she really is. "Dragons aren't real where I come from."
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"Well they are where I'm from, except they're bigger and meaner and nastier and can spit blood and fire. Except for the dumb little ones up in Arctika." Which are actually strikingly similar to these. Which made him optimistic that maybe they'd get bigger and scarier and might actually be worth having around.
Once they're in the park it's obvious there's a small colony of little blue dragons having themselves a grand time rolling up balls of ice. He leans down and scoops one up unceremoniously. "See? Dragon."
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When Cho catches sight of the actual dragons, a little bit of the excitement slips off of her face. There is a momentary blip where she looks a touch disappointed, and then it's quickly smoothed over by a soft kind of happiness. "It's so cute!" She reaches out to scratch underneath the dragon's chin. The little thing starts squirming, either trying to get away from Kabal, or to Cho, or perhaps just back down to the ground so it can keep on making balls of ice. Maybe it's not trying to go anywhere at all. Maybe it's just a wiggly little snowflake by nature.
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"Dragons aren't supposed to be cute. They're supposed to be menacing and kill things. Eat people. Hoarde gold." The dragon flaps it's wings and hops over from Kabal's arm to Cho's shoulder. "These don't even fly. Or at least I don't think they do."
Good thing it's out of his grasp or he would have chucked it into the air to find out.
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She brings her hands up to hover protectively around the creature, wary of unseating it and causing it to fall, since it apparently really can't fly. Sort of hop. Slow its descent a tiny bit. Kind of like a chicken. "Is that what dragons do in your world? Amass gold and eat people?" She's talking to Kabal again, but her attention is pretty evenly split. Her new little squamous pal is just too sweet to ignore.
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"That's what they do in movies and stories. I've only seen a few real ones. In the Netherrealm they're huge and mean and breathe fire, but there aren't many of them. And then Sub-Zero hatched one out of an egg that's similar to these. Tiny. Blue. Breathes ice. I could step on it."
Not that he would because he doesn't want to be frozen and shattered into a million pieces by an angry Grandmaster, but it was still a less than impressive dragon.