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redshiftlogs2019-12-11 11:20 pm
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Entry tags:
things and stuff and i might think of a better title later... but probably not
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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He looks so happy. Brighter, now that she thinks about it. Is that her imagination? Is it perhaps in comparison to the inky dark hoodie? She has only seen him in his marginally lighter original outfit up until now. That could be it. Like an optical illusion of some kind. Maybe.
She is seriously overthinking this, and she reaches out and boops the snoot of the dragon now on Cole's shoulder. "Cutie." After a moment's hesitation, and fueled by a giddy kind of happiness at being with her friend and feeling entirely safe because of it, she taps the tip of Cole's nose as well. "Both of you."
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Cole smiles at the boop, though he clearly doesn't understand it. "Ben gave me one of his hoodies. I like it."
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Which does not stop her from loving him as one of her most honest and pure emotional connections. It does leave her with questions, though, and opportunities to be fascinated by him all over again.