Public Network Video - (Plus Two Private Messages)

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Public Video - [Posted During Ship Lock-Up]

[The video comes on and there's Tommy, a touch blurry around the edges. The background changes behind him constantly. One second he's pacing in what was clearly the dorm of the ship he's on. The next second he's in a mess hall, the protein paste machine in the background. Then the hangar. Then the bridge. Back to the mess and dorm and mess. This will be true for the whole video. There is no denying that he's very agitated, like ready to run up the walls. Or through them if he could.]

Dudes, who in the world decided this was the best plan that there was? Like, seriously, this plan? It's bogus. Being locked up on a ship is one thing. I wanna go to space. Space is fucking cool. All the stars and planets and traveling and that shit. But here, on the fucking ground, and there's like no way to go and travel between them and the space is small and itissosmallandthewalls are everywhere andican'tgetthrough

[He's shaking harder now, as he comes to a stop. This is miserable.]

Yo, Agrii or whatever. I don't fucking CARE about making friends. I can do that on my own time. But I want the fuck out. Let me go back to the greenhouse. I swear I just found a door that led to a whole section of a floor that was just fucking MINT. I like mint. Let me at the fucking mint.

justletmeoutofhere!



Private Message to Billy - October 13th

[He's calmed down a bit at this point, and it's important that he does this. That he seems calm for this. Because Billy deserves it.]

Yo, happy birthday, bro. Was gonna make you this whole salad with things from the Garden. But some ASSHOLES in charge here absolutely decided to blow birthday plans. I'm sorry this all sorta got blown up. Who you on wherever you're on with? I'm with Wanda. Which, you know, awkward. You know where V ended up? Whatever, not like it matters. Just be okay, right?



Private to Vision - October 13th

[This one has a more nervous looking Tommy. Like he isn't even sure he should be sending this.]

It's today, right? You sorta said that the math would come out to today, yeah? So you know, I don't hold it against you. Forgetting. And not, you know, doing the whole thing you said you would. But it's fine, right? I get it, that you'd want to. So don't worry about me, okay? Just make sure you wish Billy a happy birthday. This will probably be the first time he has to celebrate it without his family or friends or all that. It would mean a lot, I think, for you to reach out.

Because, you know, it's a good Dad thing to do. And he's used to having a good dad. So, you know Vision, do your best. We're nineteen now, so I guess throw that in too?



[OOC: If anyone of Tommy's cohort wants to run into him while he's recording messages, that's cool too. Just hit me up at churbooseanon and we can set it up.]

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[Krista has been hiding in a dark little nook in the hallway, crunched up with her journal near the floor so that she's out of the way and practically invisible if she stays still enough. which means she's gotten to see (or hear, at least) a good chunk of Tommy's freakout as he zips between the bunks and the kitchen and then back to the hangar and then back to the bunk room again.

...She knows she can't really call out to get his attention, so she sighs and un-crunches and goes to try and find him wherever he's stopped and hopes that he isn't going to zip away in the other direction before she gets there.]

Hey, buddy... [very soft-spoken.] Whaaat's going on?

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[Congratulations, she's gotten him in a brief moment in the mess where he's filling a bowl with protein paste. The Spicy Chili kind really isn't too bad. But the machine goes so fucking SLOW. And with all the energy he's blowing on freaking out, his body needs calories BADLY. He does, though, flinch at the noise, turning and holding his hand up before him like it's a defense, and there is some vibrating from a nearby table before he lowers his hand.]

Just eating. You know. Food. Need to refuel. There's a lot to eat. Just need to eat. Food.

[Redundant? Yes. But he's so focused on trying to speak at speeds that other people can understand that putting the words together in reasonable ways is difficult. And he's trying NOT to talk about claustrophobia and the way this place feels like his cell back at Juvie only bigger and he's not okay with this, and he can't even just go to Wanda and ask her to take it from his head or just talk to him about stupid stuff he doesn't know about his family because she's not his family and he's breaking down here thanks.]

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Ooookay.

[this is not a good situation... she follows most of his jittery movements (definitely notices that table), quiet for just a couple more seconds as she quickly calculates three or four things at once. she points a finger towards the bowl he's filling, starting to talk faster.]

Okay. Okay okay okay. Cool, that sounds good, keep doing that. Can I help you with anything. I've got tricks.

[that thing in the middle was technically a question, but it doesn't really sound like she's asking.]

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[Okay, the talking faster definitely has Tommy slowing down for half a second because... that's interesting. Like, he's heard humans talk fast, but never fast. Even those people that do speed-reads for ads aren't that impressive to him. But most people can't do that. So now he's interested.]

What... kinds of tricks?

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[it is extremely difficult, and kind of draining, but she's trying her best to talk at a speed she imagines his mind is going at anyway. she's been under a Quicksilver spell before, she understands what it's like to have to wait for people to talk.]

Uh, okay. Don't know if any of this would be helpful, but there's making some basic shit appear, mending things, breaking things-- [she starts counting them off on her fingers, at this point, though she isn't as fast as that as she is as talking.] Uh, casting magical armor I guess, though I don't know how that would be applicable here--and I could probably turn you into a cat.

[a brief pause.] Or a lawn chair. Or a tube of toothpaste. Or like, a tree or something, I can basically turn anything into anything.

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[Try your best, Krista. But his speeds probably aren't easily replicated by any form of magic. He's trying really hard to just stay understandable.]

Yeah, that all sounds sorta like magic, and you've definitely got the wrong twin for that stuff. You want Billy if you wanna talk magic. The only spell I need is a way to get out of this place because it's so fucking small.

[Yep, bowl goes into microwave. Wait for it to heat. He hates waiting. His foot taps as he considers the machine, his foot taps a million miles a minute. Well, not actually. But it's definitely a blur.]

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Okay, one-- [she watches him do all of this, starting a new checklist by counting off on her fingers. still trying to keep this quick, even if it's ultimately futile.] Didn't know you have a twin. That's cool.

Two, I feel like this problem could be solved if I turned you into something really small.

[like a frog! or a fly. this is maybe not an idea that anyone would want to go along with, but hey, it makes sense to Krista.]

Three--I mean, you gotta figure out something, because you look like you're gonna hurt yourself if you keep doing whatever it is you're doing.

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[Uh, yeah, no, how is he supposed to get back to being a person?]

No, I'm REALLY not okay with being changed, okay? And I'm not going to... I probably won't hurt myself. And I can't blowaholeinthewall

[He gestures angrily at the wall and NOTHING happens. He wants out.]

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[through magic, d u h!]

Yeah, it's that "probably" that's concerning me. But I get it, I get it.

[well, her good ideas are running out. she gestures less helpfully, vaguely indicating the whole ship around them.]

I got stuck in this ship for a whole month, once. I'm not happy being back here either.

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[Stuck on a ship for a month? Tommy shudders at the very idea of it. Sure, this place is better than where he'd been, but it's still... it's still so much that he doesn't want. There is no limit to the 'do not want' going on right here and right now in his head and his heart.]

I won't do anything, okay? Because then BillyandPopsandKatarawillallbepissed.

[Still having problems regulating. But hey, the microwave has announced food being done, and that's something to somewhat slow down for.]

Wouldn't be bad if this thing was moving. Or there had been warning, or I could move between ships, or a lot of things. But this place is about as personal as a fucking shot to the head.

Okay, I guess those can be really personal.

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[something about his choice of words ("shot to the head") gets her to be quiet for another moment or two. she frowns, probably overthinking something like she always does.]

Okay, I believe you. And I'm sure everyone'll try as best as they can to get this thing moving again, or at least get the doors open.

[she sighs, rubs at one of her eyes.] I guess just feel free to let me know if you, I dunno, need anything. Or something.

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I need...

[He needs his brother. He needs his greenhouse. He needs their room. He needs Vision talking to him. He needs private space. He needs so much.]

I just don't think I can get what I need. Unless you're good at distracting.