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Not Temba But Pretty Close

WHO: Tommmy Shepherd and People
WHERE: Not-Temba Agricultural Center, Quarry, Forest
WHAT: Explorations and Investigations, Maybe Even a Little Getting saved.
WHEN: First day to end of July
WARNINGS: Possible violence, Possible arguments with his brother, definite flirting with Kyle, fear of dogs and reactions caused by this.

1. Plants for the Plant Guy OTA
Tommy had been working the greenhouse in Temba since about day two or three. Every planet they went to he tried to find more food options. The few times he used the replicator, it was always to make things that would make the work easier, or allow him to manage plants out of the glass encased walls of the agricultural center in Temba. While he'd started the work because of an awareness that they needed food, he'd kept at it over a growing love for the work. So really, was it any surprise that Tommy was here?

The first day in Not-Temba he had raced off of the first train, eager to see if there was something like this, and his first day would be filled with Tommy slowly moving through the wildly overgrown greenhouse. No work yet, just Tommy moving slowly through the space, hands reaching out to touch overgrown tangles here, runners for beans there, and always pausing to marvel over the towering fruit trees that dominated this space in a way that even the Temba greenhouse might envy.

"This place is beautiful," he found himself saying as he moved through the different areas of the green house.

Starting from the second day on Tommy moved through the area with purpose. He'd brought a collection of pots and hand trowels and the like. A lot of these he left in the entrance with a sign

Tommy's gone exploring for plants. Grab a pot and join me up on level three if you're interested. Just harvesting? Check the fruit trees on five, I think they're mangos.

Any who might go seeking him out would find Tommy elbow deep in a bed of what looked like short grasses with feathery tops, trying to dig some out with his fingers. Or maybe they might find him further along in two, frowning as he tried to juggle a pot filled with dirt, a watering can, and a pungent smelling vine that seemed to actively be trying to curl around him.

"Will you please stop growing on me? I'm trying to get you to a new home!"

[OOC: Please also feel free to find Tommy anywhere else in the greenhouse, or your character somewhere for him to stumble over]

2. Quarry Queries: Line One OTA
There was a lot of the city to be seen. And, not just the agricultural center. Just north of it, back in Temba, there would be the massive hole down into the mines, something Tommy had never wanted to look at because fuck that mine was a massive hole. But here there was a serious difference. Tommy moved to the top edge of it, frowning. At last he shifted, sitting on the edge of the quarry rim, looking at the stone scooped out of this area.

"This is wrong," he said, frowning as he looked at the stone. He didn't know why it was, it just... It felt wrong. "Aren't quarries supposed to be away from where people live? Don't they get noisy or some shit?"

3. Forest Giant Closed to Ronan
There are adventures to be had here. Tommy definitely intended to have them. And, given his experience with the Agriculture database, his entire attempt to explore was really having a lot to do with plants. In this case the forest. There was something... familiar. No, not really familiar, but it still felt interesting. As he moved through the area he found himself pausing when he caught sight of a tree that was a bit pushed over.

"Shit, what did that?" Tommy found himself saying aloud, his hand settling on the tree trunk. The one with gouges worn into it.

4. Brother Where Art Thou? Closed to Billy
See, the problem with being Tommy and exploring places was that, well, trouble was BOUND to happen. sooner or later. This, apparently, was the sooner. Or was it later? Honestly, it didn't matter. What mattered in this moment was that there was absolutely a bit of a problem now, and one that Tommy hadn't been able to help.

The problem? Tommy had caught sight of the brother, and still upset he'd tried to avoid Billy.

Super speed and unstable rubble didn't go together well. Tommy tried to duck behind a wall. Too much speed, too little structural stability, or something else. Either way even he didn't have to react before an unstable wall was coming down over him, pinning Tommy down under rubble. And shit, that was not good. He immediately started to vibrate to get loose. Except... No. Tommy cried out in pain as a large piece of stone started to press down on his leg.

[OOC: More custom starters can be made if anyone wants, just PM me here for easiest talk, or hit me up on discord or plurk.]

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"We'll deal with the pants later," Billy dismissed, though he did glance up with a concerned frown at the sweat.

"I will. I've got you, Tommy. I promise. You're going to be fine." Billy gave him a firm look and nodded, murmuring spells to try and help numb the pain. He needed to see how bad it was before he tried to heal it. It might be beyond his magic, or at least particularly risky to attempt.

Going to be fine. Yeah, he's used to lies like that. But the spell does help some with the pain. Almost makes Tommy think he can flee. But he doesn't. That would be stupid.

"Dude, you're going to have to stop doing that so you can actually see what's wrong."

And what's wrong will be the same issue as during the first damn storm. Opposite leg this time. Nothing like a fracture, right? He hated this.

"I hate this world."

"Stop telling me what to do-" Billy muttered, maybe definitely a little carry over from their fight, and he looks guilty as soon as he's said it.

"...Tell me what you can remember from the pledge of allegiance," he instructed, giving Tommy something to focus on to hopefully distract him while he lifted the towel to prod the injured leg, feeling along the bone and muscle with a frown.

It wasn't good.

"...I don't think it's broken. But it'll heal better if you let your body do it instead of me," he cautioned. Which would mean some time off his feet again.

"That teachers are assholes who force you to stand and say it even though there are no rules for that," Tommy grumbled through his pain.

But the second Billy suggests that Tommy be off his feet like that, he was absolutely angry.

"YOu're kidding, right? I'm a speedster, Billy. Movement is everything! You ever try running in a cast? I have. It fucking blows."

"Yeah, and if movement is everything then you don't want to have a bone heal wrong, right?" Billy pushed, "I'm not great at things I don't understand, I can't...imagine them right, and don't know how bones work well enough to be sure I won't do it wrong. But if you let me wrap it up- take things easy for a month or two-"

How do you expect him to be sane if he has to be still?

"I can't," Tommy half shouts, half pleads with his brother. "I can't, I won't. Being like that again, I don't wanna live that."

"Tommy," Billy tried to reason, "If I heal you wrong you might hurt it worse and end up like that even longer."

He tried working on the cut, hands covered in blood by the time he got the wound to close up.

He's sorry for the bloody hands, he really is. But Tommy still reached out to grab his brother's arm. Maybe Billy could see the fear in his eyes, threatening to overcome the control Tommy was struggling so hard for.

"They used to break my legs, B. To see how fast it would heal, to see how strong my bones were. I will not stay in a cast when there's another option. You have no clue how powerless that makes me feel."

And a powerless Tommy, even for a few days, is a Tommy more likely to start blowing stuff up.

"..." Billy was pale at that, and silent, before finally nodding. He swallowed thickly, needing a moment to find his voice again.

"...okay. I'll do it," he promised, looking not fully there/i> still, blinking a few times as he tried to get his mind to focus.

Sorry, Billy, this wasn't how he'd meant to bring it up. How it meant to bring any of it up.

So he reached up, hands settling on the sides of Billy's face.

"Look at me, this isn't hard, right? There's a perfectly good leg on the other side to use as your template. Alike, but mirrored, right?"

Yeah, but he can't see the inside part. Billy continued to frown but nodded, still troubled.

He place his hands on Tommy's leg and shut his eyes to help his focus.

"IwantTommy'sbonetoheal.IwantTommy'sbonetoheal.IwantTommy'sbonetoheal-," he chanted.

But his magic could, right?

Pain. Tommy shouted in pain from the way the magic was running through him. Maybe it was the fact that Billy's powers didn't seem as godly here that made it hurt. Maybe it was the fact that it was literally a bone healing faster than it should. Either way Tommy screamed in pain, until he fainted right away.

Hopefully.

Billy nearly broke off, trying to block out the screams and tell himself Tommy had pleaded for this. As it was he could only carry on a moment or two past the point Tommy mercifully passed out, looking absolutely sick with himself as he hurried to press a hand to Tommy's forehead, smoothing back his hair.

He tried to teleport them back to the Temba hospital, but something blocked him, making his head ache with the effort after a few tries. Finally he tried porting them to the Not-Temba library, knowing he'd seen a number of people there before.

The library wasn't where Tommy was expecting to wake up, amid all the ruins and dust and broken things. But when he opened his eyes he was definitely there.

"B?" he asked, sitting up and trying to push his hair out of his face. "What, what happened?"

"Stay still-" Billy cautioned, quickly returning to his side. He hadn't made it far, not wanting to leave Tommy to go in search of others.

"I was looking for people to help. I can't port us back to Temba, and I was-" Scared. "I wasn't sure what to do..."

Stay still? Billy, what kind of word choice even is that when you're talking to Tommy of all people? A bullshit one is that. He sits up and starts to move his leg to test it. Better.

"Dude, I'll tell you what, the pain of a bone healing like that that fast is a bit intense," Tommy admitted with a shrug, before reaching out to pat his shoulder. "Don't worry. I'm fine. I'll bounce back. Promise."

"You think?" God, that scream was going to haunt him for the rest of his life. Why can't Tommy just once not rush things??

"Will you please just lay down for a bit? I need to figure out when the next train is to get you back to Temba, and you really need to rest."

Oh come on, Billy, it wasn't that bad. Hell, he still carries the scars from where his brother shocked him during the rage bug incident.

"What makes you think I'm going to Temba right now?" Tommy demanded. He's not going to lie down. "I will not be still."

Oh, yes, thank you for that reminder.

"Your body just went through two majors traumas. I don't care how fast you are, you need to give it some time to rest and recover, Tommy," Billy reasoned.

"Then I'll do that here," Tommy countered. He was already trying to push to his feet. please, Billy, don't stop him. "You really expect me to get into that tiny ass train car for an hour or something?"

No one in their right mind would gall that thing tiny. But come on, they bot knew Tommy had issues with small spaces.

Billy huffed, clearly frustrated, but he didn't make an effort to physically stop him.

"...Fine. I guess I'm the only one that has to listen when one of us is worried."

Billy just doesn't get it. Not at all. Kyle had said he should talk about it, admit to his brother just how bad it was. And really, he was probably right. It had been too long in coming.

"Except they're about the same thing, Billy. About that place. About what happened there. I can't live in the fear they built there, B. You know me, how I do my best to live my life the best way. But you remember what I was like when you busted me out.'

"I'm not asking you to. I'm asking you to rest for half a second- God- Tommy."

This had all been building up, days worth of frustration finally coming out.

"Why are you the one who gets to forbid me from doing something, when you won't even let me heal you properly?"

"So you have no faith in your magic?" Tommy countered, his own voice a touch sharper. "Is that really what you're saying here?"

"I did the damn magic because you asked me to. But that doesn't just make you fine. The bone is better, but you still need time to recover. Stop turning this around on me like I'm the one lacking confidence in myself," Billy defended.

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