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revivalproject2022-05-09 09:41 am
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2022-05-09 09:41 am
[Open] Calibrations Still Hurt
WHO: Tommy Sheperd, OTA
WHERE: Tommy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: May 9th through June 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Tommy’s Calibrations room potentially contains depictions of child abuse and neglect, deprivation of food to a minor, bullying, and possible references toward unintentional property destruction. It depends on what you touch (each will have warnings in strike-through attached). Happier memories are possible though
Calibrations Waiting Room
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Calibrations [CW: Tommy’s Calibrations room potentially contains depictions of child abuse and neglect, deprivation of food to a minor, bullying, and possible references toward unintentional property destruction. It depends on what you touch (each will have warnings in strike-through attached). If there are no strikethroughs then you get a happy or neutral memory.]
Arriving means awakening on an unfolded futon couch in a relatively cramped apartment. There is a whole collection of pillows spread on it, a varitable nest of pillows, and even blankets. Tommy himself perches on the arm of it, sipping some craft beer or other.
"Hey, way to be awake. I think. Don't burn the place down."
It's all he says before he moves faster than a thought, stopping by a window on the far side of the room. He pulls back the curtain and it reveals a view of the Las Vegas Strip at night, but from an angle that is pretty impossible, because the apartment would have to be in one of the lanes of the street itself.
"Out is in and in is out," he says, not taking his gaze from the view. At least, he won't without prompting.
Of course it means that it might be easier to poke around the space. And there are a lot of things in the space that seem to beg to be touched. For instance there's a small table beside the futon, where there's a customer rewards card for a place called 'Mr. Whippy D’s Frosty Delights'. Next to that rests a pair of goggles with orange lenses, ones that probably go with the silver and green super hero costume slung over a nearby chair.
Some things don't really seem to fit the rest of the apartment though, and these are scattered further apart, half hidden by mounds of clearly worn out novels, or framed pictures of people, or even sometimes discarded shirts (some of which definitely look a little too business casual for them to belong to Tommy). One such item hidden by clothes is a beat-up bookbagcw: bullying with Captain America's shield on it. And buried under books one might find a battered high school yearbook cw: explosions, property destruction for a school in New Jersey, Go Pumas. Both the bookbag and yearbook are torn and dirty and otherwise showing signs of wear beyond what might be reasonable from the passage of time.
Inspection of the kitchenette in the room finds it filled with lots of quick cook meals, things that can be microwaved or cooked by adding boiling water, simple things for someone who don't know how to cook. Even the fridge and freezer involves things like these. The only exception is one pantry filled with various types of individual coffee pods for the machine on the counter, and one pantry with two items that don't fit at all. On the lower shelf is a half-eaten package of off-brand poptartscw: neglect and deprivation of food. On the upper? A worn brown leather belt cw: physical child abuse, too big for someone Tommy's size.
[OOC: The secret to getting out of Tommy's room before the 'timelimit' is to view at least one memory and then 'sleep' in the bed.
WHERE: Tommy’s Calibration Room
WHAT: Calibrations
WHEN: May 9th through June 10th
WARNINGS: CW: Tommy’s Calibrations room potentially contains depictions of child abuse and neglect, deprivation of food to a minor, bullying, and possible references toward unintentional property destruction. It depends on what you touch (each will have warnings in strike-through attached). Happier memories are possible though
Calibrations Waiting Room
Here
Calibrations [CW: Tommy’s Calibrations room potentially contains depictions of child abuse and neglect, deprivation of food to a minor, bullying, and possible references toward unintentional property destruction. It depends on what you touch (each will have warnings in strike-through attached). If there are no strikethroughs then you get a happy or neutral memory.]
Arriving means awakening on an unfolded futon couch in a relatively cramped apartment. There is a whole collection of pillows spread on it, a varitable nest of pillows, and even blankets. Tommy himself perches on the arm of it, sipping some craft beer or other.
"Hey, way to be awake. I think. Don't burn the place down."
It's all he says before he moves faster than a thought, stopping by a window on the far side of the room. He pulls back the curtain and it reveals a view of the Las Vegas Strip at night, but from an angle that is pretty impossible, because the apartment would have to be in one of the lanes of the street itself.
"Out is in and in is out," he says, not taking his gaze from the view. At least, he won't without prompting.
Of course it means that it might be easier to poke around the space. And there are a lot of things in the space that seem to beg to be touched. For instance there's a small table beside the futon, where there's a customer rewards card for a place called 'Mr. Whippy D’s Frosty Delights'. Next to that rests a pair of goggles with orange lenses, ones that probably go with the silver and green super hero costume slung over a nearby chair.
Some things don't really seem to fit the rest of the apartment though, and these are scattered further apart, half hidden by mounds of clearly worn out novels, or framed pictures of people, or even sometimes discarded shirts (some of which definitely look a little too business casual for them to belong to Tommy). One such item hidden by clothes is a beat-up bookbag
Inspection of the kitchenette in the room finds it filled with lots of quick cook meals, things that can be microwaved or cooked by adding boiling water, simple things for someone who don't know how to cook. Even the fridge and freezer involves things like these. The only exception is one pantry filled with various types of individual coffee pods for the machine on the counter, and one pantry with two items that don't fit at all. On the lower shelf is a half-eaten package of off-brand poptarts
[OOC: The secret to getting out of Tommy's room before the 'timelimit' is to view at least one memory and then 'sleep' in the bed.
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"I'm guessing you're talking about the Stark that's in the city." Get all the information first, then get mad about it if it was worth it. Or maybe even if it wasn't worth it. But that smile definitely has the nicer emotions the android doesn't experience often, but knows them enough to recognize them in others.
"...Sort of sounds like we need more people like David. For you and for people that need smart people around."
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"He's a fucking detective right now. Tell me that isn't super fucking cool."
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"That... that is hella cool. I've never met any detectives, but I've heard of some in Detroit that dealt with android cases. Your David, if your memory is anything to go by, and that goofy grin on your face, too, sounds like he's something... special." Right, that was good wording. This wasn't York's forte with humans, but he could try at least. Didn't have to be a debbie downer or an antagonistic asshole all of the time.
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"Oh man, we got a lover boy in our midst." A foot gets lifted to push at Tommy's, arms crossed over his chest and a grin on his face. "Does he live in this city or is he back in your world?"
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"Back home. I miss him."
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"I can see in your face how much you like him," and it's definitely a teenage teasing tone. Now he moves to sit on the bed, pulling his legs up to sit cross-legged.
"...This was nice. Which probably sounds weird to say."
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"Dude would do the impossible and get us out of here. But it's not like I can get him here."
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"...There's really no way for us to get home without the Agrii sending us, is there? Like, we can't get on the ships and just head back to whichever earth we're from. Or other planets if earth isn't their home."
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He knows that voice. The frustration it inspires is no small thing. Other people heard the voice say they couldn't go home because they were entertaining. Tommy had seen the power that would have sent them home, and could have reached for it. And instead he was trapped.
"Ships won't leave the planet without overrides from the Agrii I think. More than that, they can't go too far from set paths."
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"Well that fucking sucks. Both that we need overrides and that they have a set path." But now he's wondering if he could figure out how to override it. Maybe if the android could figure out how to tap into the technology of the ships, maybe they could at least fly them without permission, so to speak.
"Maybe I should take a better look at the ships if we're ever let loose from our prison."
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And with that Tommy stretched out fully on the bed, clearly intending to rest.
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York felt his own pull to sleep, to go into stasis. Could he deal with that here in someone else's head? There was space on the bed at least. He didn't want to run the risk of Tommy getting up and stepping on him. Or tripping. Either would be bad. "Haven't gone looking for those yet," came the remark as he moved now to lay down. Human comforts, sometimes they were nice.
The android moved onto his side, intending to take up as little space from Tommy as possible. Images of the shop with Tommy and David whirled about in his mind as he rested his head on his arm, and his eyes shut in sleep.
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"See you later, little man."