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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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He can't explain it.
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He was looking at the things around the futon, eyes settling on the customer card. "'Mr. Whippy D's?' Any good?"
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While Shiro looks, Tommy's eyes settle on the card.
"They do good milkshakes and smoothies. Good for a speedster on the go."
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And he reached to pick it up.
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The focus of the memory is immediately obvious because there's Tommy at a table by a window, his leg bouncing a mile a minute (probably literally actually given the blur), playing with a straw and repeatedly tapping his phone to check the time. He looks nervous.
And York? Well, he's at a table next to that, seated with another version of Tommy, one that looks just like he did in the room. This Tommy groans, his cheeks heating.
"Fucking hell this is going to be embarrassing. Look at how lame Past-Tommy looks."
The other Tommy is fiddling with his straw still, and occasionally looking up toward the door.
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He tilted his head slightly at the comment and the fact that there were two Tommy's here. Well, he was going to keep watching... not that he had much choice otherwise.
sorry for the typo in the last one. the last one 'york' should have been shiro because me bad
A tall, African American man with a yellow coat and a nervous smile enters. And, when he looks to see Tommy. He moves with a bit more confidence toward the table and settles in with that smile warming a bit.
"Hey David," past-Tommy said, smiling, and perhaps he thought himself too eager because he changed it to a smirk.
"Why am I so embarrassing?" Tommy groans.
It's all good
Shiro chuckled. "I guess it is hard not to be?"
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"Tommy," the man, David was busy talking. His smile was so warm as he sat down. Then the man seemed to think better of this and stood a bit and rose to move their seats closer. Only then did he sit back down, holding his hand out to then-Tommy, who hesitated before taking the offered hand with a shy smile. "We're a bit overdue for this, don't you think?"
"What? Holding hands? The feelings?"
"The feelings," David chuckled, a voice low and full of warmth, and current Tommy with Shiro blushed over it.
"Stupid sexy voice. I'm so fucking weak to his voice. And it's why it happens. Definitely the voice."
What the it is will become obvious in a moment, but it's probably more accurate to say that the catalyst is the way David's thumb runs over the back of Tommy's and and Tommy flinches from it. Then there's a half a second where the drink is falling over and in a blur of motion it's righted.
So ungraceful for a speedster.
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"I can't say that I blame you," Shiro said in a low voice. "He does have a good voice."
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"His voice is pretty much the best thing," Temba-Tommy agrees.
"Calm down," David is saying over at the other table, which makes the past-Tommy look up, confusion plain on his face for a second before it's gone. "I'm not going to rush you. We can take this at your pace."
"That could be super slow," then-Tommy says.
"Wouldn't that be refreshing for you?" David questioned, and his smile was definitely what a Tommy would categorize as 'radiant'. Which there isn't much time to enjoy before the memory fades, leaving them back in the room with the view of The Vegas Strip.
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"The fact that his voice is the best part definitely doesn't paint a pretty picture."
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The super speed meant hearing things slower, and thus deeper. Damn, voice can be fucking attractive, okay?
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"Is that so? Well, thank you very much. Can't say I've had too many people compliment my voice before."
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"Face it dude, between the hair, the build, and your smiles? You're a fucking snack."
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"For full disclosure, you are the first one who has said something like that to me in quite some time. I can't say I'm hating hearing it."
He rather liked it actually.
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"You know me, man. I believe that beautiful men should fucking know they are that. Just how it is."
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"Uh, yeah, that's... Thanks."
Flustered. He gets so fucking flustered.
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He could see that he had flustered Tommy. Granted they had never had a talk like this before, but he wouldn't have thought that it was so easy.
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Sometimes it was easier to deflect when he liked hearing something. Easier not to get invested in it and be disappointed when he convinced himself it wasn't genuine. Abandonment issues were shit for trust and all that.
"Anyway, in answer to your long ago question, Mr. Whippy D's is fucking amazing. They do smoothies and milkshakes, and when they make the smoothies, it isn't with ice. Instead the cold comes from the fact that the fruit is frozen. So you don't get the drink getting thinner the longer you have it. Miracles."
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He was also willing to take the change of topic there.
"Sounds like a good place. I like the idea that the smoothies are made with frozen fruit. Sounds less like they are trying to cheat you out of something."
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Someone gets it. So Tommy was truly a loyal customer at that shop.
"They also do the vitamin booster packs, but you don't need them, because there is really good fruit in there. The secret is you gotta have some really good berries and some nice kiwi."
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He gets it. He didn't drink a lot of smoothies, but he gets the idea and he would honestly rather have a smoothie like the one that Tommy was suggesting.
"Sounds good. A lot of options."
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"Tons of options. Oh, and something you wouldn't think is great in them but is? Pears. Fuck yeah. They had nutrients and fiber and bulk without compromising flavor because pear is so taste neutral!"
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