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revivalproject2020-01-14 08:49 am
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2020-01-14 08:49 am
Winter Wonderland [OTA]
WHO: Tommy Shepherd, OTA
WHERE: Twin Roses, Winter Event Planet
WHAT: Winter Wonders, Cold Speedster, Baby Speedster, Post Baby Shenanigans
WHEN: Event Start until 1/31
WARNINGS: Nonewill update if any are needed
Didn't Agree to This | Twin Roses Crew
It's official. Tommy wants to punch an Agrii in the face. He doesn't CARE that they only mean well. They've decided to trap him in the ship. AGAIN. This time with music. He doesn't like that he can't TRUST MUSIC NOW. Fucking assholes. Wants to punch them in the heads.
Which of course is what Tommy is grumbling under his breath as he works through the awkward process of stripping the mattress from one of the beds in the quarters and navigate the floppy thing toward the cargo hold. Strange thing to be doing, right? But damn if the super-strong speedster isn't doing it anyway, trying to get the mattress to the cargo hold and then tucked into a nice, secure corner that looks warm but not too bright.
And once that's done he's busy getting the bed made up and super comfortable.
Strange kid.
Fuck the Cold | Planet Arrival
"Oh come the fuck on!" Tommy snaps when he heads down the ramp of the ship at full speed and then comes to a skidding stop at the edge of the snow. "Snow and Speedsters don't MIX!" he shouts fruitlessly at the sky.
With a grumpy look Tommy wraps his arms tightly around himself, trying not to shiver too much. The cold is so much more acute to him. Makes sense given he runs quite a lot hotter than most other people, what with the enhanced metabolism that came with his mutation. How the hell was he supposed to eat enough food to stay warm enough with what he's wearing while they're here.
There is a part of him that is almost tempted to go back onto the ship, curl up in his bunk and never come out. But the thing is COLD in there too. So at least here he might be able to warm up some by running. So, with a distasteful look on his face he rushes onto the snow. Maybe if he goes fast enough he can Legolas this bitch and walk on top of the snow.
Nope. His foot goes through immediately and he yelps at the cold before frowning and slogging off to go find shelter. Or his family. Either works. Both work. Anything is better than standing around pointlessly in the snow.
And his first destination? What looks like a gingerbread house. Hopefully he either gets some company or someone foists something warm on him first.
"You could have warned us," he grumbles as if the Agrii could hear him. "Coulda brought my space blankets. Assholes."
Tiny Little Speedy Baby
The houses aren't bad. And the food in them isn't bad. A lot of the things in them aren't bad because it's warm and cozy and there is warm clothes. But most importantly? Sugar based candies. Damn but Tommy needs all the terrible for him sugar he can get. He works his way through some pieces in one of the houses as he pokes around, curious about the place out of boredom.
He even picks up a piece of gelt, thinking 'wow I've got to get Billy one of these, he's gonna love this shit, even if the candles here are over done'. Unwraps the piece of milk chocolate goodness and devours it in one bite.
...
And then there isn't a Tommy Shepherd poking around in the room. Instead there is an eight year old boy with his eyes and his hair and standing in his far too big clothes, crying because his clothes are too big. Maybe someone could help with that.
Once that's dealt with, well, now there is a new special sort of menace in the village. A little kid with winter clothes, joy, wonder and... Speed. Ever try and catch a kid running sixty miles per hour through the snow who wants nothing more than to dump snow down the back of your shirt? Hope you like snowballs, because once the boy learns how to make them the green clad menace will be throwing them with utter delight at anyone who gets too close. And when he gets tired the boy, friendlier and happier than Tommy ever actually was as a kid, is going to look for the nearest warm body and cuddle up next to them.
Whatever is this place going to do with an eight-year-old superboy? And how will the other kids keep up or argue the shouted challenge across the village of
I'm the fastest there ever was!
WHERE: Twin Roses, Winter Event Planet
WHAT: Winter Wonders, Cold Speedster, Baby Speedster, Post Baby Shenanigans
WHEN: Event Start until 1/31
WARNINGS: None
Didn't Agree to This | Twin Roses Crew
It's official. Tommy wants to punch an Agrii in the face. He doesn't CARE that they only mean well. They've decided to trap him in the ship. AGAIN. This time with music. He doesn't like that he can't TRUST MUSIC NOW. Fucking assholes. Wants to punch them in the heads.
Which of course is what Tommy is grumbling under his breath as he works through the awkward process of stripping the mattress from one of the beds in the quarters and navigate the floppy thing toward the cargo hold. Strange thing to be doing, right? But damn if the super-strong speedster isn't doing it anyway, trying to get the mattress to the cargo hold and then tucked into a nice, secure corner that looks warm but not too bright.
And once that's done he's busy getting the bed made up and super comfortable.
Strange kid.
Fuck the Cold | Planet Arrival
"Oh come the fuck on!" Tommy snaps when he heads down the ramp of the ship at full speed and then comes to a skidding stop at the edge of the snow. "Snow and Speedsters don't MIX!" he shouts fruitlessly at the sky.
With a grumpy look Tommy wraps his arms tightly around himself, trying not to shiver too much. The cold is so much more acute to him. Makes sense given he runs quite a lot hotter than most other people, what with the enhanced metabolism that came with his mutation. How the hell was he supposed to eat enough food to stay warm enough with what he's wearing while they're here.
There is a part of him that is almost tempted to go back onto the ship, curl up in his bunk and never come out. But the thing is COLD in there too. So at least here he might be able to warm up some by running. So, with a distasteful look on his face he rushes onto the snow. Maybe if he goes fast enough he can Legolas this bitch and walk on top of the snow.
Nope. His foot goes through immediately and he yelps at the cold before frowning and slogging off to go find shelter. Or his family. Either works. Both work. Anything is better than standing around pointlessly in the snow.
And his first destination? What looks like a gingerbread house. Hopefully he either gets some company or someone foists something warm on him first.
"You could have warned us," he grumbles as if the Agrii could hear him. "Coulda brought my space blankets. Assholes."
Tiny Little Speedy Baby
The houses aren't bad. And the food in them isn't bad. A lot of the things in them aren't bad because it's warm and cozy and there is warm clothes. But most importantly? Sugar based candies. Damn but Tommy needs all the terrible for him sugar he can get. He works his way through some pieces in one of the houses as he pokes around, curious about the place out of boredom.
He even picks up a piece of gelt, thinking 'wow I've got to get Billy one of these, he's gonna love this shit, even if the candles here are over done'. Unwraps the piece of milk chocolate goodness and devours it in one bite.
...
And then there isn't a Tommy Shepherd poking around in the room. Instead there is an eight year old boy with his eyes and his hair and standing in his far too big clothes, crying because his clothes are too big. Maybe someone could help with that.
Once that's dealt with, well, now there is a new special sort of menace in the village. A little kid with winter clothes, joy, wonder and... Speed. Ever try and catch a kid running sixty miles per hour through the snow who wants nothing more than to dump snow down the back of your shirt? Hope you like snowballs, because once the boy learns how to make them the green clad menace will be throwing them with utter delight at anyone who gets too close. And when he gets tired the boy, friendlier and happier than Tommy ever actually was as a kid, is going to look for the nearest warm body and cuddle up next to them.
Whatever is this place going to do with an eight-year-old superboy? And how will the other kids keep up or argue the shouted challenge across the village of
I'm the fastest there ever was!
no subject
"Do you want to walk to the cabin? Or do you want to fly?"
no subject
"That would be cool! I could sit on your shoulders to help put the head on! That tall."
Or taller. Is taller possible? Man, wouldn't that be awesome. Still, he now has a new question to face, and gives it all the determined thoughtful look of a young boy faced with something he doesn't know how to deal with.
"I don't know. Flying is scary, isn't it?"
Speedsters, they're made to have their feet on the ground.