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revivalproject2023-06-11 12:01 am
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2023-06-11 12:01 am
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[Log] Calibrations: Trapped in Yesterday
WHO: Donnie and you...?
WHERE: In the mind of Donatello... Gah, why're you in here
WHAT: Just some teenage turtle things
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
(Waiting Room Mingle here)
Darkness gives way to neon lines of light that follow along the ceiling and sides of a massive room. It's a rounded shape, reminiscent of a tunnel, but someone's definitely made themselves at home here. Backlit and accented in soft purple hues, the entire space is retrofitted so professionally that anyone who steps inside wouldn't think they were in a sewer beneath the streets of New York City.
As the eyes adjust, it's clear that this is some sort of lab or workshop. The computer equipment is pretty slick, lining the walls of one side, random consoles and contraptions laid out here and there. Encased in a domed glass is some very stylized looking computer chip about as tall as a handspan, all angles and points. Seemingly somewhat out of place is, of all things, a trophy that's apparently from some sort of demolition derby. Beside it is a small purple crystal. Draped over a very fancy looking gaming/computer chair is a very purple bomber jacket, the smooth, shiny satin kind. This one has a purple snakelike dragon design on the back.
Of course, the place wouldn't be complete without a few pizza boxes, and there's a small stack off to the side for a place called Albearto's. The mascot appears to be a jolly-looking mustachio'd bear with a chef hat.
On the opposite wall are a line of shell-looking objects, armor of a sort? One of the battle shells has definitely seen better days, bearing massive claw marks that's laid circuitry bare. If that's not enough of a giveaway as to who's room this is, there's a titanium bust of Donnie's head sitting on the central workspace/desk.
...of course then there's also the actual Donnie, hunched over some project or another, goggles down as he does some welding. He doesn't even look up at his uninvited guest, but he makes it clear he knows you're there.
"Sigh, it never fails, you try to get some work done and someone just wanders on in uninvited. Do us both a favor and don't press any buttons."
WHERE: In the mind of Donatello... Gah, why're you in here
WHAT: Just some teenage turtle things
WHEN: During event
WARNINGS: N/A
(Waiting Room Mingle here)
Darkness gives way to neon lines of light that follow along the ceiling and sides of a massive room. It's a rounded shape, reminiscent of a tunnel, but someone's definitely made themselves at home here. Backlit and accented in soft purple hues, the entire space is retrofitted so professionally that anyone who steps inside wouldn't think they were in a sewer beneath the streets of New York City.
As the eyes adjust, it's clear that this is some sort of lab or workshop. The computer equipment is pretty slick, lining the walls of one side, random consoles and contraptions laid out here and there. Encased in a domed glass is some very stylized looking computer chip about as tall as a handspan, all angles and points. Seemingly somewhat out of place is, of all things, a trophy that's apparently from some sort of demolition derby. Beside it is a small purple crystal. Draped over a very fancy looking gaming/computer chair is a very purple bomber jacket, the smooth, shiny satin kind. This one has a purple snakelike dragon design on the back.
Of course, the place wouldn't be complete without a few pizza boxes, and there's a small stack off to the side for a place called Albearto's. The mascot appears to be a jolly-looking mustachio'd bear with a chef hat.
On the opposite wall are a line of shell-looking objects, armor of a sort? One of the battle shells has definitely seen better days, bearing massive claw marks that's laid circuitry bare. If that's not enough of a giveaway as to who's room this is, there's a titanium bust of Donnie's head sitting on the central workspace/desk.
...of course then there's also the actual Donnie, hunched over some project or another, goggles down as he does some welding. He doesn't even look up at his uninvited guest, but he makes it clear he knows you're there.
"Sigh, it never fails, you try to get some work done and someone just wanders on in uninvited. Do us both a favor and don't press any buttons."