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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."
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Unfortunately the purple satin jacket that was so innocently draped over it- and it was a very nice gaming chair at least- was one of the things that didn't quite belong, and once Reeve took a seat, the perhaps familiar shift of scenery occurred, the lab fading out abruptly.
Pain. It's a wonder nothing's broken. Definitely not one of your better landings. If you'd been flying things probably would've turned out better.
A few feet from you, a dark-skinned girl in a green and yellow jacket sits up, red glasses askew. "I think I broke your jetpack."
"No probbles! I got this!" you say, the four extra appendages of your spider shell unfolding and ready to get to work.
"Not so fast, von Ryan."
Kendra descends from above with your flight shell, violet light blazing from the four rotors, her short lilac hair fluttering in the breeze. She did look quite the sight in that stunning purple satin jacket but more importantly- How dare she! She smirks and her fingers dance across the keyboard of the laptop in her hand.
Suddenly all four arms of your spider shell tense- oh crap, the access code-
All you can do is flail and roll around in the alleyway as all four arms attempt to throttle you.
"No! Hey! No!! Stop! Override! Override! Alpha Bootyshaker Nine-thousand, three y's!"
It's hard to maintain focus on Kendra when your own tech's trying to kill you, but you can hear her all the same.
"Well von Ryan, looks like you're out of luck. I'd love to spend all night beating you up with your own tech. But...I've got a global bank to hack! Buh-bye!" And she blows a kiss. The nerve!!
You feel the grip on the arms give and fling it upward, pulling your hands over your hood as you cringe in preparation for round two before you hear April shout.
"Head's up Donnie!!" Oh that girl. What would you do without her and her bat??
While April takes care of your out-of-control tech, you look up at Kendra as she continues to fly off, gloating.
"Those rotors! The reason I never wear a jacket is that I'm terrified it would get caught in them!" you shudder, hugging your arms around yourself. It's a natural fear, isn't it?
"How about...using a jacket to block those rotors?"
"Exactly! Give me yours." You hold a hand expectantly in April's direction.
"What?! No. Use your own jacket!"
Expected. But no less disappointing. Well, she is a little preoccupied and...
You sigh.
"Guhhh. You know even though this whole thing is your fault, April, I guess it is up to me to solve it."
"Oooh...we gonna have a talk."
That never bodes well, but this is already too much. With great reluctance you unzip that glorious purple jacket, reverently balling it up, and with a heavy sigh as you poise yourself like a shotput athlete, pressing the cool satiny material against your face one last time.
"Fare thee well, my synthetic darling. I hardly knew you, but parting is such sweet-"
"JUST DO IT-"
"-okay."
It's a surprisingly good throw that sends the jacket unfurling, sleeves fluttering in the air like the wings of an ascending angel. Your beloved angel. Certainly she's betrayed you, but still...
Kendra cackles as she continues to hover upwards before the sleeve catches in one of the rotors, the entire jacket shredding instantly even as it sends the hacker plummeting.
The landing is about as graceful as yours had been, the laptop clattering away from her before meeting its demise at the heel of April's foot.
"Sorry Kendra. Looks like your computer's...Wait for it... Wait for it... Crashed! BAM! I should write for the news!"
At least someone's enjoying this bittersweet victory.
Meanwhile you stand watching as shredded satin flutters around you like soft purple sparkling petals in a spring breeze.
Guess it was never meant to be. Is it silly to cry over a jacket? Probably.
"Alas. The classic tale of a well-meaning loner who just couldn't fit in with a band of well-dressed crooks."
You feel April's hand on your shoulder then. She's always been there, at least.
"That's okay Donnie. You'll always be in the April O'Neil Dorky Pals for Life Club."
"Thanks April."
"No matter how stupid you dress."
The sound of police sirens threaten the moment. It won't be good to stick around. You turn and begin gathering your busted equipment.
"Hey, you wanna help me get this stuff back to the Lair?"
April sighs as she starts grabbing things. "I say yes to you way too often," she says as you both make a run for the nearest sewer access.
The memory fades back out and back into the lab.
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"I think I preferred the 'touch nothing' strategy. I'm sorry."
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"Oh I hate that. No, no. I should've caught that," he muttered against his palms.
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"-but look, there's a door now? So I guess we figured out the unlock sequence. Yaaay...." It wasn't the most enthusiastic 'yay' but at least it meant Reeve was free to go if he wanted.
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"Sometimes the things around us are just what is important."
A door. Reeve smiles and nods.
"I'll get to that then. But when we're out of this we should meet up. Talk. Tech or magic, I'm happy either way."
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Reeve's suggestion instantly received a nod. "Yeah, let's...let's do that," he said. Outside of weird shared dream experiences that shouldn't be happening.
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