Connect This Space Between

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Donnie and you..?!
WHERE: The Warrens
WHAT: Taking things one step at a time...
WHEN: Post volcano eruption
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag format.


i. hanging in there
The trip down had more or less been a mechanical process. Just follow everyone down, one foot in front of the other. For all that he's observed, the whole matter of a volcanic explosion happening somewhere overhead was still a difficult thing to process, or perhaps it was just everything else with that just topping it all off. He'd traveled in uncharacteristic silence, just waiting for that last straw that would possibly make him snap.

Thankfully he's been able to hold it together. Fresh water helps, and having other things to mind has kept his thoughts from spiraling completely out of control. It might be an odd sight to see a humanoid turtle carrying a makeshift tank with some kind of local alien turtleish creature in it, but Donnie's clung to it like a lifeline. And then there's DATA, Tony's strange little robot-spy-camera who's apparently been demoted to a cantaloupe as Donnie's chosen method of carrying him along is by a net-like bag. But now there's space and they can rest, so they're set down while the teenage turtle tries to get some feeling back in his fingers as he slowly allows himself to start assessing their new surroundings. Data collection usually helps him relax.


ii. like mapping out dungeons
Being underground isn't really a problem for him. He's more or less lived underground all his life, and compared to the sewers of New York, this is far less complicated to navigate.

Donnie takes to mapping things out, wandering the strange tunnels. He hasn't yet managed to cobble together a replacement computer for the one he sorely misses wearing on his arm, so he's doing things the old-fashioned way, with pencil and paper. He's tackling things in sections, intent on working out every possible direction down one way before he'll commit to the next. Which will explain his absence from the main area at given times. This may not be some technical project to work on, but he's approaching it the same way, completely caught up in his findings.

Someone might want to make sure he remembers to eat or you know, sleep.


iii. no time for idle hands
If he'd been completely without some sort of access to tech he might have lost it by now. At least here the atmosphere is much more inviting than Calibrations. But it also means there's no doors he can close when he wants to keep to himself and work on things. Not that he's finding himself too bothered by people.

His main concern is potential fire hazards, and what with moss and mats everywhere, at times Donnie gathers up some of his things and relocates himself down some tunnel or another where there's less of a risk of burning anything when he tries to do some circuitry work or welding.


iv. aces wild
Choose your own adventure! Throw me a starter or whatever.

Comments

[in_extremis]

Now Tony turned his skeptical look on the Barry before asking, "What's in the records that is going to tell me differently?"

[trpmods]

Really? You're asking about the records?

[I am not a Recorder. I do not know. Shall I add the question?]

[in_extremis]

Tony wasn't sure how that was a different question to the one he had started with, and was interested to find out, after a beat of seriously considering arguing with the little fruit about it. It was possible he didn't need to argue about everything. "Sure," he tapped, then, "And while you're at it, add one about the records of volcanoes. There have been some before. Did they all happen so quickly?"

[trpmods]

Ah. That is a good question, one that makes the Barry tip a bit to the side as if tilting its head.

[I can ask for these. Deep fire mountain history may take longer. Less Hive knowing of that. Hivequeen says if suitable gift promised later, can send envoy to Wanderkin to ask for better fire mountain records. Wanderkin love travel and seeking knowledge of rocks and soil. They may have the knowing of your question. She cannot say how long.]

[in_extremis]

It was a wonder they had spent so long on this planet thinking they were alone. Maybe that had just been Tony's ego. He glanced up and around like this was the time he would finally spot the way out of here, so he could better find out for himself who all of these other plant people were that the Funfrond and this Barry had mentioned. "What kind of gift?" seemed to be about as close as he was going to get right now.

[trpmods]

Perhaps most people weren't programmed to look for sentience in small plants. Still, the Barry clearly thought about this.

[Hivequeen not know what you offer, what you can give. Something good for the hive is always wanted. Something that makes better, or makes Queen joyful. Hivebrother brought golden drops, making device to help us harvest them, and helped give way to control Stone Trees.]

[in_extremis]

What Tony could offer already felt severely limited, outside of an underground maze where he was already relying on this adept gentleberry for food, and he felt his stomach drop as it sounded like each valued gift was something organic, agrarian. Not exactly his area of expertise. "I might have to take that three hour turn around time, I'll get back to you," he tapped gently, watching his fingers again like he had to carefully spell the words, then punctuated it with the thump of his head.

[trpmods]

It wasn't like the Barry was going to need the gift now. The queen understood time and work. Once more it shrugs before it looks about ready to lower the vent. It has work that could be done while he was thinking, if the Hivefriend did not have another question in this moment.

[trpmods]

[At the appointed time there comes a rattling from a vent near Tony. Never underestimate the ability of Barrys to find their man. Moments later there is a tapping.]

[Come with your answers. Queen thinks you will be pleased to know them. Are you prepared?]

[in_extremis]

Tony was wildly unprepared and blinked incredulously at the appearance of the Barry, and it took him a moment to free a hand and tap at the floor by his hip, "It would please me to please the Queen."

[trpmods]

The Barry of course nods. Why would he not? He should be pleased to please the queen.

[You desire to write this? Hivebrother wrote the tellings. Not bothered if not. Just know must give you extra time for inscribing.]

[in_extremis]

Dustin was really keeping a lot between himself and his plant friends. "No extra time," Tony assured this one, though felt compelled to draw out his communication device anyway, in the case that he was being delivered an unwieldy amount of information. It couldn't be much more complex than nanokinetics.

[trpmods]

So much. The young man really had communication issues apparently. But the Barry offers a nod and begins rapping out a dance of the answers Tony might need.

[Tunnels here we not know. In our lands the deep bones, what you call tunnels, are older than the above structures. Of the time of the world tearing. Hundreds of turnings. First of the great damages to the land. They never change or grow.

But other things you ask. Of the volcano. Not common in our lands. But sent runners to Wanderkin. Will have more information later. For now they say some form fast. Some form slow. But not many made fast in the great lands. Mostly slow. They say like this happened once since world tearing. After other kin delve into the deep bones and start tearing apart. Their colony destroyed by great volcano. We don't destroy. Nor do Funguskin.]

A lot of information, and apparently not all of it.

[Wanderkin will come find you with more when they speak to one who knows mountains best.]

[in_extremis]

Maybe Tony should have been writing, because he was left in some shock, and not sure he was properly absorbing the information. These tunnels might have been some of the first systems built by whoever was playing these sadistic games with them, and they were willing to scorch earth to protect them.

Maybe it was a good thing Tony was stupid now. He had clearly done enough damage.

He had to say something eventually, and came up with, "Thank you," and started to tap a 'sorry' as well and thought maybe that wasn't worth anything.

[trpmods]

Well, it's probably a matter of scale, right? Was Tony messing with the place enough to inspire damage? Or perhaps his actions really had led to that particular volcano.

[Glad to give. Should give to Hive too. Ask if need more?]

[in_extremis]

There was definitely going to be more, and Tony was nodding before he realized he should probably answer with a tapping by his hip again, "Yes. I will find you. You, too. Ask if you need...more." He still hadn't really figured out what he could offer them, and his debts were really mounting. Right now, he had to go relate to Donnie what he had found out, and try to settle that account, too.

[trpmods]

[Good. Am told to remind to eat and be safe. Do these things.]

Then the Barry was darting off once again.