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revivalproject2023-08-13 09:51 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2023-08-13 09:51 pm
Connect This Space Between
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.
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.
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[How make thing? Never see.]
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[Not even close thing?] taps his fingers. Simultaneously to Donnie, he mumbles out of the corner of his mouth: "Okay, we're probably doing your plan. Just dumping the excess in a reservoir somewhere should work in the short-term."
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"So long as it doesn't become a problem for us later on is the main thing."
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What is it trying to explain? Perhaps that the only water they have access to is, perhaps, a cooling system? They had some trouble coming to terms with heating it after all. And if that was the case, then there likely wouldn't be a way to filter out anything but heat.
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"...Huh. Hold on," he murmurs, leaning forward slightly. "They mentioned a source - making things..."
A beat. Then Dustin's face creases, contorts, and drops into his non-communicating hand so he can groan into his palm.
"Oh for fuck's--of course. Liquid coolant," he says, like this should have been the most obvious conclusion to draw in the world. "That's the fresh water reservoir. It wouldn't need to be cleaned because it was never meant to be potable in the first place. We also wouldn't want to draw too much for personal use or else we'll overheat whatever system it's trying to cool - it's gotta get reused."
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Donnie looks back at the growing pool of water from the dripping ceiling, which has now spread beneath his feet entirely.
"Well, that still brings us back to square one," he points out.
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He mutters a few more things under his breath before it occurs to him that he has two captive audiences, and both of them probably need to be included on his thought processes. With a quick sigh, Dustin's communicating hand starts to tap again.
[Creek take back from lake to clean,] he says in a slow, deliberate shimmy of his fingers. [If make what in picture, you put?]
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They'd already established the important points. Donnie's pretty sure they're not going to be installing a proper filtration system any time soon, and with the latest information, he wonders that they should be concerned about a potentially precious resource being wasted. Maybe not a total waste if he just rolls around in the puddle but he's not that desperate for a swim. The temperature here is much more acceptable than it had been outside.
So while Dustin plays hand-dance with the Funfrond, Donnie takes his tablet and records it. Wow, it really does look like a bunch of nonsense, a miniature dance throwdown. If only he could supply music clips.
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How is funneling the water back into the system supposed to even help? It doesn't understand. Water needs animals and plants to clean it.
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Finding a workaround for how to describe boiling water is taxing enough, and now Dustin is having his attention stolen away by how...targeted Donnie's communicator is. He's starting to hover. Dustin looks over again, vaguely annoyed, then with a full double-take he finally realizes what's going on.
"--Hey. Hey!" His other hand whips out to slap the communicator away. "Fuckin'--cut it out!"
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Donnie easily avoids it as he steps back, ending the recording with a tap of a finger. "What! I am just taking visual notes for later study," he assures, not bothering to smother his gleeful expression.
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Out of the corner of his eye, he catches the Funfrond trying to dance something at him. Dustin halts, a look of pained exasperation knitting his eyebrows together, before he slumps back in front of the (probably very confused now) mushroom.
[...Repeat?]
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"I mean, even if it did, who would know unless they were very studious of people's hands?" he says as he walks around in the pooling water, tweaking the replay bar on his tablet to watch Dustin's hand wiggle back and forth. It's super silly.
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Oh, it will take that it will, and it's already taking one of its needles to draw ideas on the floor for how to do what Dustin desires. Already it's coming up with ways to work with its others to make what Dustin wants. What friend wants, friend gets.