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[Open] These Broken Pieces Of Life

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, Open
WHERE: Young Avengers HQ, The Diner, The Greenhouse, The Beach Cave Hot Springs
WHAT: Returning to Temba, Broken Down Home, Farming, Failing To Hide Emotional Pain.
WHEN: August 1st through 15th
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Another Ruined Home | Young Avengers HQ

Freedom. Sunlight. A sandwich made of greens and beautiful vegetables from the greenhouse. A meal that was doing nothing to make what was before him any better. Home, for the last several years... Broken.

"Fucking hell," he grumbled around his mouthful of baconroom wrap. "Because when it fucking rains..."

It fucking poured. The roof was busted open, the door fallen off, and he could already see through the opening that their shared living room space was fucked. And now Tommy had no choice but to hope that things would be fixable. That he could bring out the things that mattered until such time he could have his home and his life back.

"Fat chance that, with my luck."

II. Moving In Day | The Diner

It's only temporary, Tommy tells himself as he pushes into the Diner and puts the heavy box in his arms on the table. He's so tired after all of the work of cleaning the HQ out. Fuck, he just hadn't wanted to deal with that today.

"Tea," he decides, moving to the counter to fish out the kettle so he could fill it with water. Once he's got the thing full and his hand near it to start heating it, he looks to the door in the corner that he never really used. One of the two sets of stairs that led up into the apartment that was once Eli's. A space that hadn't been used in years.

"Home sweet home I guess. But damn, how am I supposed to get a new bed up the stairs? They're narrow!"

III. Whistle While You Work | The Greenhouse

Stressed? Frustrated by the turn of events? Need to feel accomplished in life? Have you ever considered Farming(tm)?!

Tommy groans at the voice running stupid infomercials in his head as he enters the greenhouse, grabs a basket with pruning sheers and gloves from the door, and looks around. The green, the smell of plants, the familiarity of this place... It's strangely soothing to Tommy. Like coming home. Perhaps it was, given no one had put as many years of care and attention into this place as he had.

And this? This was the place he remembers. Tommy immediately moves to the first area where he should have been harvesting already and sets into it. And he pauses only when he hears motion.

"Someone there?" he calls out, looking around. Strange. Not many people came here like he did.

IV. The Calm Is A Lie | Beach Caves Hot Spring

He didn't come here often. There was always the risk he'd turn the wrong way and end up in the crystal rich parts of the minds. Super charging his powers right now was not something Tommy was particularly keen on. It would only make all of this decidedly worse.

Caution was the watch word as he moved through the caves, hand on a wall, until he could hear the water and feel the heat. The springs. A place to soak sore muscles, and he'd been sore as hell since they'd headed underground. No amount of sauna could have helped with it. Now Tommy didn't hesitate for even a second to strip out of his clothes and slip into the almost too hot water.

"Fuck," he mumbled once he was settled into it. It felt so good. So freeing. So nice.

"Fuck," he repeated as he felt a sting in his eyes. It's just from the heat of the water. It's from how hot it is, turning his skin a little pinker. That's it. He's not crying. He's not crying.

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Good thing Tommy hadn't fully heard Donnie's words to his plants. Because he might joke about how these ones don't talk back. But there's the guy and he comes over to see what he's up to.

"Ah. The plants I don't remember getting put in. Guessing this is a project of yours or something?"

"They're supposed to be, anyway." Donnie pulls out his notebook and tablet, still sorely missing his phone as he flips through for the camera app.

"Dustin suggested that a lot of the plants in Temba aren't native to the planet, and that they're affected by the storms too. So the plan was to see if those changes can be identified and isolated." He makes a face. "But my control group is gone with the shuttles, and the specimens I had outside are mostly toast if not crushed," he sighs. The latter was the most important since they'd be directly exposed to the elements.

"...I brought some of them with me when we all went down, I just need to find a new place to plant them outside."

The suggestion from Dustin earns some thoughtful nodding from Tommy. That could be about right too.

"The soil," he says. "The issue is in the soil."

Because Dustin had theories, but Tommy, he had data. At least, he'd figured some stuff out over the years.

"The stuff in here can replace as the control. Soil here is clean. Anything I've planted here, native or otherwise, has no problems. Anything outside? Well, there was this whole thing last summer. Apparently a huge series of storms while we were off planet. Mutated the stuff in the cities. But only in the cities. So I'm sorry you lost the experimental group, but at least your new control is fine."

Donnie looked back down at the plants. He wouldn't say Dustin's info was theory but it was shared information from Tony, and he wasn't quite sure where Tony had gotten his info. The Funfronds?

"I heard something about that. The Funfronds apparently usually keep things in check with...spores or something, but I guess it got out of hand that time and they couldn't keep up."

"Yeah, I saw," Tommy agrees. "There are ways that you can tend to the plants out in the city to slow it. The Jedi Temple place had some stuff, and they took care of it. But it got bad after, you know, they stopped."

So yeah, things could get pretty bad.

"Hm." Donnie strokes his chin as he thinks. "I wonder just how quickly the reaction is though. I haven't yet experienced a storm so I don't know how often they come." But it'd be better to get his outdoor plants set up with time to make sure they were going to take and not be shocked by so much transplanting.

"That much I didn't measure, I must admit," he says, tilting his head thoughtfully. STill, he thinks that is a good thing to work out.

"The ones you're putting outside, how were you doing them? LIke, in the city or outside of it? Did you ask the little Mushroom people not to mess with them?"

"The last one was just within the city limits by one of the ruined buildings. I marked it off hoping they'd get the hint, but maybe I'll add a sign. They seem to understand pictographs at least," Donnie muses. "Or I could just ask someone to translate, I guess. Fascinating as the whole interpretive dance thing is, I'm not sure I want to hop another data point for it."

That's fair. Though he has to chuckle and imagine Donnie dancing. Yeah. that sounded awkward.

"Might be hard. That said, there's perks to it sometimes. One time I got comms just to yell at someone in giant red letters. You can't find it on the network, though. Deleted it. Apparently only comms people can do that."

Don't get him wrong; Donnie loves to dance! Just...not interpretively. Give him some 80s jam or techno though...

"That's pretty annoying. You'd think there'd at least be some overlap between engineering there." He huffs. "Anyway, I don't like the whole fact that an entire chunk of information can just vanish instantly between data point contact."

Really? 80s jams? Nah man, techno all the way. Makes more sense.

“Yeah, but it’s actually messing with our minds so it’s not that strange that this something we’re dealing with,” Tommy said with a shrug. “Maybe that’s just how I feel because psychics are common back home I guess.”

BUT 80s POP.

Donnie grimaces. "That's what's exactly wrong, the whole messing with our minds. Could do without it happening physically when there's already enough around making us question things in general."

He hates that even the facts he's thought he'd established might not exactly be well-grounded, the conversation he'd had with Tony in the Warrens still sitting heavily on his shoulders. The turtle pushes it away from his forethoughts with a snort.

"Physics are common, this whole brain-slash-information syphon thing is not."

Yes. But 80s Pop.

"It is pretty common if you're from a world with telepaths," Tommy says with a shrug. "Like, there are different things that are common in different places. This is just what's common here. Probably."

"...I'm glad I am in fact not from a world of telepaths in that case," Donnie notes dryly. He's already figuring his version of Earth is weirdly normal in comparison to Tommy's, and that's even from the perspective of a mutant turtle.

"You really should be. It's shitty. My only advantage is that apparently my brain is awkward for them?" Tommy says with a shrug.

The turtle quirks a brow at that. "Yeah? How so?"

"It's the speed. Because of my abilities, I think at a different speed than most people. And sure, telepaths thing faster than most people too, but I apparently do it in a way that can hurt the head?"

It makes them hard to find, hard to connect to without really intense focus. Which in turn limits the amount of things that telepaths can otherwise achieve.

"Ohhh that does...make sense, actually," Donnie muses, stroking his chin. "It's easy assuming it's just a physical matter, but if it's just speed in general, then of course it would include everything. You'd need the ability to process movements that fast, let alone have your brain relaying everything to keep up with the rest of you."

"Bingo," he says with a smile and a not. it's nice when someone gets it. That you need to think really fast to make sure you don't crash.

"Basically time is a whole relative thing for me, depending on how fast my brain is going."

"Huh." The turtle arches a brow. "So it's not working overtime twenty-four, seven? Just on a need-to-speed basis?" It's fascinating to think about, really. There's so many things going on on the other side of having super powers.

"I mean, if I don't pay attention I can slip into faster speeds," Tommy says with a shrug. "It's hard. It's like... Fuck. The best metaphor a guy I used to date had for it was like ADHD but worse."

There are plenty of super powers that just don't fit in with the construction of society that most people interface with.

"Oh. That's..." Donnie chews on his lower lip. "Yikes." He knows how hard it is to pay attention on a regular basis sometimes, so having to consistently be doing so? Gross.

Bingo.

"I do my best to balance it out. It's just something you have to learn to navigate."

Donnie arches a brow at him. "Well, in your case there's not much choice there," he notes dryly.

He looks back at his notes, doing some quick math before jotting down a day before noting his plant observations. "You ever just...let yourself go all out? See how fast you can really go?" he asks as he tucks his things away to get some water for the plants since he's there.

No, there isn't much of a choice. Literally zero choice. Though he laughs at the question.

"Yeah man, but it's been a few years. But doing it without a sonic boom can be hard so it's better not to mess with it in a place like this."

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