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revivalproject2023-09-10 10:28 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2023-09-10 10:28 pm
And a Time to Every Purpose
WHO: Donnie-ma-tello and you
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Being a rebellious teen or something
WHEN: Mid to late Sept.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose format!
I. A Time to Plant
It had taken... a little longer than he'd wanted but Donnie's finally found a place to plant what flora samples he'd saved before the volcano evacuation. He's picked an area in the northwestern part of the city and spent some time pushing aside rubble and setting up a rough perimeter to mark the area off, a square of dirt roughly six feet length and width.
Finally he's ready to transplant things, and with the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, he does so. His right forearm is bandaged up and around his hand, which he frowns at once he realizes he'll have to get it changed out for all the dirt it's collected, but what can you do?
Another hole prepared, another plant eased in. He carefully gathers the dirt around it, patting it flat. When he hears someone's approach he tenses just a little, but the fact that it's day eases his guard, if just a tiny bit.
"You don't by any chance have the plant people on speed dial, do you?" he asks, though he hasn't looked up to see who it is.
II. A Time to Lose
With still no word about the shuttles, Donnie wonders that no one's gone to check. Then again, given everything that's been needed to be repaired and cleaned up, he supposes people have just been too busy.
He's prepared to be disappointed about the continued absence of the shuttles.
He is completely unprepared for an absent hangar.
"Wha-??"
The area's blank, the building... but if it had collapsed completely then it would have surely left more of a mess, wouldn't it have? So he's running up the road to where it is, or was, or should have been, and the closer he gets, the stranger it is. By the time he comes to the end of the road, which at a glance seems to stretch further along, the turtle's frowning. "Not gone..." he murmurs, brow furrowed as he brings up a hand before abruptly jerking back wide-eyed, with a jolt. Or perhaps from a jolt.
III. A Time to Cast Away Stones
He hadn't really found a space he actually wanted to claim as his own, and with the volcano and aftermath still fresh in his mind, he's a little hesitant to look. But if he wants to do more things, having his own workshop and lab is- in his mind- a necessity.
It's even harder with so many places leveled or more damaged, harder still to tell what's sturdy and what's compromised. Donnie pokes around some of the buildings in the northeastern sector of the city, eyeing the outsides before ducking into a doorway to inspect the inside.
IV. A Time to Break Down
At some point he gets tired of looking at broken buildings and decides to stick to his roots, slipping underground and into the sewer system. It'd probably be a good idea to see if the tremors had caused any damages. Well, new damages. It doesn't look like much upkeep has been done with things here, so Donnie tries to be extra careful as he makes his way along the darkened tunnels.
He's opted to wear the hoverboots Tony had gifted him, just in case there's any trouble spots. But he's lived in the sewers of New York City so he highly doubts this one has anything it can throw at him that he can't handle.
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Being a rebellious teen or something
WHEN: Mid to late Sept.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match pose format!
I. A Time to Plant
It had taken... a little longer than he'd wanted but Donnie's finally found a place to plant what flora samples he'd saved before the volcano evacuation. He's picked an area in the northwestern part of the city and spent some time pushing aside rubble and setting up a rough perimeter to mark the area off, a square of dirt roughly six feet length and width.
Finally he's ready to transplant things, and with the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up, he does so. His right forearm is bandaged up and around his hand, which he frowns at once he realizes he'll have to get it changed out for all the dirt it's collected, but what can you do?
Another hole prepared, another plant eased in. He carefully gathers the dirt around it, patting it flat. When he hears someone's approach he tenses just a little, but the fact that it's day eases his guard, if just a tiny bit.
"You don't by any chance have the plant people on speed dial, do you?" he asks, though he hasn't looked up to see who it is.
II. A Time to Lose
With still no word about the shuttles, Donnie wonders that no one's gone to check. Then again, given everything that's been needed to be repaired and cleaned up, he supposes people have just been too busy.
He's prepared to be disappointed about the continued absence of the shuttles.
He is completely unprepared for an absent hangar.
"Wha-??"
The area's blank, the building... but if it had collapsed completely then it would have surely left more of a mess, wouldn't it have? So he's running up the road to where it is, or was, or should have been, and the closer he gets, the stranger it is. By the time he comes to the end of the road, which at a glance seems to stretch further along, the turtle's frowning. "Not gone..." he murmurs, brow furrowed as he brings up a hand before abruptly jerking back wide-eyed, with a jolt. Or perhaps from a jolt.
III. A Time to Cast Away Stones
He hadn't really found a space he actually wanted to claim as his own, and with the volcano and aftermath still fresh in his mind, he's a little hesitant to look. But if he wants to do more things, having his own workshop and lab is- in his mind- a necessity.
It's even harder with so many places leveled or more damaged, harder still to tell what's sturdy and what's compromised. Donnie pokes around some of the buildings in the northeastern sector of the city, eyeing the outsides before ducking into a doorway to inspect the inside.
IV. A Time to Break Down
At some point he gets tired of looking at broken buildings and decides to stick to his roots, slipping underground and into the sewer system. It'd probably be a good idea to see if the tremors had caused any damages. Well, new damages. It doesn't look like much upkeep has been done with things here, so Donnie tries to be extra careful as he makes his way along the darkened tunnels.
He's opted to wear the hoverboots Tony had gifted him, just in case there's any trouble spots. But he's lived in the sewers of New York City so he highly doubts this one has anything it can throw at him that he can't handle.
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Before too long they reach the theater. Once they arrive, Sonic makes a big sweeping gesture with his arms.
"Aaaaand, here we are! Creepy, right?"
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The holofigures don't look at all like the Agrii, but then this city wasn't built to the taller scale of the pink, multi-armed aliens.
"That'd be freaky to come across at night, right?" he says as he starts closer towards the stage area.
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Having only caught a couple minutes of it himself, he has no idea what said play is about. He's pretty sure that's what's going on, though.
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"Hm. Not quite what I need but good to note."
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"So, Scrungus just invented the lightbulb, but his husband Flubulator is having an afair with the guy who invented the telephone. Or maybe it's not an affair, but the dialogue sure makes it seem that way. Also I guess there's a war about to start?"
He doesn't know, man, he'd have to watch the whole thing.
"So, what exactly are you needing hologram projectors for, anyway?"
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"Oh, well I normally have this sweet computer I wear on my arm that can project a holoscreen but I'm going to need something more compact than these things, not to mention interactivity-capable." He sighs. "I'll probably have to work something out from scratch."
He gets up, dusting off his kneepads before casting one more look at the...play?
"As fascinating as it might potentially be, the language barrier does pose a problem and I don't think you'd wanna sit here and translate for me. Well, on to the next stop?"
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He's sure about the lightbulb part, at least.
Blah blah computer stuff. He's not uninterested, but there's robots! Maybe they need punchin'!
"Right! It waaaas... that way! The real big fancy place!"
Come along, Donnie! Sonic will lead you to ADVENTURE! Or whatever.
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The turtle grins, pointing then. "Lead the way!"
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Sonic flashes a double thumbs up and takes off, leading the way to Bot Palace (that's what he calls it fight me). It's filthy with ash just like everywhere else here, but maybe the little robots have been cleaning the place up?
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Donnie's even more eager to go see the robots so he even uses the boosters on his boots a bit to help speed up their progress. Hopefully the ash they kick up will settle or something by the time they have to head back that way.
Sure enough there are cleared paths and neatly trimmed hedges. It's kind of weird in contrast with everything else still in varying stages of abandonment. Donnie glances at Sonic and then moves towards the most obvious doorway, pausing to note the lines clear of ash that suggested the consistent passing of something or another. Too linear. Definitely programmed paths.
"Wonder what this place was even used for and why Temba doesn't have one..." he ponders aloud as they step inside.
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Who knows how long the robutts have been in here keeping the place clean and stuff?Ughhhh, Sonic wished his detective buddies were here. The Chaotix could figure this out no problem!
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Donnie starts following one of the robots as it goes along its path down the hall.
"Clues would be good, although I'm not sure what all we'd be looking for." Or you know, you could just look at the rooms Donnie, instead of the robots cleaning them.