Productivity

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Donnie and you!?!
WHERE: Around Temba and Sh'Ka
WHAT: Science, remodeling, and the usual tech-tinkering
WHEN: Early now
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tagging format!!


i. Flip It
A turtle's work is never done, but Donnie'd like to think he's been making progress. There's been some noise over in the area of the factories in the southern area of the city, one of which Donnie has been retrofitting to suit his and Sonic's (oh, who're we kidding, mostly his) needs. Giant rocket-powered hammers smashing out walls definitely makes noise, but he's gotten one portion opened up after figuring which side is exposed to the most sun during the long days. He's added in some extra support beams and cleaned up the edges just enough to make it look tastefully broken. Oh the things he does to make his own greenhouse, but once this part is done, the rest is considerably easy.

Today he's adding glass panes, big ones he's salvaged from other buildings. It's been some work but he's extra careful as he shoulders one into position. He's removed his battle shell for this delicate operation, not wanting to scratch it up with the metal. If he's not caught in the process, then he might be found tending to shelves just outside along another wall, filled with various potted plants (is that a blood vine...)


ii. Haul It
Wheels on uneven ground make for quite a racket, which Donnie is only too aware of as he rolls a table along the broken roads. He needs a replacement, seeing as how the Agrii kind of took his last one.

"Note to self, prioritize detachable rotors on battle shell with alternate surface attachment..." he grumbles as he tugs the thing, clattering along. Pushing it doesn't work quite so well for the way the wheels he'd slapped onto the thing just go every-which-way.


iii. Tech It
Whenever Donnie has Robotnik appointments in Sh'Ka, he always makes the most out of the trip since it takes so long to get to and from. After delivering his latest batch of experimental rechargeable batteries and any work he's assisting with at the tinkerer-doctor's place, the turtle teen's about the empty city.

Usually he's wherever there's power running somewhere, because that means there's some kind of equipment or machinery running. In this instance he's at the security station. The videos that play on the screens in there hadn't made much sense to him, quickly dismissed as some kind of weird nature program that Donnie had immediately lost interest in after thirty seconds. He's not here to watch stuff anyway! He's here to pillage!!! ...or at least figure out what's going on with the power here...


iv. Choose Your Own Adventure!
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Comments

[thepurpleone]

"It's not," Donnie confirms, stepping back now that watering's done for what needs to be watered. "Those spines will absorb your blood." Casual delivery, because that's completely natural for plants, right? Okay not really but Donnie still finds them fascinating. A perfect natural security defense if he can get them to grow enough.

"Yeah, pretty much. So if you're looking to start any gardening projects I'd direct you to the agriculture center."

[heavenlyhonour]

Angeal had no reason to distrust this person so it made him look at those spines again as their description hit his ears. "Definitely a plant to be wary of then."

Looking over at the other as he went on about the agriculture center, the Soldier nodded. "Is that where everyone starts?"

[thepurpleone]

"If you're into that sort of thing. Most likely you'd need the agriculture data point if you're really wanting to stick to the whole plant thing though," Donnie shrugs. "Most people shop around before picking an expertise though."

[heavenlyhonour]

He stopped and thought a moment. "I've heard about them, but I haven't picked one yet. Seems everyone gets to pick what works for them."

Angeal took another look around, impressed. "So it just comes natural to you? Or did you choose Agriculture?"

[thepurpleone]

"Or whatever they think might be needed more, I guess. Different mindsets. It's not like there's a rule or anything. It's still pretty inconvenient not being able to remember what you gained from one point if you swap for another, not to mention concerning having data automatically stuffed into your head and just as easily extracted."

And yet Donnie's swapped between several, but only when absolutely necessary, trying to keep it to a minimum.

"Oh, I've always loved botany. I um. Chose agriculture first though, yeah." Accidentally, really. "But it's mostly knowledge in identifying and potential uses, and the rest is pretty standard to figure out if you know plants. Guess it really comes in handy if you find anything unlisted in the database."

[heavenlyhonour]

"I hadn't realized that much about switching specialties." Angeal replied, putting his chin on his hand. That made no sense to him. If he chose one and then changed, he suddenly forgot all that he'd learned.

That was a pretty sobering report he'd just received.

But once Donnie started speaking again, Angeal made sure to listen. "That might come in pretty handy here in an unfamiliar world. But what you've done an amazing job with everything from the looks of things."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie shrugs, but he can't help but look a little proud of that. Okay, a lot of proud. He'll always eagerly eat up any adult approval, after all.

"Sure, you could learn stuff from touching suspicious spheres that manage inexplicable information uploads directly into your brain, but the best way to learn things and make it stick is to get your hands dirty."

[heavenlyhonour]

"Suspicious spheres." Angeal echoed softly with something of an light amused tone. Then he nodded. This kid seemed to know the real way to do things. "Nothing better than getting your hands dirty and getting in the dirt alright."

[thepurpleone]

"Just make sure to wash your hands afterwards, of course," Donnie adds. Good hygiene is important!

[heavenlyhonour]

"Of course." Angeal replied. He knew all too well the ideas of putting his plants in different pots and then having dirty hands when there was a report to be filled out (or several) sitting on his desk.