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Taking Care of Business
WHO: Donnie and you!
WHERE: NG-102
WHAT: Trying not to get too distracted from mission while most definitely getting too distracted
WHEN: Uh. Yes.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tagging preference
This is more like it. This is how space adventures start- panning into the expanse of some kind of sprawling conglomeration of structures hanging against the darkness of a star-pocked backdrop. Yes, Donnie is fully aware that they are here for Reasons, but this is the first chance he's ever gotten to go anywhere that resembled some sort of active alien civilization. A spaceport like that is just screaming new and interesting sorts of technology and culture just waiting to be explored.
Eager as he is, Donnie's also practical. While waiting for things to be cleared for them to disembark, he pulls up any information he can on the station, a directory, a map. There has to be some equivalent of a space extranet or something, or at the very least a local network to patch into. He knows better than to dive into some place that big without doing some research!
He's also quite aware that paying for things is going to be an issue. It's tough starting out from scratch, but he's always been the enterprising sort, and he's not about to let such foreign circumstances stop him from getting down to business. It'll just take some work.
I. Research & Development
The turtle teen spends the first couple of days getting a feel for things and looking for business opportunities. He figures he shouldn't stand out too much amidst an alien crowd, but he also knows that certain people can pick up on Tourist vibes and he's not about to let himself be a target. Having swapped to Communications for the occasion, he makes note of places that might be interested in hiring someone for repairs or upgrades and places he might be able to sell to. Copies of rare cult classic Earth movies? Foreign plants? Small but functionally useful gadgetry? Ka-ching.
In the days that follow, he's out making deals. Hopefully people don't think him underdressed for doing business but he still carries himself about as professionally as one can when they're just dressed in a purple hoodie. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and a backpack awkwardly set over the bulk of his hidden battle shell. If he sees someone from the ships, he makes a beeline towards them.
"Hey, you busy? Okay cool-" not waiting for a response, he passes the backpack over. "-here, hold this and whatever you do don't drop it."
II. Deployment
The best part about having money is being able to spend it. With what he hopes to be a sufficient amount of starting funds, Donnie sets out with the intent to shop. He has several lists, one for parts needed to repair the Agrii mess, one for Leobecause Donnie is a most benevolent brother, one for himself of course because what's the point of having money if you aren't going to buy yourself cool things? and another for general items that might prove useful for the inevitable return back to the isolated, ruined city.
...he doesn't want to really go back, not when they've been able to do all this.
Unfortunately it's difficult to haggle when there's a problem with communicating. Donnie's in a bit of a mood as he leaves one store, folding his arms tightly in front of him and his bag as he goes. He may not understand the language but he's pretty sure they were trying to overcharge him on his purchase, and so he'd left without it. Would it be weird if he switched data points and came back? Annoying, certainly. He sighs, starting down along towards where the repair shops are. Maybe putting in some hours fixing crap will make him feel better.
III. Roots
It's not stealing if it's junk, right? The spaceport may as well be its own city, and that has to mean it has its own salvage and trash lots. This is Donnie's normal means of acquiring most anything to tinker with back home, so it's second nature for him to track down where things are being dumped and go to scope things out.
The areas aren't the nicest places, but then that's no big surprise. Making sure to avoid security cameras, Donnie's elbow-deep in junk as soon as he finds a promising spot to dig through. Maybe you caught a glimpse of him sneaking out here. Maybe you were following the toughs that were meaning to have a nice secret exchange at an unsuspecting junk lot. Maybe you just got lost.
In any case, things might get hairy in a few minutes, and Donnie tends to get a little carried away with his scavenging.
WHERE: NG-102
WHAT: Trying not to get too distracted from mission while most definitely getting too distracted
WHEN: Uh. Yes.
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tagging preference
This is more like it. This is how space adventures start- panning into the expanse of some kind of sprawling conglomeration of structures hanging against the darkness of a star-pocked backdrop. Yes, Donnie is fully aware that they are here for Reasons, but this is the first chance he's ever gotten to go anywhere that resembled some sort of active alien civilization. A spaceport like that is just screaming new and interesting sorts of technology and culture just waiting to be explored.
Eager as he is, Donnie's also practical. While waiting for things to be cleared for them to disembark, he pulls up any information he can on the station, a directory, a map. There has to be some equivalent of a space extranet or something, or at the very least a local network to patch into. He knows better than to dive into some place that big without doing some research!
He's also quite aware that paying for things is going to be an issue. It's tough starting out from scratch, but he's always been the enterprising sort, and he's not about to let such foreign circumstances stop him from getting down to business. It'll just take some work.
I. Research & Development
The turtle teen spends the first couple of days getting a feel for things and looking for business opportunities. He figures he shouldn't stand out too much amidst an alien crowd, but he also knows that certain people can pick up on Tourist vibes and he's not about to let himself be a target. Having swapped to Communications for the occasion, he makes note of places that might be interested in hiring someone for repairs or upgrades and places he might be able to sell to. Copies of rare cult classic Earth movies? Foreign plants? Small but functionally useful gadgetry? Ka-ching.
In the days that follow, he's out making deals. Hopefully people don't think him underdressed for doing business but he still carries himself about as professionally as one can when they're just dressed in a purple hoodie. He has a bag slung over his shoulder and a backpack awkwardly set over the bulk of his hidden battle shell. If he sees someone from the ships, he makes a beeline towards them.
"Hey, you busy? Okay cool-" not waiting for a response, he passes the backpack over. "-here, hold this and whatever you do don't drop it."
II. Deployment
The best part about having money is being able to spend it. With what he hopes to be a sufficient amount of starting funds, Donnie sets out with the intent to shop. He has several lists, one for parts needed to repair the Agrii mess, one for Leo
...he doesn't want to really go back, not when they've been able to do all this.
Unfortunately it's difficult to haggle when there's a problem with communicating. Donnie's in a bit of a mood as he leaves one store, folding his arms tightly in front of him and his bag as he goes. He may not understand the language but he's pretty sure they were trying to overcharge him on his purchase, and so he'd left without it. Would it be weird if he switched data points and came back? Annoying, certainly. He sighs, starting down along towards where the repair shops are. Maybe putting in some hours fixing crap will make him feel better.
III. Roots
It's not stealing if it's junk, right? The spaceport may as well be its own city, and that has to mean it has its own salvage and trash lots. This is Donnie's normal means of acquiring most anything to tinker with back home, so it's second nature for him to track down where things are being dumped and go to scope things out.
The areas aren't the nicest places, but then that's no big surprise. Making sure to avoid security cameras, Donnie's elbow-deep in junk as soon as he finds a promising spot to dig through. Maybe you caught a glimpse of him sneaking out here. Maybe you were following the toughs that were meaning to have a nice secret exchange at an unsuspecting junk lot. Maybe you just got lost.
In any case, things might get hairy in a few minutes, and Donnie tends to get a little carried away with his scavenging.
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The waiter's off again once Leo's done and Donnie breathes out a small sigh. "Cool. Okay, that's out of the way, nothing left but to see how things taste and enjoy this maaaarvelous view."
finally made it back to this
He relaxes once they're left alone, too, letting his gaze wander back up. Man, he's always loved space through Jupiter Jim, but seeing it for himself is something entirely different. Not that he wants to get all sappy, but... it's beautiful. It'd be so cool to be an astronaut...
He looks back at Donnie after a second, smiling wide. "Let's get some pics!"
XD
"-ah yes, let us do," he says readily, grinning back at his brother before fishing out his phone again. "What would be the best angle- no, never mind, let's just take a bunch of different ones just to make sure we have everything covered."
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He shoots Donnie a grin. He has no bad sides.
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"Whatever," he snorts, but he's still grinning as he holds his phone out to angle it towards themselves. It doesn't take too long to get into things, and who knows how many shots they've taken by the time their appetizers arrive.
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“Phew! We’re going to fill up your camera storage at this rate,” says Leo once he’s flipped back down in his seat. The food actually looks good!
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"Haha, impossible," he says, feeling confident that he's kitted out his phone for maximum memory capacity. He thumbs through a few of the photos before switching back to camera mode so he can get a few shots of the food. "I'll go through them later, but for now? I'm glad we ordered more than one plate because my stomach is reminding me that I haven't eaten anything since.. um. Well I'm sure I ate something before I headed out today."
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“Seriously, Dee?” Dang it, he should have known. Mikey’s usually the one handling the “make sure Donnie actually eats something” job, and Leo hasn’t been thinking about it since he’s been here. “I don’t know how you stand walking around hungry.”
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It's typical for him to get distracted by tasks and being in a spaceport just begs for things to be done. Who has time to eat?? Although now that he does, he's not going to waste his breath with further unnecessary explanations as he starts by popping something into his mouth. Oh...oh this is going to ruin them.
"-okay but shut up and just take a bite of that one."
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Speaking of, they do look and smell really good…
“Okay, I will, but not because you’re telling me too!”
He takes a bite, and immediately forgets what he was mad about.
“Holy cow.”
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He waits and watches, smirking. "Right? Now I definitely have to wonder how good the rest of this is- and these are just appetizers, Leo."
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Too bad they can’t afford it…
“But we can barely afford this… If we want anything else we’d have to use the three finger discount.”
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He's tapping at the menu trying to do some rough math calculations on what they've already ordered, not that he knows exactly what Leo ordered to really get any really good estimates. With a woeful sigh, he resumes eating what they do have before them. Ugh, this is so good though...
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"Well, we did get a sale price on that tablet..."
He's just saying!
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"Okay, if we use the prices on the appetizers as a baseline... Which page is this for? Entrées or desserts? Or something else?" he asks as he nibbles on something else.
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He reaches over and gives the menu a swipe.
“…Okay, now we’re talking!” A pause, and then Leo makes a face. “Man, hope you didn’t want a steak, because that’s even more zeroes.”
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He drops his chin into a palm as Leo takes over the menu perusal. "Somehow I am not surprised. Guess we can pass on steak, not my go-to anyway."
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He goes over the entrees for a bit, before looking back up.
"Here's a pasta thing? Sounds pretty good, and it's not much more than the appetizers... I think."
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"Ooh, pasta could be good." He's going to have to trust Leo on the costs here. Alien numbers should not nearly be so difficult to figure out without a translator in your head! "Let's do it."
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His eyes travel down to the plates, and then he makes a face and quickly grabs for some of the appetizers before Donnie eats them all.
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As he speaks he's already walking his fingers over towards the last piece of one of the plates.
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Which he brandishes now with murderous intent.
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Donnie's eyes widen at that unmistakable position, mouth opening in a silent gasp. You would dare?, he'd say, except he knows his brother well enough that the answer goes without it being asked. So now it's a challenge, his hand tensing in preparation to see just who's quicker.
And of course it's right about then that the waiter starts to head back over to check on them.
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Leo is absolutely prepared to stab, but of course the waiter is on their way. They clear their throat as they get close, and Leo scrambles to look more calm and presentable.
“Can I get you anything else?” the waiter asks, and Leo has to take that moment to order the pasta.
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...which is why he is totally going to take the distraction as an opportunity to secure him that last morsel over there. Sorry, not sorry, but Leo can't possibly complain when he'd been giving him that look after Donnie had admitted having not eaten earlier.
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wrap up here?
*thumbsup*