Taking Care of Business

[thepurpleone]

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 Leo because 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.

Comments

3.

[manofmanynames]

As it turns out, Fang is scavaging too. He's trying to dig through a mound of stuff as quietly as possible, looking for possible parts to fix their problem as well as parts to maybe start building a version of his precious Marvelous Queen hoverbike.

"This spot's taken!" he snaps without looking up. But then he thinks he catches sight of someone familiar and he looks up to see Donnie at the next mound over. "Oh, it's you." He smirks now. "Lookin' for a good deal too, eh?"

I

[doubled_speed]

Wait, dude, what? There'd Tommy been, talking animatedly with a synthetic life form that had learned English insanely fast and who could talk to Tommy at a reasonable speed, and then this. Donnie just showing up and thrusting a backpack into his hands. Seriously, it was almost suspicious what the kid was up to, like a purse snatcher thrusting their take into your hands to direct attention away from them as they fled.

Actually, it's Donatello. This is scarier. Especially with that 'don't drop it'. It could go boom.

So of course Tommy's cradling the thing carefully in one hand before his arm darts out to try and grab the turtle by the hoodie.

"Hold up kid," oh god he just called Donnie a kid, he's becoming one of those adults and he's not that old and fuck. "What's with this?"

1.

[buildingitsir]

York likes to think he blends in - but that's only thanks to his hoodie that he does. The only thing it doesn't cover is the eyes, the inhuman blue of them, but for the most part the aliens leave him alone. Thankfully.

It's when he's talking with one of them that could speak some English that it happens. Some other alien guy comes up to him to shove a backpack at him. The sudden weight of it almost knocks the android over, but with some footwork, he holds it up.

"Hey, what the fuck? Is this some weird sort of robbery? I'm not going to be apart of it——" and he tries to push the backpack into the hands of its original owner.

II

[faceguy]

Leo had given his list to his very benevolent brother and since then he's just been wandering around the spaceport, checking out the local culture and indulging in all the sights. After all, what's he going to do without any money? Try to earn some? How, by getting a job? No thanks!

The spaceport is super cool, though, and just exploring it has been a blast, even without much ability to buy anything. His communication skills might be more limited than normal, but thanks to the comms data point he's been getting along, making "friends" here and there as he goes (they all seem to be happy to be rid of him, how strange).

As he exits a shop ("Just looking~" he'd said to the shopkeep), he's surprised to see a familiar head and shell up ahead. Leo grins, hurrying into the path to catch up. He wants to see what Donnie's bought so far!

"Dee! Dee!" He jumps a little to see over the heads of the aliens between them. "Donatellooooo! Hey!"

[pursuitofcappiness]

No, Steve was coming to scavenge for junk parts too, because the people here... do not like him, and if he can't get anything to barter, then he'd like materials that he can make art with later.

But maybe they can help each other - whatever scrap Donnie doesn't want, Steve might, and vise versa. He holds up a transistor. It might even work. "You want this?"