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revivalproject2024-04-21 05:34 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2024-04-21 05:34 pm
Retry
WHO: Donnie and you...ie
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: R&R (Rest and Recuperation)
WHEN: Latter half of April
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag prefs!
It's like he's missing a whole chunk of time. It's an unsettling thing, only remembering last being on the Agrii ship, and then more or less finding yourself back on Temba. What did he miss? How long had he been out? Everything in between was fuzzy or non-existent. He vaguely remembers waking up in a strange bed and medical monitors beeping around him, but before he could fully panic, he'd found Leo there beside him. Snippets of things like that, of faces and voices that he can't even say for certain he hadn't just dreamed it all.
He's not sure how he'd gotten back, he doesn't remember the trip, or making the trek out to the farther end of the city where he and Sonic had staked claim to one of the warehouses. It's annoying and perhaps more than a little frightening, but the only reason he hasn't freaked out has been because Leo's always been nearby. Feeling weirdly weak and exhausted as he's been, Donnie was relieved enough to just leave things at that.
And that's how it's been for the first few days back. He can't remember the last time he'd felt so awful, but then this was largely different from recovering from a cold or (*shudder*) a case of rat flu. But eventually he gets to the point where he's tired of being stuck in bed and tries to actually do things.
I. Out of Alignment
Tired and still kind of weirdly detached from things as he's feeling, it doesn't keep Donnie away from trying to get back to work around the warehouse. He can't help but feel like something's missing though, and even though it should be blindingly obvious, that one detail just seems to be evading him, and thinking too hard starts to make his head hurt.
He doesn't seem terribly inclined to go out, and mostly he's relegated any activities to indoors, interspersed with periods where he just feels like sitting or zoning out somewhere. His main communicator's still a mess and its consistent inconsistency with notifications have started to give him a headache enough that he's opted to mute it and leave it to scream in silence on a countertop somewhere. At least he's programmed his new primary tablet to get forwarded actual correspondences from the main network, but Donnie hasn't been terribly inclined to check it of late.
There seems to be a lot that needs to be sorted through when it comes to acquisitions from the spaceport. Crates of salvage and boxes of tech-related purchases, and no small amount of clothes. At any other time Donnie would have been eager to dive into it all but right now every time he looks at it, it just seems incredibly overwhelming, so he ends up backing off. Everything feels that way, if he's being honest with himself. He feels like he's fallen behind somehow but he's not sure where to apply himself first to get things back into gear.
Maybe he just needs a breath of fresh air.
II. Plant Matters
In hindsight he's thankful he'd put some effort into setting up an automatic system for watering plants. Long before their space-venture, Donnie had converted an end of the lower level of the warehouse into a private greenhouse, knocking out the wall and installing large panes of glass in its place. It had all definitely been a process but ultimately worth it, and the natural light it let in during the lengthy daylight hours was a nice bonus. Inspecting the progress of the plants there is a relaxing enough duty, and plotting out where to add his new acquisitions isn't all too difficult. He hadn't gone overboard with those at the spaceport, not when he was already aware that many of the plants around Temba were already considered some sort of invasive species.
The plants he'd established outside of the warehouse are another matter. There are a few shelves with a variety of potted plants, and the ones that have weathered the winter climate have started to show their springtime colors. ...and then there are the suspiciously spiked, scarlet vines that have started to wind their way up a couple corners of the outside of the warehouse. But that had been Donnie's intention, a natural sort of security measure, and in the case of an E.V.E. (Extreme Vampire Emergency), a potential alternative for any new bloodsucking residents that might appear. (He wouldn't go so far as to say he was paranoid so much as that he just likes to be prepared.)
Donnie's outside doing some careful trimming just to make sure they don't get too out of hand. He remembers how the train station in Sh'Ka had looked, so he's keeping the vines to very concentrated lines instead of having too many branching out. Bloody walls are not a thing he wants to end up having to clean up, but thankfully the vines haven't spread too much and no berries have developed just yet.
III. Un-Forge-ttable (for Tony)
Eventually Donnie gets back into his projects. He can't not work on things for long, so he's finally tackled sorting through some of the things he'd gotten at the spaceport. A lot of the salvage he'd dug up hadn't been for specific ideas but there had been plenty of parts in decent shape, wiring and computer components, fuses and gears aside from a variety of other things. He'd taken things apart until his hand decided it didn't want to hold tools any longer, so now he's packed up the parts into a box to bring over to the Forge.
Tony's not the only one who builds things, true, but he's the first who naturally comes to mind, and it seems like it's been far too long since Donnie'd last interacted with the man. They'd worked on fixing things on the ship, hadn't they? But he can't be sure as to just how long ago that had been. Well, he's got parts that can likely find use by the man, and if he's not in then Donnie will just leave it there with a note.
IV. Re-what
Recovery sucks. Go figure after you've been stuck in bed for a couple of weeks (? who knows anymore), your body just doesn't feel the same way it used to. Is this how dad feels? Gross.
Donnie had never figured he'd ever catch up with sleep for the abnormal hours he'd been used to keeping, but he feels like recently he's made a pretty good effort in trying, and not at all intentional on his part. He just finds himself getting tired quicker, napping a lot more in between doing things. He hates it, so naturally he tries to push himself to get back to some normal levels of activity.
At least the weather's nice. He doesn't mind the random showers, but perhaps that's to be expected from a turtle. Now if only he didn't feel so winded heading out to the ruins where he'd set up one of his plant experiments. Or, you know, walking everywhere else. Maybe he should've brought his rocket boots, but his tech-bō comes in handy as a walking staff.
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: R&R (Rest and Recuperation)
WHEN: Latter half of April
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag prefs!
It's like he's missing a whole chunk of time. It's an unsettling thing, only remembering last being on the Agrii ship, and then more or less finding yourself back on Temba. What did he miss? How long had he been out? Everything in between was fuzzy or non-existent. He vaguely remembers waking up in a strange bed and medical monitors beeping around him, but before he could fully panic, he'd found Leo there beside him. Snippets of things like that, of faces and voices that he can't even say for certain he hadn't just dreamed it all.
He's not sure how he'd gotten back, he doesn't remember the trip, or making the trek out to the farther end of the city where he and Sonic had staked claim to one of the warehouses. It's annoying and perhaps more than a little frightening, but the only reason he hasn't freaked out has been because Leo's always been nearby. Feeling weirdly weak and exhausted as he's been, Donnie was relieved enough to just leave things at that.
And that's how it's been for the first few days back. He can't remember the last time he'd felt so awful, but then this was largely different from recovering from a cold or (*shudder*) a case of rat flu. But eventually he gets to the point where he's tired of being stuck in bed and tries to actually do things.
I. Out of Alignment
Tired and still kind of weirdly detached from things as he's feeling, it doesn't keep Donnie away from trying to get back to work around the warehouse. He can't help but feel like something's missing though, and even though it should be blindingly obvious, that one detail just seems to be evading him, and thinking too hard starts to make his head hurt.
He doesn't seem terribly inclined to go out, and mostly he's relegated any activities to indoors, interspersed with periods where he just feels like sitting or zoning out somewhere. His main communicator's still a mess and its consistent inconsistency with notifications have started to give him a headache enough that he's opted to mute it and leave it to scream in silence on a countertop somewhere. At least he's programmed his new primary tablet to get forwarded actual correspondences from the main network, but Donnie hasn't been terribly inclined to check it of late.
There seems to be a lot that needs to be sorted through when it comes to acquisitions from the spaceport. Crates of salvage and boxes of tech-related purchases, and no small amount of clothes. At any other time Donnie would have been eager to dive into it all but right now every time he looks at it, it just seems incredibly overwhelming, so he ends up backing off. Everything feels that way, if he's being honest with himself. He feels like he's fallen behind somehow but he's not sure where to apply himself first to get things back into gear.
Maybe he just needs a breath of fresh air.
II. Plant Matters
In hindsight he's thankful he'd put some effort into setting up an automatic system for watering plants. Long before their space-venture, Donnie had converted an end of the lower level of the warehouse into a private greenhouse, knocking out the wall and installing large panes of glass in its place. It had all definitely been a process but ultimately worth it, and the natural light it let in during the lengthy daylight hours was a nice bonus. Inspecting the progress of the plants there is a relaxing enough duty, and plotting out where to add his new acquisitions isn't all too difficult. He hadn't gone overboard with those at the spaceport, not when he was already aware that many of the plants around Temba were already considered some sort of invasive species.
The plants he'd established outside of the warehouse are another matter. There are a few shelves with a variety of potted plants, and the ones that have weathered the winter climate have started to show their springtime colors. ...and then there are the suspiciously spiked, scarlet vines that have started to wind their way up a couple corners of the outside of the warehouse. But that had been Donnie's intention, a natural sort of security measure, and in the case of an E.V.E. (Extreme Vampire Emergency), a potential alternative for any new bloodsucking residents that might appear. (He wouldn't go so far as to say he was paranoid so much as that he just likes to be prepared.)
Donnie's outside doing some careful trimming just to make sure they don't get too out of hand. He remembers how the train station in Sh'Ka had looked, so he's keeping the vines to very concentrated lines instead of having too many branching out. Bloody walls are not a thing he wants to end up having to clean up, but thankfully the vines haven't spread too much and no berries have developed just yet.
III. Un-Forge-ttable (for Tony)
Eventually Donnie gets back into his projects. He can't not work on things for long, so he's finally tackled sorting through some of the things he'd gotten at the spaceport. A lot of the salvage he'd dug up hadn't been for specific ideas but there had been plenty of parts in decent shape, wiring and computer components, fuses and gears aside from a variety of other things. He'd taken things apart until his hand decided it didn't want to hold tools any longer, so now he's packed up the parts into a box to bring over to the Forge.
Tony's not the only one who builds things, true, but he's the first who naturally comes to mind, and it seems like it's been far too long since Donnie'd last interacted with the man. They'd worked on fixing things on the ship, hadn't they? But he can't be sure as to just how long ago that had been. Well, he's got parts that can likely find use by the man, and if he's not in then Donnie will just leave it there with a note.
IV. Re-what
Recovery sucks. Go figure after you've been stuck in bed for a couple of weeks (? who knows anymore), your body just doesn't feel the same way it used to. Is this how dad feels? Gross.
Donnie had never figured he'd ever catch up with sleep for the abnormal hours he'd been used to keeping, but he feels like recently he's made a pretty good effort in trying, and not at all intentional on his part. He just finds himself getting tired quicker, napping a lot more in between doing things. He hates it, so naturally he tries to push himself to get back to some normal levels of activity.
At least the weather's nice. He doesn't mind the random showers, but perhaps that's to be expected from a turtle. Now if only he didn't feel so winded heading out to the ruins where he'd set up one of his plant experiments. Or, you know, walking everywhere else. Maybe he should've brought his rocket boots, but his tech-bō comes in handy as a walking staff.
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“So a big arcade is out? Figures.” They can’t have any nice things.
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Donnie drums his fingers against his arm. "...but I did find a couple of gaming consoles with built-in collections when we were at the spaceport." He lifts his head. "Hey... Maybe... We can just transfer some of them over. We'd just need to rehaul the old cabinets but we have games."
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“Uh, yeah, sure! It’s worth a try, right.” Leo gives him a light shoulder bump. “If anyone can figure it out, you can, egghead.”
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"...maybe just not right now."
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He rubs the back of his neck. “And, uh, no thanks. I think I’m retiring from this nerd stuff.”
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He tries not to look too disappointed at Leo's pass on helping out, shrugging it off with a forced sigh as he pushes himself to his feet. "Haha, yeah, what was I thinking," he laughs. "Anyway, I'm going to go check on the plants."
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He’s just not cut out for that stuff. That’s all it amounts to.
“Sure, enjoy your plants. Just don’t push yourself too hard, okay?”
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...but he gets it. Leo's the face guy. Donnie's the brains. He'll just have to do it himself. Like usual. ...eventually.
"I know, I know..." he says, at least not intending to be dismissive about it. He's well aware that he's not at 100 percent but he doesn't want to throw in the towel the moment he feels tired, either.
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