Othello Von Ryan (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
thepurpleone) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
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.
no subject
no subject
"Well, you could get into games where you don't have to DM here. Eddie does it."
And he'd probably be happy for more players.
no subject
no subject
"Alright then, let's get going for that."
no subject
He disembarks with more ease than when he'd gotten on for the ride, rested enough that he doesn't feel the need to use his tech-bō just yet. "I can make it from here if you have other things to do. I know plants aren't everyone's interest."
no subject
He's heavier, and she won't be able to do it.
"Not like I was in a rush. Come on, let's go see the plants."
no subject
Rolling back his shoulders, Donnie nods then and starts to pick his way across the ragged road.
no subject
Even if she doesn’t get how he’s not a child now. Weird stuff happens around aliens, clearly. Just accepting that and moving on she supposes. But she tucks her bike carefully out of the way and then starts after him.
no subject
"You kept me from freezing and you fed me so...I suppose that counts. As a note, if we ever go back to that planet, don't eat any random chocolate you find in the room."
He holds his arms out to keep himself balanced while he steps over some areas where the ground's pushed upwards.
no subject
"Your brother really freaked out at me about the whole thing, you know? Like I wasn't freaking out about it myself. But yeah, no random chocolate. Okay. I can do that."
That's, like, a basic rule isn't it? No random strange candy.
no subject
Never underestimate the weird things mutant teenagers will put in their mouths.
They finally come up to where the remnants of a building stand. Part of the walls look like they've simply vanished for how cleanly the top half has been removed, not at all matching the rest of the general damage nor the cracks from the quakes and the volcanic activity. Nestled within its ruins is Donnie's garden, plotted out neatly and with little pictograph signs directing as simply as possible for the Plantkin not to tamper with his specimens, and other signs written in simple english "DO NOT TOUCH OR I WILL HUNT YOU DOWN."
no subject
Because clearly there isn't a 'hot' one among them. It's something she's still amused over for herself when she sees the signs. Like, wow. Intense.
"Are you particularly good at hunting?"
no subject
Donnie shakes his head as he rolls his eyes, his back to Robin so she can't see the brief but fond smile that touches his face at that. Oh Leo. Never change.
He steps over some of the rubble that marked the previous perimeter of the building, having a quick look at everything before he starts with the row closest to him.
"Hm? Oh. Well, I have my ways."
no subject
"That's not a terrifying statement to hear from the turtle I babysat at all."
no subject
The smile Donnie flashes over at her is simultaneously reminiscent of the one he'd given her as a child and yet somehow deeply mischievous. She must have surely dodged a bullet, and only because he'd been too cold and scared to look for things to dismantle.
no subject
"That's scary, you know. THat look right there? You could use it as bear repellant."
no subject
And Robin, you haven't seen scary. Come back later when you see him cackling while revving up his chainsaw. "Bear repellent? Hah! Well good thing there aren't any bears in New York City- well, except for animatronic ones. Not that those stood a chance against us."
He moves onto another row, snapping a few photos with his tablet for later comparison, checking for any damage or signs of needing water.
no subject
"Ew, animatronics. They're creepy," Robin grumbles, shaking her head. Those were just creepy fucking things.
"You going to need a lot of time here? I want to make sure you get back safe too."
no subject
Donnie glances around as he goes down another row. "I told you could bounce if you've got other places to be. But things are looking pretty good actually. Give me a couple more minutes to get through and make sure."
no subject
"Yeah, I'll pass. Period."
But as for bouncing, she's going to watch over him. She already said she would.
"Yeah, take your time. Not like I'm up to much today."
no subject
"I don't need a babysitter," he teases as he goes through another row. "But thanks for hanging around." Just in case. It was always nicer having company anyway, even if the other person had no interest in what you were doing. Just like home.
no subject
"I don't want to babysit you. That's Steve's job. I'm just going to be concerned for an almost friend. That's allowed, right?"
So yes, she's going to hang around. He's hurt. And they're all in this together or something.