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revivalproject2024-05-10 11:23 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2024-05-10 11:23 pm
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[Log/He Row Come You Knee Cay Shun] - Is This the Finger or Just Another Fist?
The first hint that something was amiss was a missed network ping. Donnie hadn't noticed the status alert, so set on the tasks he'd assigned himself the moment he'd come back from his supply run. At least Robotnik's bots were relatively hardy and the monitoring network he'd established was still running, but there still needed to be some proper maintenance. And a design re-haul while Donnie was at it. Robot-monkeys and giant caterpillar bots? Really? How were those supposed to blend in??
It was some time before he finally checked as another status alert came up. He'd installed a monitor on the train after he'd stripped down one of Robotnik's bots for something more compact, serving as a mobile signal boost and a way to keep track of who all came and left Temba by that method. Donnie stared hard at the image oh his holoscreen once he pulled up the live feed, unsure at first as to what he was looking at.
The train had stopped outside of the city and something was blocking its path, but he could only make out so much of it from his limited perspective. Uncertainty twisted in his gut as he dug out his secondary communicator, only tightening as he finally noticed the signal status. Not that it stopped him from trying.
[ Hey Leo, everything all right over there? ]
He hesitated before pulling up another name, even though he already knew what the result was likely going to be.
[ ...Tony? Hello? ]
"....." This can't be happening. "Breathe Donnie, just breathe..." Maybe...maybe it's just a hiccup in a faulty network. That didn't explain the strange barrier the train had come upon, and as Donnie attempts and subsequently fails to patch into any of Stark's cameras, that unsettled feeling only claws at him anew, growing once the train finally becomes active again, only to retrace its way back to Sh'ka, giving him a better glimpse of the ominous dome that was settled over the other city.
[HE ROW COME YOU KNEE CAY SHUN]
Te Mi? Anyone? What's going on in Temba? I- I've lost contact. Can you see anything? What's happened? That's... Isn't that your shielding? There's not another storm, is there?
Functioning (A few days into things)
Anxiety pushes him into overdrive, which isn't great when he's maybe eighty percent recovered at best, not that Donatello Hamato knows how to ever really take it easy. He doesn't like being unable to do anything, especially when his brother's on the other end of it and he has absolutely no idea what's happening in Temba. It's not exactly reassuring to think that it's highly likely no one's dead because then where would the entertainment go? Oh, but you can still be entertaining and slightly maimed, can't you? Haha, what a morbid thought! He shouldn't be grinning at it. Maybe he needs to take a break.
But taking a break means letting all those other thoughts come to the surface while his work brain takes a spot on the backburner and he can't have that. Working on tech is methodical, taking things apart is therapeutic. Putting things together is exercising what control he can over a situation when everything else is spiraling. Donnie's shrunk his world into such a tight focus, fueled by his work drive and a steadily brewing coffee pot.
The mind might be willing but the rest of his body still knows its limits. He's eventually forced to tune back into the rest of the world when his hand refuses to grasp the welding torch, his fingers alternating between numbness and pins and needles around a wrench, and it's only because he'd like to keep being able to use his hand that he relinquishes the tools and steps away from the workbench.
He has to hand it to the Eggman; the doctor had chosen a prime location for his base of operations, fairly secluded from the rest of the city but within an optimal distance from the power plant. Of course that just means that it's a good walk anywhere else, and one cannot subsist on coffee and space granola bars alone.
How long has it been? He hadn't kept too much track, but then it's normal for him to lose track of the time when he's completely immersed himself in his work. He's pretty sure he's forgotten to sleep, another normal thing for him, but that also usually includes forgetting to eat and he's unfortunately feeling it now. Right. Knew he'd forgotten something back on the shuttle but with everything else happening, he'd completely neglected to go back for what normal people would consider important. The distance to travel between the hangar and his current location makes the trek an even less appealing thing, but Donnie supposes he needs to eat.
As soon as he's made his way to the main roads, he makes use of his flight shell, zipping along through the city. Flying makes things so much easier, and since he doesn't have to worry about walking, he can cut right across. At least it's a little clearer towards the middle of the city so a flying turtle is easier to spot in the air.
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That's troubling. Something's overridden the train and the shuttle as well, so getting back into Temba is impossible.
Can...you let me know if anything changes? Please.
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Will keep all eyes open for you.
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[Wishful thinking, Donnie knows there's a lot of complications on that matter alone even if they did have more control of the shuttles. And then what was he supposed to do once he got there?]
...could I walk back..? [He murmurs under his breath, thinking aloud.]
-thanks. Te Mi. Appreciate it.
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Please no walk. Is very long go for walk. Even speed man need long time.
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Because of course nothing can be simple around here.
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I do good?
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