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revivalproject2024-06-11 09:12 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in revivalproject2024-06-11 09:12 pm
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But They Shot At the Horizon
WHO: Donnie & Open!
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Weathering a Storm
WHEN: The day prior and then duration of the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag prefs!
I. Batten Down
The notification from Te Mi had practically flipped a switch, and all at once Donnie had dove straight into obsessive work mode. Leo would at least be familiar with it. A Storm with a capital 'S' was on the approach, and while he had no idea how much time they even had before it actually came around, the fact of the matter was that they at least had time.
He ignored the heat, setting to work, not about to waste an opportunity. Once again they'd be on their own so he had to prepare. In hindsight there was so much he probably could have tried to set up while they were yet in space, more problems, more equipment to be made, programs to be coded- it'd all have to wait. He wasn't about to get sidetracked now.
He worked feverishly in his workshop, digging through the scattered assortment of salvage and parts he'd purchased back at the spaceport, regretting putting off properly sorting them. Given the properties of these particular Storms he wasn't sure how well a radiosonde would fair and they didn't even know what range the effects would begin, but this was a rare opportunity and he was going to make the most of it, cramming as many methods he could possibly get together to measure the effects of the coming Storm as he could. This included 'borrowing' one of Tony's crystal radios. If there was a weak point to be found in this storm, Donnie was determined to find it.
He wasn't trying to be very inconspicuous about the radio theft, nor any of his other tasks around the city square. But he was moving quickly, a turtle with a definite purpose, probably not advisable given the temperatures but he had better things to do than sit in the shade or do that thing with food. Hydration was on his list at least, but it was once again pushed back as he made his way from the Whale Comb Sent Her, two large canisters tucked one under each arm.
II. We Have Lift Off
Donnie stands at the top of the Security Tower, kind of regretting it as the sun continues to relentlessly try cooking everything beneath its rays. He squints up at the skies, deceptively clear, but he can't tell if that's something in the distance or just the heat getting to him.
Shaking his head, the turtle sets to work. The faster he can get this thing in the air, the faster he can peel off his battle shell and dunk himself...somewhere. Maybe someone has a bathtub he can borrow. "-focus," he tells himself. This isn't a vacation.
A. He spreads the large rubbery material out as well as he can on the roof before hooking things up to one of the big canisters, twisting the knob to get its contents flowing. It might not be readily identifiable but eventually the bulbous form begins to take shape and gain lift as it does so. Donnie swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, wishing the balloon would fill faster. He fumbles for his thermos, uncapping it to splash his face before he drains the rest of it. Unfortunately it ends up toppling off the top of the tower when he tries to set it down.
"A-aah, ohno LOOK OUT BELOW!"
B. By now the large weather balloon is unmistakable, or at least it's clear there's something going on up there and it isn't a certain warlord redecorating. The silvery lilac monstrosity (well what other color would it be?) dwarfs the turtle at its base. He checks the package that its tethered to, closes off the valve to the helium tank and makes sure everything's secured. No leaks, no breeze picking up, at least down here.
Donnie grins up at the thing somewhat maniacally. The heat may be getting to him but by Teisserenc, he's done it!! And now...there's only one thing to do.
He releases the carabiners anchoring the balloon to the roof, hopping to his feet and windmilling his arms just once to keep his balance before he gives out a whoop as the balloon rises.
"Fly!! Fly my pretty!!" he cackles.
III. Drowning in Memories
The only good thing about this is definitely the rain. The Storm's effectively obliterated whatever memory of the dreadful heat had lingered. Donnie has long since lost sight of the balloon, but that's to be expected, especially with a wall of clouds above and rain coming down so hard one can barely make anything out.
But the rainfall is patchy, downpouring one moment and fading to a sprinkle the next. Perhaps that's what Te Mi had meant by his strange descriptions. Maybe being outside isn't the best idea either way, but Donnie's still not done with his data gathering. For the moment he takes cover by the library entrance.
"Well, so much for analogue," he mutters, not seeming to mind at all that he's drenched as he squeezes the lever of some kind of self-charging flashlight. Or at least it's supposed to be, but for all the flexing of his fingers, the thing hasn't managed to hold any bit of power. "Can't say I'm surprised." He frowns, eyes skimming the skies for any sign of his balloon, a vain effort, he knows.
He tucks the flashlight away and looks out across the way before he steps away from his cover. The rain looks like it's let up a bit. Maybe he can get back to the warehouse before...
"Oh come on!" he sputters as the intensity of rainfall seems to pick up almost immediately.
((OOC: I haven't decided on a memory yet but I'm leaving it open to happen or if someone wants him to happen across one of theirs!))
WHERE: Temba
WHAT: Weathering a Storm
WHEN: The day prior and then duration of the Storm
WARNINGS: N/A
NOTES: Will match tag prefs!
I. Batten Down
The notification from Te Mi had practically flipped a switch, and all at once Donnie had dove straight into obsessive work mode. Leo would at least be familiar with it. A Storm with a capital 'S' was on the approach, and while he had no idea how much time they even had before it actually came around, the fact of the matter was that they at least had time.
He ignored the heat, setting to work, not about to waste an opportunity. Once again they'd be on their own so he had to prepare. In hindsight there was so much he probably could have tried to set up while they were yet in space, more problems, more equipment to be made, programs to be coded- it'd all have to wait. He wasn't about to get sidetracked now.
He worked feverishly in his workshop, digging through the scattered assortment of salvage and parts he'd purchased back at the spaceport, regretting putting off properly sorting them. Given the properties of these particular Storms he wasn't sure how well a radiosonde would fair and they didn't even know what range the effects would begin, but this was a rare opportunity and he was going to make the most of it, cramming as many methods he could possibly get together to measure the effects of the coming Storm as he could. This included 'borrowing' one of Tony's crystal radios. If there was a weak point to be found in this storm, Donnie was determined to find it.
He wasn't trying to be very inconspicuous about the radio theft, nor any of his other tasks around the city square. But he was moving quickly, a turtle with a definite purpose, probably not advisable given the temperatures but he had better things to do than sit in the shade or do that thing with food. Hydration was on his list at least, but it was once again pushed back as he made his way from the Whale Comb Sent Her, two large canisters tucked one under each arm.
II. We Have Lift Off
Donnie stands at the top of the Security Tower, kind of regretting it as the sun continues to relentlessly try cooking everything beneath its rays. He squints up at the skies, deceptively clear, but he can't tell if that's something in the distance or just the heat getting to him.
Shaking his head, the turtle sets to work. The faster he can get this thing in the air, the faster he can peel off his battle shell and dunk himself...somewhere. Maybe someone has a bathtub he can borrow. "-focus," he tells himself. This isn't a vacation.
A. He spreads the large rubbery material out as well as he can on the roof before hooking things up to one of the big canisters, twisting the knob to get its contents flowing. It might not be readily identifiable but eventually the bulbous form begins to take shape and gain lift as it does so. Donnie swipes the back of his hand across his forehead, wishing the balloon would fill faster. He fumbles for his thermos, uncapping it to splash his face before he drains the rest of it. Unfortunately it ends up toppling off the top of the tower when he tries to set it down.
"A-aah, ohno LOOK OUT BELOW!"
B. By now the large weather balloon is unmistakable, or at least it's clear there's something going on up there and it isn't a certain warlord redecorating. The silvery lilac monstrosity (well what other color would it be?) dwarfs the turtle at its base. He checks the package that its tethered to, closes off the valve to the helium tank and makes sure everything's secured. No leaks, no breeze picking up, at least down here.
Donnie grins up at the thing somewhat maniacally. The heat may be getting to him but by Teisserenc, he's done it!! And now...there's only one thing to do.
He releases the carabiners anchoring the balloon to the roof, hopping to his feet and windmilling his arms just once to keep his balance before he gives out a whoop as the balloon rises.
"Fly!! Fly my pretty!!" he cackles.
III. Drowning in Memories
The only good thing about this is definitely the rain. The Storm's effectively obliterated whatever memory of the dreadful heat had lingered. Donnie has long since lost sight of the balloon, but that's to be expected, especially with a wall of clouds above and rain coming down so hard one can barely make anything out.
But the rainfall is patchy, downpouring one moment and fading to a sprinkle the next. Perhaps that's what Te Mi had meant by his strange descriptions. Maybe being outside isn't the best idea either way, but Donnie's still not done with his data gathering. For the moment he takes cover by the library entrance.
"Well, so much for analogue," he mutters, not seeming to mind at all that he's drenched as he squeezes the lever of some kind of self-charging flashlight. Or at least it's supposed to be, but for all the flexing of his fingers, the thing hasn't managed to hold any bit of power. "Can't say I'm surprised." He frowns, eyes skimming the skies for any sign of his balloon, a vain effort, he knows.
He tucks the flashlight away and looks out across the way before he steps away from his cover. The rain looks like it's let up a bit. Maybe he can get back to the warehouse before...
"Oh come on!" he sputters as the intensity of rainfall seems to pick up almost immediately.
((OOC: I haven't decided on a memory yet but I'm leaving it open to happen or if someone wants him to happen across one of theirs!))
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"Is there a place where you and Leo have agreed to meet in an emergency?"
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Which means Leo's probably already out there somewhere. That's enough to spur him back into action, and without another word or waiting for Reeve, Donnie dashes past him and back out into the storm.
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"I wish you luck. Do not try-"
And the boy is already running off. Reeve sighs and starts his more measured pace back toward the hotel.