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revivalproject2020-03-22 08:43 pm
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2020-03-22 08:43 pm
The Vacation You Didn't Ask For
WHO: Tommy Shepherd, OTA for everyone, come spend time.
WHERE: Risa, pleasure planet to the Starfleet
WHAT: Tommy enjoying time around, eating his fill, all that
WHEN: During Risa Adventures, prior to second contact in their rooms.
WARNINGS: None
The Feedening
Advantage to being on a world that isn't Agrii whatever the fuck was the most simple and important thing. Food. All of it. All of the food and amazing and Tommy spends the morning at a table in a sidewalk cafe, enjoying hot and cold breakfast foods. And at a deli in the early afternoon enjoying a number of sandwiches and side. Then a few other shops where he had other small meals.
But mostly there's the restaurants at night. Where Tommy tries literally everything. Sea food, steaks, soups and stews. The guy even enjoys a Klingon restaurant, because why wouldn't he? And every time, everywhere Tommy goes, he's at a table covered with food with eyes of other patrons staring, shocked by how much food the young man is putting away. And, of course, if someone familiar comes by he grins and waves them over.
"Hey, I can spare a dish or two. Wanna join?"
Pool Side Drinks
Not that speedsters have much use for bodies of water when they can just run over the wet stuff, but Tommy finds a good bit of his early evening at the side of the pool. Clubs are nice and all, but he can just sit and watch people in skimpy clothes, and do it with a fancy little drink and it even had umbrellas in it. They had given him THREE, at his insistence. And a nice cut of fruit that he's never seen before but it is sweet AND spicy and he loves it.
Probably too young to be drinking, but like Tommy cares. Instead he smiles as he watches people, and when he sees someone he recognizes he raises his drink to them.
"Hey there. You should get one of these. The fruit is killer good. Wish we could take a plant of it back."
Secret Nerd in His Element
The one thing Tommy will NEVER admit is to his specific area of nerddom. The one, old, totally fucking horrible show that he totally never should have watched. But it had been a vulnerable time in his life, getting away from the Super Juvie. And the Young Avengers hideout had, apparently, the full boxed set of Star Trek. All of it. Even the terrible movies. And Tommy, in the course of living alone over the years and only needing, like, four hours of sleep a day, had watched them all. Multiple times. To the point of being able to quote favorite scenes, but not whole shows. So really, once they had ended up on Risa, he'd known where he was and been so eager to enjoy the place.
Which included interacting with the local culture, in this case, arguing with a Ferengi. Mostly because he had some serious qualms with their culture.
"Yes," he was saying, voice perfectly even as the Ferengi at the bar with him looked to be seething. "I do think women should be in business. In fact, I've met a few women who not only managed a business, but started it. Right from the ground up. And made themselves wealthy in a world that, like you, might not appreciate them. And the clothes. Damn, a lady in a nicely cut dress is sexier than woman without clothes."
The Ferengi has had enough, and momentarily lunges at Tommy, teeth bared. Looks like there might soon be a fight.
WHERE: Risa, pleasure planet to the Starfleet
WHAT: Tommy enjoying time around, eating his fill, all that
WHEN: During Risa Adventures, prior to second contact in their rooms.
WARNINGS: None
The Feedening
Advantage to being on a world that isn't Agrii whatever the fuck was the most simple and important thing. Food. All of it. All of the food and amazing and Tommy spends the morning at a table in a sidewalk cafe, enjoying hot and cold breakfast foods. And at a deli in the early afternoon enjoying a number of sandwiches and side. Then a few other shops where he had other small meals.
But mostly there's the restaurants at night. Where Tommy tries literally everything. Sea food, steaks, soups and stews. The guy even enjoys a Klingon restaurant, because why wouldn't he? And every time, everywhere Tommy goes, he's at a table covered with food with eyes of other patrons staring, shocked by how much food the young man is putting away. And, of course, if someone familiar comes by he grins and waves them over.
"Hey, I can spare a dish or two. Wanna join?"
Pool Side Drinks
Not that speedsters have much use for bodies of water when they can just run over the wet stuff, but Tommy finds a good bit of his early evening at the side of the pool. Clubs are nice and all, but he can just sit and watch people in skimpy clothes, and do it with a fancy little drink and it even had umbrellas in it. They had given him THREE, at his insistence. And a nice cut of fruit that he's never seen before but it is sweet AND spicy and he loves it.
Probably too young to be drinking, but like Tommy cares. Instead he smiles as he watches people, and when he sees someone he recognizes he raises his drink to them.
"Hey there. You should get one of these. The fruit is killer good. Wish we could take a plant of it back."
Secret Nerd in His Element
The one thing Tommy will NEVER admit is to his specific area of nerddom. The one, old, totally fucking horrible show that he totally never should have watched. But it had been a vulnerable time in his life, getting away from the Super Juvie. And the Young Avengers hideout had, apparently, the full boxed set of Star Trek. All of it. Even the terrible movies. And Tommy, in the course of living alone over the years and only needing, like, four hours of sleep a day, had watched them all. Multiple times. To the point of being able to quote favorite scenes, but not whole shows. So really, once they had ended up on Risa, he'd known where he was and been so eager to enjoy the place.
Which included interacting with the local culture, in this case, arguing with a Ferengi. Mostly because he had some serious qualms with their culture.
"Yes," he was saying, voice perfectly even as the Ferengi at the bar with him looked to be seething. "I do think women should be in business. In fact, I've met a few women who not only managed a business, but started it. Right from the ground up. And made themselves wealthy in a world that, like you, might not appreciate them. And the clothes. Damn, a lady in a nicely cut dress is sexier than woman without clothes."
The Ferengi has had enough, and momentarily lunges at Tommy, teeth bared. Looks like there might soon be a fight.
@ pool side
"You say that like I haven't already had three." She replies with a smile. Her empty hands indicate she hasn't gone for number four yet. "Are you collecting umbrellas like mardi gras beads?"
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“Seems like I am,” Tommy grins. He’s definitely managed through five already, and she’s not wrong to think that the alcohol is pretty useless against his body. The closest he’s ever been to drunk is a faint tipsy he got from downing a whole glass of moonshine in a second that Eli had given him during the storm. “And this way no one has to objectify themselves for the decoration.”
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She lets out a small laugh. "Now we just need to find you a Hawaiian print t-shirt and tacky boardshorts for the full aesthetic. Then you'll really start to get questions." Is this another example of why no one should listen to her a lot of the time? Perhaps.
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Because Tommy SO doesn't buy that Pietro has ANY sense of fashion. Ever. The guy is horrid.