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Tommy Shepard ([personal profile] doubled_speed) wrote in [community profile] 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.
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@ pool side

[personal profile] geomagnetically 2020-03-23 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Lorna is not about to ask for his ID on that drink. For one, like she didn't ever have a drink younger than he is. Two, as if alcohol stays in him long at all.

"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?"
out_of_order: (wuh-oh)

The Feedening...

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-24 07:27 am (UTC)(link)
What does one do when suddenly you have choices? There's just so many places to eat and even more things to decide on food that Cal more or less finds himself at a loss. He's stuck to smaller, simpler establishments at first, but tonight, he'd decided to go out on a limb and actually try a restaurant.

Even BD-1 seems more eager to go than he does, and the little droid doesn't even eat! But it's a small comfort, and Cal figures it's silly to be intimidated by food, so with his buddy riding on his back, the padawan steps into a random place.

He finds himself saved the trouble of asking for a table when he hears a familiar voice call out. Turning, Cal looks towards the other teenager, his smile faltering for a moment as he blinks at the spread before the speedster.

"...wow. Is this a special occasion or...?"
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[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-24 08:49 pm (UTC)(link)
That just makes Cal arch an eyebrow at him, but he's certain he'd heard right. "Uh...sure?" He steps over, pausing. "Although I think I'll pass on the...calamari?" It sounds much too close to a known sentient species for his liking.

He takes a seat, looking at everything with some amazement. "You must have quite the appetite," he observes. His little droid hops off of his shoulder and onto the edge of the table, his movements birdlike as he peered at the plates both empty and yet full, beeping curiously.
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[personal profile] geomagnetically 2020-03-25 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
She's a helper, yep.

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.
out_of_order: (heard that before)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 02:03 am (UTC)(link)
"A speedster?" It's not a term he's heard of, and certainly not a species he knows. The metabolism problem makes a little more sense when taking in all the empty plates, however. With Tommy saying he's prone to starving, Cal's hesitant to try a dish, but then Tommy had offered.

He looks at the food nearest him, edging one that looks like a thin piece of steak closer. BD-1 navigates between the plates like they're a maze, pausing closer to Tommy's end of the table before helpfully nudging another yet-full plate over towards the speedster.
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[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
A mutant? The way Tommy says it makes it sound like that itself is a species, and the rest of the explanation is simple enough. "Oh yeah? The metabolism problem makes more sense now," Cal says.

The droid wiggles like a pleased puppy, beep-trilling a greeting. Cal laughs. "That's BeeDee-One. He says he thought the colors looked interesting." Not sure how that would dictate how good the food would actually be, but he can't argue that it looks interesting.
out_of_order: (sass)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 03:01 am (UTC)(link)
BD-1 borbles an affirmative, then tilts his head before giving his best binary approximation of Tommy's name, which...isn't exactly Tommy's name so much as a nickname. He obliges in repeating it as many times as requested, both normal and fast.

Cal laughs. "Names can be tricky. I guess he's decided Speedy's close enough."

The droid boops, looking between Cal and Tommy before hopping a little with another sound of confirmation.

Picking at the plate he'd chosen, Cal chews thoughtfully, finding himself unintentionally comparing with Greez's cooking. His brows arch at Tommy then. "Wow. Yeah, I can see how that'd be a problem. Glownies..? Which ones are those?"
out_of_order: (wuh-oh)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 03:24 am (UTC)(link)
The droid almost sounds smug, being called smart. And then as both he and Cal watch food as good as vanish in front of Tommy, the two exchange a look.

"...whoa." Okay, that was impressive.

BD-1 looks at Cal's plate, that he'd barely dug into, beeping inquisitively. The padawan snorts. "No, I don't think I can compete with that," he chuckles.

The droid gives something of a shrug and then hops around plates before nudging another towards Tommy with a foot.
out_of_order: (sass)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"That sounds pretty amazing," Cal replies. "So does it take effort to not move at speed?"

BD-1 in the meantime has found a way to have some fun seeing food disappear ala Tommy. He's already looking around for the next thing he can push over. It's just getting a little trickier because of how many empty plates are in the way.

Cal grins when the droid looks over at him, and he pauses from eating to help stack some plates to the side. Just don't mind the fact that they float off by themselves to do it.
out_of_order: (heard that before)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Trilling a thanks at Cal, BD-1 resumes his plate pushing. Cal gets back to his food, nodding at Tommy.

"Assuming they're the same wherever you're from, you mean like...these creatures with shells, right?"
out_of_order: (don't answer big doors)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Cal frowns, but he nods. He can imagine how that is. He's even experienced it through the Force, whenever he let himself move through it, and the world around him nearly came to a stand-still. Except that was by choice, and more often than not, an advantage used in battle.

Now trying to imagine maintaining a constant focus to be able to sync with the world around you? That's something else. But maybe in a way it's not too different from how some Jedi attuned themselves to the Force.

"I can see how annoying that could be. That level of focus is pretty impressive though."
out_of_order: (sass)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 07:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Tilting his head, Cal sits up a bit, picking up an unused fork. BD-1 trots over to the edge of the table to watch as Cal obliges, just as curious as he is.

"Okay," the padawan says as he holds it out and then lets the fork go.
out_of_order: (sometimes I'm not being chased)

[personal profile] out_of_order 2020-03-26 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
The resulting prompts an honest laugh from Cal as he sees BD-1 decked out with forks. He glances around as he senses the confusion, still grinning as he looks back at his droid buddy, who hops back along the table, shaking his head off with a series of flat beeps.

"Point made," Cal chuckles.

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