[Open Log and Network] Chow Bell

[doubled_speed]

WHO: Tommy Shepherd and You
WHERE: Network, The Diner
WHAT: Network Request, and Powers Slightly On the Fritz at Diner
WHEN: January
WARNINGS:

Network | Video

Well guys, seems I've fun into a little problem…

[The camera pans from where it started, on Tommy's face, to a table. Those familiar with the diner might recognize the kitchen of it if they've helped out there, either in Tommy's time or back with Eli Vanto was running the place. There's no denying the bit of chaos going on here, given the table he'd been using for prep was on the floor. In several pieces. Which a different angle of view of is soon available as Tommy curses off screen and the phone clearly falls. When it hits the ground it looks briefly at the table before falling flat, looking just up at the ceiling where there is clearly some… Is that stew sticking to the ceiling?]

Shit! Okay. Um, that's…

[He scoops up the device again and looks at it.]

Anyone willing to run by the Space Ikea and get me a new work table. And maybe help put it together? Oh, and some stools. And a bench. Uh… And some sleeping pills or something? If I don't get some proper rest soon, I'm worried I'm accidentally vibrate the building down. Which would be bad.

Thanks.

Sit On Your Hands | Open Log

Lunch.

Tommy sets out a selection of bowls for people to fill for themselves from a big pot of stew next to where he put down the larger bin of salad. Granted it didn't look much like salad given the 'greens' were actually faintly blue, but hey, he even put cumatoes and diced bacon mushrooms on it for flavor. Plus was it a meal without access to the side of meat Tommy had roasted up for people over a literal fire. Sure, it was slightly charred, but it was something.

Once it was all put down Tommy took a seat near the door and did something that he wasn't really happy with doing. Tommy tucked his hands under his arms and pinned them there, afraid to touch just about anything. Unfortunately his legs were bouncing as well, and the speed of it was making the table he was near start to vibrate as well.

That made Tommy curse and he freed his hands just long enough to pull his legs up to cross them under himself before tucking his hands away again.

"Dammit, David. If you were here you'd know what to do."

Comments

[Video]

[wearingthestars]

Are you okay? Do you need me to come take over for a while so you can sleep? What's going on?

[Billy looks concerned.]

[doubled_speed]

No B, I'm not okay.

[Tommy's hand comes up into his hair and a light in the background starts shaking. Fuck.]

Can't sleep at all. It's bad for my control.

[wearingthestars]

[Shit.]

I'm coming over there, okay? Hang on. How long's it been like this?

[doubled_speed]

Two, maybe three days?

[And he's losing it, B. There might be a reason he hasn't been home when Billy went to sleep or got up.]

[wearingthestars]

[It's not entirely unusual not to see Tommy around, or see him go to bed, he's got a whole different schedule, and tends to need less sleep. But Billy had no idea it had been so long.]

That's...not good. Is it can't sleep, can't stay asleep or...won't sleep?

[doubled_speed]

Can't. I try, man. I try. And it's not that I'm not tired. If I wasn't tired, I'd have control.

[wearingthestars]

Okay. We can work with that. I'll be there in a second, hang on.

[It's a little more than a second, but Tommy's probably used to waiting for his brother by now.]

You should have told me sooner. As both doctor and brother, I want to help.

Sit On Your Hands

[heeeyadora]

Catra was just about always there for meal time, sniffing at the stew and helping herself. She was rarely picky, though the 'leaves' she almost never touched after her first skeptical taste of them. Salad was not food.

But the char on the meat didn't seem to bother her any either, happily tearing away at it, and glancing curiously at Tommy.

"Why are you just-?" she gestured vaguely at him. Being all still like that. It was weird.

[doubled_speed]

"Amazingly handsome?" Tommy asks, unable to help the snark even as he tries his best not to vibrate too much.

He worked so hard to feed people, he doesn't want to put them off their food.

"The meat okay?"

[heeeyadora]

She snorts and rolls her eyes. "Yeah. So not my type. No the whole...sitting there. Since when do you do sitting still?"

Her sharp canines tear through the meat easily, and she nods. "Yeah, it's not bad. Tastes like meat." Catra doesn't have a whole lot to compare it to. Seems good enough to her.

[doubled_speed]

"It's fine, you're not mine either," Tommy shrugs. "Neko-girls never really did it for me."

Sorry, just friends Catra, and he has to say it in a rude way. His own powers on edge is driving him up the wall.

"Powers are sorta wonky. Don't wanna blow things up."

[heeeyadora]

"What's a Neko-girl?" she asks, ears tilting, "That better not be an insult."

She edges back a little from that threat with his follow up. "That's a thing you can do?"

[doubled_speed]

"It's not an insult. There's just a large portion of my world that would be huge fans of you," Tommy says.

Kinks, man. That's a thing.

"Got any sleeping pills?"

[itsamysterio]

Beck hadn't ventured inside the diner yet, but he opts to finally pay it a visit. He steps inside glancing at the kid seated by the door and offering a small wave of greeting before gesturing to the food.

"Can anyone help themselves, or is there some kind of barter system or-?" he asks, pausing at the way the table vibrates, head tilting, seeming to make the connection between that and Tommy's jumpy legs. "...You good?"

[doubled_speed]

"No barter. Just eat. That's how it's always worked," Tommy mumbled as he looked up at the guy.

Great, another one.

"Why do all mid-life crisis guys here have to look like they wanna be Tony? Geez. Go on, eat. I'll be fine. Probably."

[itsamysterio]

"First time," Beck explained.

He paused then, surprised by that blunt assessment, and unsure if he was annoyed by it, or impressed. He played ignorant fairly convincingly, arching a brow a little before repeating- "Tony? Who's that? Also, I mean- I'm 39. I'm sure that seems ancient to you, but mid-life crisis seems a bit unfair." There was a teasing glint to his eye.

"Probably. Right. Very reassuring."

[doubled_speed]

Really? 'Who's that'? Tommy rolls his eyes.

"You're really new if you don't know Stark yet. Don't worry, you will. And you'll envy his beard."

Because Tony's was clearly fuller. And better kept. Thirty-nine, though? Ouch. That's old. So damn old.

"Nah, mid-life sounds about right."

He still hasn't freed his hands or legs, and he's shaking a bit more.

"Listen, I'm not here to reassure you. Just to make sure people eat."

[itsamysterio]

He gives a blank look and shrugs. "Haven't heard of him. I'll be sure to keep that in mind though.

"Ouch. You're a real charmer, Kid, you know that?" He laughs, and takes the opportunity to fetch himself a bowl of stew, coming back to join Tommy at his table as though he'd been invited.

"So you made all this?" he asks casually, pointedly ignoring whatever struggle he's going through.

[doubled_speed]

"You will," Tommy answers with a shrug. Tony got involved with everyone.

"No one ever told me I had to be charming," Tommy shrugged a little.

But then there was the guy sitting down. What the fuck? Tommy wasn't aimming at friendly today. And the guy is insisting.

"Yeah. Helped grow the food too."

[Video]

[rage_on]

Dude, you okay? The heck's going on over there?

[doubled_speed]

I'm just no coordinated today!

[And it's punctuated by more falling sounds.]

The table broke.

[rage_on]

[Raphael winces.]

I'll say. And I thought I was the one that broke stuff.

How big a replacement you looking for? -never mind, I'll come over and size it up myself.

[doubled_speed]

Uh, sorry. Big enough? I do a lot of prep on that thing.

[Tommy just sighs.]

I'm sorry for the need for help.

[rage_on]

Pff. Why're you apologizing? It's fine. If you need help, you need help.

[doubled_speed]

[Because people never want to put up with people who need help.]

Might have messed up dinner.