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revivalproject2021-01-08 04:36 pm
doubled_speed) wrote in revivalproject2021-01-08 04:36 pm
[Open Log and Network] Chow Bell
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."
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."
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"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?"
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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."
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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."
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"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."
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"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.
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"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."
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"S'not bad though," Beck congratulates, gesturing with his spoon, "Definitely better than the gels."
"So...you got a name, or should I stick with Kid?"
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"Dude, chili gel isn't so bad once you warm it up. And the free protein is really good. And I'm Tommy. Call me kid again now that you know, I'll blow something of yours up."
He's too old to be kid.
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"Yeah? You want me to like the gels better than your cooking, or are you just that desperate to be contrary?" he counters with an amused look. "Tommy," he adds obligingly.
"I'm Beck. I don't have a whole lot for you to blow up, but I'll do my best to avoid it."
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"Good choice," Tommy says, sighing. And then he shakes his head. "I'm irritable. Haven't slept in a few days."
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"So what are you doing here?" Beck asks, gesturing about the diner, "Go get some rest. You look about one more missed sleep away from murdering with a glance. This place'll be fine, no one's going to break in and steal all the salad."
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"...Well, that's good to know. I will strive to avoid becoming your test subject."
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"At least the food is good, right?"
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