[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.

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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

[rage_on]

You say that like people are gonna starve if you take a break.

[doubled_speed]

[He doesn't know what else to do, Raph.]

I'm helping.

[He needs to help. People don't get how desperate he is to help.]

[rage_on]

[He reaches out to grab Tommy by the shoulders.]

Dude, you're not gonna help anyone if you run yourself ragged, you know? If you collapse or explode or something, then you're just gonna make people worry about how to fix you up instead. And that's not helping anyone. It's better if you take care of yourself and avoid that problem to begin with.

[doubled_speed]

[Problem was he didn't know how to make any of it better.]

Billy will scoop me off the floor when I pass out.

[rage_on]

You're missing the point.

[doubled_speed]

I miss a lot of things

[rage_on]

[Scowling, Raphael gives Tommy a slight shove as he releases the speedster's shoulders.]

That's how you're gonna be then? Fine. If all you're gonna focus on is the stuff you can't do then that's getting no one anywhere. It's hardly fair if you're wanting to help but you won't let anyone else do the same.

[The tattered ends of his bandanna mask whip after him as he turns sharply to storm back out of the kitchen and towards the diner's exit.]

[doubled_speed]

[How else is he going to be? But hey, at least Raph isn't leaving in peace. Up side? Okay, not an upside. But Tommy's there, between him and the door.]

I've been trying. For days. Running and blowing shit up and counting sheep. Everything I can think of. Collapsing is the best hope I've got at this point.

[rage_on]

[The turtle pulls up short when Tommy's suddenly in front of him.]

Okay, yeah- but forcing yourself to try doing crap like cooking just to get frustrated because everything's getting screwed up from not being able to focus? Makes real sense.

[doubled_speed]

I'm the one that can't focus.

[Wait, what if he's not.]

ARe you okay?

[rage_on]

That's exactly my point!

He blinks.]

-wha? Y-yeah, I'm fine.

[doubled_speed]

I don't know, it just seemed like you were... Upset too?

[rage_on]

Well yeah I'm upset! The only suggestions I can give just seem like they're bouncing off a wall and you don't really care about anything. Maybe it's the whole not being able to sleep thing, but with the way you're doing things right now I don't see how it'll help.

[He huffs, moving to step around Tommy.]

Now move it, I'm gonna go get your dumb table.

[doubled_speed]

[Tommy doesn't argue. That might be the best argument for how tired he is. He steps aside.]

Yeah.