revivalproject | What It All Comes Down To

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What It All Comes Down To

WHO: Tommy Shepherd, OTA
WHERE: Around Temba
WHAT: Coming Down From It All (Post House of Billy)
WHEN: The first week post event [Forward Dated]
WARNINGS: CW: Referenced sexual encounter in thread with Kyle, Referenced child abuse in thread with Kyle.

A. Keeping The Diners Supplied The Diner
"Delivery of fresh produce."

Tommy's tired. Perhaps that's why he's coming in later than normal with supplies for this meal shift. Perhaps that's why he looks frazzled and his hair is limp and he's not racing in with all speed. Clearly it's not the heavy crate loaded down with all sorts of foods from the green house, because that's never slowed him down before. But sleep after something like what they'd gone through was... Well, unlikely.

"The cyanana harvest is starting, so I'm thinking about trying to figure out how to make some sorta pudding out of it. That's a thing, right? Banana pudding or something."

He'd been enough out of it on entering that he didn't even know who it was he was talking to. Like hell he'd thought about how the kitchen help rotation was working now. Nor did he care. He was too tired from all his dreams to care.

B. Healing Power of Horticulture The Greenhouse
If there was one place that Tommy often found peace, it was the greenhouse. Today Tommy was trying his best to work there without getting too complicated with other people. For this he'd done the best thing he could do: working the mint wing. The advantage that came that the specific wing was sealed off from the rest of the greenhouse to keep it from spreading too much. Tommy moved slowly through it with a woven rush basket, humming quietly under his breath some German pop music he remembered from back home. While he moved he clipped little sprigs of mint to pass on to Glownies as a treat.

The advantage of the sealed area was that when the doors opened, Tommy knew someone was there. He could hear it. He turned to look at the door and frowned.

"Can I help you? I thought I was soloing the mint today."

C. The Solitary Island Closed to Aeon
It took a while for him to find her, but Tommy had wanted to have an excuse to get away, but he didn't want to be put into a position where his stupid brain could interrupt him. There had been someone interested after all, and so he'd raced through the city until he found her.

"Aeon," he said, offering a hand up for a high five. "You doing anything? Because if not, island time."

D. Wild Card
[Feel free to hit me up on Discord or Plurk to discuss places Tommy could get cornered. Or just have someone come to his actual home. Other options are to find him lazing by the fountain, on top of a tall building, or hiding out with the glownies which he normally does not visit.]

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"Yeah... the thing that is infuriating is that... the clone didn't realize he wasn't me, but it was doing everything wrong. Every rule for how someone should guide others to be a leader, it was sabotaging them, but still believed it was me."

Grumble, grumble, rant over.

"Keith eventually came back. Things came to a head and Keith and the clone fought and Keith was injured... the scar on his face was caused by the clone trying to kill him. The clone nearly died from the fight after Keith cut off its mechanical arm, but finally, they were able to hear me and learn what had happened so Allura used her powers to transfer my consciousness into the clone."

Huh, he'd wondered about the scar. That's a lot. An absolute lot of things that are going on. Tommy tilted his head and considered the whole thing.

"Back in my world, there's a lot of clone shit. But not drama like that."

"Really? A lot of clones? Why is that?"

Clones in his world seemed rather nefarious. Then again, he'd only seen one of them so...

"I don't know. It just happens. Hell, my friend back home? He died and was brought back to life because of mutant cloning tech. Weird shit."

They weren't always nefarious.

"Huh... It seemed to have been common with some of the Galra as well. Nothing like that had ever been done in my world. At least that we knew of."

"It's not really common back home either. When it happens people don't know what to do with it. It makes things complicated. ESpecially since I'm certain there is an island where it happens a lot."

How else could he explain the shit David had gone through?

"An island? There's an island where they are making clones?"

He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. That sounded suspicious...

"Yeah, Krakoa," Tommy answered. "It's... I'm a mutant, right? There used to be millions of us. Then there was less than two hundred. They're trying to fix that."

That's why there are clones.

"New bodies made for them, minds rejoined. Lives restored."

"Ah... so Krakoa is trying to restore the mutants? Interesting."

He was kind of curious why the number of mutants had dropped, but considering they were called 'mutants', he could suspect that it wasn't necessarily a good thing.

"They're trying to fix what they lost. A species nearly wiped out. They do it only for them," Tommy answered with a shrug. "I don't judge them."

David had gotten to live because of it. A lot of good people. "Sometimes clones aren't bad."

"I can understand that. Trying to help those who were lost. I can't blame them for that either."

He smiled faintly. "I'm sure they aren't. The witch just... she was not a good person."

Not a good person. Man that describes a lot of people.

"I'm sorry you went through that. But you were back with your friends, though."

"It was not an experience I will ever look back on fondly, but I survived. And I ended up with others as well. On the weird plus side to it, if it hadn't happened, I wouldn't have piloted the Black Lion, been to all of the places I went to... also I'm pretty sure whatever the Galra did to me oddly saved my life."

Saved his life, huh? Tommy offered a soft smile.

"And you're glad you went through all of that? Anything that happened to you?"

"I don't know honestly. That's a hard question. I mean, I wouldn't wish for what happened to myself and my exploration team. I wouldn't wish for my teammates to have to deal with the clone. And I lost..."

He trailed off, having started to say something, but stopped himself.

"But... there were some good times too after what happened. So... kind of a mixed bag."

"Life sure seems to offer mixed bags out a lot," Tommy observed before taking another drink. "For instance, chances are if my parents didn't sign me over to an evil government organization to experiment on my powers, and I don't know if they knew or not but I bet they did, I never would have met my brother or my team."

Shiro listened to that and nodded. "Yeah... just like that. Life is so rarely black and white. Something bad can lead to something good."

He smiled faintly at that. "I guess I'm still seeing how dying will work out for me."

"I don't know, you're pulling off black and white pretty well right now," Tommy teased, gesturing to how Shiro looked. Tommy would never have the confidence to pull off the binary. He needed his green.

"Don't call it to you too soon. I at least wouldn't want that to happen to you."

He chuckled slightly. "You didn't know me before. My hair was black except for this part." He nudged at the fluff of hair direct in front of his face. "That was white."

"Well, technically, I was physically dead when I was in the Black Lion."

Yeah, but he doesn't want to hear that a cool person was dead. So Tommy just mentally rushes past that point.

"Well, white is hot. Trust me. Gets all the girls. And guys."

Yeah probably a good idea. Shiro had a morbid sense of humor if allowed to stay on it. And talking about how was attractive was at least amusing.

“Is that so? I haven’t had the chance to find that out yet.”

"Oh yeah, big time attractive. All the girls and the guys at the club would be all over me all the time," Tommy answered, grinning stupidly and starting to gesture with wide, open sorts of energy. "Like 'damn Tommy do you match all the way' and that's definitely way too personal of a question so I didn't answer because a dude needs some mystery."

"I wouldn't really know... well, kind of I do. There was this thing that happened when the clone was there. They were doing this... show because Coran thought it was good idea. You know, make Voltron a star and try to unite people, but you know... people really fell for the clone... so I guess me as well. I don't know if that's really the same thing."

"It is," Tommy answered. "Like, the clone thought he was you, right? He acted like you in some ways. He cared about the people you cared about? In a way, it's like you were looking over them in two ways at once."

He hoped it was like that. That Shiro got to be there, protecting the ones he cared about.

"In some ways... yeah. At this point, the clone had driven Keith off so as far as I can tell it was behaving as I would have if I had been stuck with Coran and his Voltron show..."

It had been really weird now that he had vague memories of it.

"I guess so."

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