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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"I was. What happened is that we were attacked by Zarkon, the leader of the Galra who wanted to take the lions. It required so much of my strength to try and save my teammates that it would have killed me. In order to save me, the Black Lion essentially pulled my soul into it. I was alive, but I was stuck in the lion and unable to tell the others."

There is a long moment, at least Tommy long, where he's quite and processing all of that. At last he nods.

"Okay, we're getting drinks at the bar and you're explaining all this shit to me because it sounds like it's something I wanna hear. If that's cool?"

"Yeah, I think getting drinks at the bar is the best way to go through that because it is quite a long story. Let's do it."

So yeah, totally up to getting a drink and sharing his tragic origin story.

"Right. Hold on."

Tommy moves in a blur, gathering their baskets and setting them up on a tall chair he had acquired and put in this space. Just to keep them out of reach. Then he was by Shiro's side, dusting his hands off.

"Onward to me tasting stuff and not getting drunk."

Shiro "watched" as he quickly set everything aside. More like he watched everything vanish from where it had been and reappear somewhere else.

"Yeah let's do that. And no getting drunk. It will make it harder to understand the story."

"Dude," Tommy said, moving to sling an arm over Shiro's shoulder, "don't even worry about it. I can't get drunk. Metabolism's too fucked for it."

ANd by fucked he means amazing.

Shiro glanced over at Tommy as the other looped his arm around his shoulder. “Really? Not at all?” He smirked slightly. “I gotta say, that’s a good talent to have.”

Not that he was much a drinker and not usually to excess, but that was a good ability to have.

"Not at all," Tommy answered. "And it's not a talent. It's biology. And I hate it."

Tommy uses his strength to pull Shiro along with him.

"Hate that biology? I guess it does more than keep you from getting drunk then."

Shiro followed along with him at least so he didn't need to try too hard.

"It's a lot of things. I need to eat a lot. I can't get drunk even when I want to. Can't even get high," Tommy answered, frowning.

"Huh, well, I guess that all makes sense. I never really thought about it before. That would be very annoying, not being able to do something you want to and having to meet more because of it."

Like a hummingbird...

"Exactly," Tommy answered as he turned them toward the hotel. This was a lot of a thing to deal with. But he keeps moving.

"It's not something I've ever come across in my world. I mean, they say teenagers can eat constantly, but I guess that's the closest I've gotten." And he was still following along with him.

There it was. Tommy turns them to the down the main walkway toward the front door of the Tower. Now it's just a matter of up.

"It's not that I need to eat constantly. And I'm no Hobbit, you know? But my body starts losing muscle mass and definition faster if I'm not properly eating."

Which was to say he didn't even have the bulk now that he should.

"Hobbit?" He wasn't quite sure what that was but, "You don't look like one to me as far as I can tell."

But the explanation did help a little bit more. In a way... he understood what that meant even if it was a way that he had ever thought about before.

But he followed Tommy up to the front door of the Tower glancing up at it as they approached. "I'll follow you."

Come on man, surely you've seen the Lord of the Rings. Hasn't everyone?

"I could carry you up. It would be faster," Tommy pointed out. They could really test Shiro's tolerances.

He's been busy? Training for space didn't leave much free time.

"Works for me if you want to do that." It would definitely be a good chance to test this. Since there was that place that Tommy had been telling him about.

Well then, time to go. Tommy scoops Shiro up and moves. Most people wouldn't be able to run up a few flights of stairs at all. Tommy manages it before Shiro can blink. Then he's putting Shiro outside of the bar. "Shall we?"

That... will take some getting used to, suddenly finding himself in another place. Like teleporting. He didn't really feel the effect of it at least. Maybe it wasn't long enough for him?

"Yeah, we shall." And he'd lead the way into the bar.

Well, Shiro was definitely lucky if he hadn't felt it really. TOmmy shoves his hands into his pockets and trails after Shiro.

"Cayde runs this place but I understand it's sorta self serve."

"Then I guess we can just grab what we want." If Cayde had an issue, he could always talk to him later about it, but Cayde was pretty laid back from what he had noticed. "What do you want?"

"I'll take whatever looks or smells hardest," Tommy answered. NOt that he gets anything from it. He flops down onto a stool and smiled at Shiro.

"So, you ready for the talking bits now?"

"Sure thing." Shiro would indeed grab that for him as well as something maybe not so hard for him. Yes, he may have been part robot, but there was still enough of him that could get drunk.

"Yes, I think so." He sat down on the stool, passing Tommy his drink. "So you want to know how I was stuck in a robotic lion?"

"I really do," Tommy agreed with a wide smile. He raced behind the counter for glasses to pour into.

Shiro took the glass when it was brought over, probably more like instantaneously appeared to him. "We were fighting Zarkon: Keith, Lance, Hunk, Pidge, and I. In the midst of the battle... my physical body died. As it did, the Black Lion, which I was bonded to, pulled my spirit into its consciousness so that I was still there... but I couldn't leave and I couldn't speak to the other paladins. I could see everything that was going on, but I couldn't do anything about it."

He poured his drink and took a sip. "Now, I'm sure you are wondering how I got out, right?"

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