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metalogs2022-03-28 11:41 am
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OPEN | Paint Yourself A New Life
Who: David Alleyne helpdesk_hero, Mina Ashido pinkxeno, Harry Osborn nepotis, Bucky Barnes sinistral
What: David Has Many Meetings (Including Open Post)
When: [Forward Dated] April 1st through 5th
Where: Excelsior - Guild Housing #1, Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee,
Content Warnings: Only in Thread Labeled V - Seeking Comfort: discussion of murder of children, attempted suicide, David's death, hate crimes
I. A Home Of Clashing Styles | Closed to Mina Ashido | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
David had been living in the guild apartment for a month now, or just a shade over, and all that time he'd been holding his tongue. Beyond introducing himself to Mina when he'd first moved in at the start of March, he had not engaged with the young woman much, and definitely didn't stay long in the public spaces of their shared home. How could he when he was faced with the absolute disaster of the appearance? A living room painted electric green with zebra stripes? Horrid. A kitchen filled with insanely colorful and not always matching touches and appliances? Oh god. Even the small touches of decoration in the public spaces made David try not to wince.
Honestly, he hadn't even invited his boyfriend over because of the state of things. Most days he just came home from work or other things, walked in the door, visibly winced, and went right to his room or attached lab. But today, as he came back from the office in full business wear, vest and long sleeve shirt and tie and all of that. And walking in like that, with his back pack and a bag of groceries for him to cook dinner, he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Just... do it like an adult," he told himself before lifting his voice, hoping it would carry to wherever his housemate was.
"Mina, can we talk for a moment?"
II. Looking At The Moving Pieces | Closed to Bucky | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
The weekend. David made a hard and fast rule to not go into the office on weekends, which made it the perfect sort of time for outside consultations. Today was one of those instances. After a previously successful first meeting with one Bucky Barnes (because of course David had recognized the man for who he had to be) back in March, today was going to be the first full check over, for the two of them to determine if David would be a good emergency tech for the man.
David waited in the living room for the knock at the door, knowing he'd have to let the former Winter Soldier choose his own pace at being comfortable with his arrival. What what little first hand knowledge that had been shared with him by people back home, he imagined the man would be... nervous. But David couldn't be certain. He'd met people from other versions of his world, and they didn't always line up personality wise.
But he was going to do his best to support the guy, and try and hide that he might have pre-formed opinions based on a whole other man. So he kept himself quiet and patient until he heard the knock at the door. David rose quickly and moved to it, opening the door to meet the other man.
"Mister Barnes, good afternoon. Come on in. Would you like any refreshments before I guide you back to my work room?"
He had no intention of calling it a lab. Not with a man no doubt tormented by his universe's Hydra.
III. The Coffee Conundrum | Closed to Harry Osborn | Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee
Coffee. It was something that mattered to David, quite a bit actually. Caffeine was part of his diet, perhaps more than it should be. And, until he had the money to properly kit his kitchen out with a good brewing set up, David found a local coffee shop to indulge his needs. The world had blessed him with a great coffee shop between the apartment and his office, and it was here that David appeared multiple times a day. A quick stop in first thing for a coffee on the way to work, a trip in the evening for a cup to take home, and of course this, his lunch break.
David was currently settled in the cafe as he was most afternoons, in a table near a wall that normally wasn't the most desirable area of the care. His back was to the wall, and in front of him on the smaller table was a laptop. The other chair at the table was taken up by a back pack, and taking up the rest of the room on the table was another laptop, sitting closed, which was a weird thing, unless one knew David. Truth was the two laptops were interfaced, and he was using his technopathy to boost the processing of the one he was currently working on.
Thing was most days David did this, and it wasn't a problem. But today? Today there was a convention in town, something David wasn't aware of, and the cafe had packed to almost bursting when David wasn't aware of it. He'd been too engrossed in his current design project, his attention flicking back and forth between his typing and the medical journal at his side, opened to a recent article about a new study on regenerative rates of the nervous system. Truly, he had no idea how rude he was being taking up a table that could be used by others, especially after he'd finished his packed punch and coffee just a few minutes ago.
Perhaps someone should go and shuffle the man out of the space.
IV. Wildcard | Open to all
[OOC: I'm open to anything here, giving David a chance to hang out with his standing CR or meet new people. My only rule is that interactions would happen in Excelsior. If you have an idea that the above open post doesn't allow for, either private message this account or hit me up on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
churbooseanon or discord at Churby#4290. OR throw your own starter out in here. I'm happy to do many things.
IF you're looking for things that may be good hooks, David's a technopath, associated with a company that makes prosethetics and assistive technology, an accomplished chef that will be hitting up stores around the city for quality food and cookware/appliances, a technopath that will be around many computer shops, and honestly? He's a hockey nerd so you might find him at sports bars sometimes. Other than that, he'll likely often be out reading books in parks, or even just scientific journals. Guy has a spread of interests and we can talk it out to figure what might best hook a character into paying attention to him or coming over to say hi.]
helpdesk_hero, Mina Ashido pinkxeno, Harry Osborn nepotis, Bucky Barnes sinistral What: David Has Many Meetings (Including Open Post)
When: [Forward Dated] April 1st through 5th
Where: Excelsior - Guild Housing #1, Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee,
Content Warnings: Only in Thread Labeled V - Seeking Comfort: discussion of murder of children, attempted suicide, David's death, hate crimes
I. A Home Of Clashing Styles | Closed to Mina Ashido | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
David had been living in the guild apartment for a month now, or just a shade over, and all that time he'd been holding his tongue. Beyond introducing himself to Mina when he'd first moved in at the start of March, he had not engaged with the young woman much, and definitely didn't stay long in the public spaces of their shared home. How could he when he was faced with the absolute disaster of the appearance? A living room painted electric green with zebra stripes? Horrid. A kitchen filled with insanely colorful and not always matching touches and appliances? Oh god. Even the small touches of decoration in the public spaces made David try not to wince.
Honestly, he hadn't even invited his boyfriend over because of the state of things. Most days he just came home from work or other things, walked in the door, visibly winced, and went right to his room or attached lab. But today, as he came back from the office in full business wear, vest and long sleeve shirt and tie and all of that. And walking in like that, with his back pack and a bag of groceries for him to cook dinner, he just couldn't take it anymore.
"Just... do it like an adult," he told himself before lifting his voice, hoping it would carry to wherever his housemate was.
"Mina, can we talk for a moment?"
II. Looking At The Moving Pieces | Closed to Bucky | Excelsior - Guild Housing #1
The weekend. David made a hard and fast rule to not go into the office on weekends, which made it the perfect sort of time for outside consultations. Today was one of those instances. After a previously successful first meeting with one Bucky Barnes (because of course David had recognized the man for who he had to be) back in March, today was going to be the first full check over, for the two of them to determine if David would be a good emergency tech for the man.
David waited in the living room for the knock at the door, knowing he'd have to let the former Winter Soldier choose his own pace at being comfortable with his arrival. What what little first hand knowledge that had been shared with him by people back home, he imagined the man would be... nervous. But David couldn't be certain. He'd met people from other versions of his world, and they didn't always line up personality wise.
But he was going to do his best to support the guy, and try and hide that he might have pre-formed opinions based on a whole other man. So he kept himself quiet and patient until he heard the knock at the door. David rose quickly and moved to it, opening the door to meet the other man.
"Mister Barnes, good afternoon. Come on in. Would you like any refreshments before I guide you back to my work room?"
He had no intention of calling it a lab. Not with a man no doubt tormented by his universe's Hydra.
III. The Coffee Conundrum | Closed to Harry Osborn | Excelsior - Connoisseur Coffee
Coffee. It was something that mattered to David, quite a bit actually. Caffeine was part of his diet, perhaps more than it should be. And, until he had the money to properly kit his kitchen out with a good brewing set up, David found a local coffee shop to indulge his needs. The world had blessed him with a great coffee shop between the apartment and his office, and it was here that David appeared multiple times a day. A quick stop in first thing for a coffee on the way to work, a trip in the evening for a cup to take home, and of course this, his lunch break.
David was currently settled in the cafe as he was most afternoons, in a table near a wall that normally wasn't the most desirable area of the care. His back was to the wall, and in front of him on the smaller table was a laptop. The other chair at the table was taken up by a back pack, and taking up the rest of the room on the table was another laptop, sitting closed, which was a weird thing, unless one knew David. Truth was the two laptops were interfaced, and he was using his technopathy to boost the processing of the one he was currently working on.
Thing was most days David did this, and it wasn't a problem. But today? Today there was a convention in town, something David wasn't aware of, and the cafe had packed to almost bursting when David wasn't aware of it. He'd been too engrossed in his current design project, his attention flicking back and forth between his typing and the medical journal at his side, opened to a recent article about a new study on regenerative rates of the nervous system. Truly, he had no idea how rude he was being taking up a table that could be used by others, especially after he'd finished his packed punch and coffee just a few minutes ago.
Perhaps someone should go and shuffle the man out of the space.
IV. Wildcard | Open to all
[OOC: I'm open to anything here, giving David a chance to hang out with his standing CR or meet new people. My only rule is that interactions would happen in Excelsior. If you have an idea that the above open post doesn't allow for, either private message this account or hit me up on plurk at
IF you're looking for things that may be good hooks, David's a technopath, associated with a company that makes prosethetics and assistive technology, an accomplished chef that will be hitting up stores around the city for quality food and cookware/appliances, a technopath that will be around many computer shops, and honestly? He's a hockey nerd so you might find him at sports bars sometimes. Other than that, he'll likely often be out reading books in parks, or even just scientific journals. Guy has a spread of interests and we can talk it out to figure what might best hook a character into paying attention to him or coming over to say hi.]
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"So, I really need a big cup of coffee. If it's okay with you, let me guide you back to the work room first, then I'll go fetch it."
The best way to handle a potentially shy animal? Make sure they can explore their surroundings and determine their safety for themself. He doubted Bucky would want to break into the computers in there, so he'd just have to trust the guy either way.
"Come on, the work room is through my bedroom, and that's off of the living room."
Which still had the bright zebra stripes in black and green but he didn't cringe because there were test colors painted up in different parts of the room now. He moved quickly to his bedroom door, complete with name tag, then through it. And immediately turned to open the door to the lab. He'd disabled the electronic locks on it for today, and wedged the door open with a rubber stopper. The more comfortable he can make Bucky, the better.
"Choose whichever is more comfortable for you in there, the stool or the spinny chair. I'm gonna grab that coffee."
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"Thanks," he said as David moved off, still thinking it weird. But whatever; at least the space seemed clean and organized. He moved inside and just stood there for a moment, waiting. It actually felt good to stand, in the way of having been cooped up sitting for the entirety of the trip here. Of course he gave the equipment a cursory once over but nothing more; he'd resolved to try taking this interaction at its face value. And he needed to know if David could be a potential maintenance and repair resource.
On hearing David's footsteps returning he finally moved toward the stool, leaning against it more than sitting on it.
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"Well then," he says as he pulls over the rolling chair and sits. Once the cup was down he gestured to Bucky's arm. "I'd like to inspect that technopathically. To 'speak' to it, as it were, and understand the functions. If I look uncomfortable, please ignore it."
Honestly, this was Bucky fucking Barnes. And with the arm, he could extrapolate as to what that arm has seen and been through. The chances of high emotion memories that might mess with his psychometry as he dives in could be high.
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(Realistically he acknowledged that David didn't seem naive enough to let just anyone go traipsing about his home, but he still found himself evaluating his surroundings for advantages and possible ambushes.)
David's return came with a once-over, a simple head to toe scan that was force of habit now. Bucky's lips quirked slightly at the mug and at the easy way David navigated the space. Compared to scientists who looked at his arm with the glee of a child given a new toy, the casual ease was welcome.
"Functions as an arm," he replied, though the joke fell a little flat. Truly Bucky didn't try too hard for levity, too busy studying the other man for a clue behind his words. "What do you mean, uncomfortable?"
I'll take Questions I Should Have Asked Before This Meeting for $200, Alex.
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"Well, if your arm had an AI in it, which it doesn't, it could kick me out and give me a serious migraine from overloading my powers. And I'm psychometric, which gives me the history of objects. Which, all things considered, I'm going to avoid using if I can."
There's a slight touch to his tone that says he might have theories there. Sorry Bucky.
"May I touch?"
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Right now, he studied David carefully through the explanation. The man seemed like he was being honest about his abilities — honest enough anyway; Bucky didn't think he got the whole story, nor did he expect it. Even so there were a lot of lines and Bucky couldn't be sure everything he read between them was correct.
"If you're saying that you can somehow feel the history of objects, we might need second thoughts. It... won't be pleasant for you." Passing any of that along wasn't worth tying to find someone able to consult on the technical end of things.
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Still, he listened to what Bucky said and sighed, folding his hands in his lap. He supposed it was better to address this now rather than later. Anything less wasn't going to be fair to Bucky.
"There are many versions of Earth like yours, James. I come from one of them. I know who you are, and I have a very good idea of what you're worried I'd see. I agree, it wouldn't be pleasant. But that won't keep me from helping someone who needs it. My mental shields are as powerful as I can have them right now, for both our sakes. But even if I ran into a memory, I'd put it aside to help you. Because I expect that like our Sargent Barnes, you deserve to at least not have this particular weight cause you constant pain and problems."