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metalogs2022-03-28 11:41 am
helpdesk_hero) wrote in metalogs2022-03-28 11:41 am
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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The Shocker is a sex move. What kind of pervert villain names himself after something like that?
"Yeah, it is." He barks a hollow laugh. "It was the last thing he ever gave me."
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He has no clue that there's no mask.
"Oh yeah, Spidey gets some of the stupidest names. I mean, it's not Doctor Doom, but it's still bad. And at least Doom has the defense that it's literally his last name."
And wow, man, if that's a sex move, he doesn't need to know the names of other horrible super heroes. They're lucky there isn't a 'sixty-niner' at this point. Right now, though, he needs to focus on the disease.
"I know i'm not your physician, but any chance you're willing to tell me what you have?"
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Also, 'Doctor Doom' is maybe the stupidest name Harry has ever heard.
But whatever. Talking about people with dumb names isn't half as important or interesting as the rest of the conversation.
"It's called Retroviral Hypodysplasia. And it's fatal."
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Josh is his best bet. But David won't offer Josh without Josh doing it.
"And you believed that the regenerative properties of certain forms of animal life would be the most useful. How far along in the progress of the disease are you? Clearly you're still at a stage where you're not bedridden."
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One of those irons is Josh, actually. That's what happens when someone advertises their healing powers online.
He glances around, thankful that the cafe is busy enough that no one is paying their table much attention. Satisfied no one besides the man across from him will see, he pulls aside the popped collar of his jacket, showing the deformed patch of greenish, scaly skin.
"That's the biggest issue right now. That, and my hand shakes when I'm stressed."
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"My medical specializations tend to be trauma surgery and neurology. There isn't much I can do by means I can easily manage. For now, I might be able to get you a referral with someone to give you drugs that might help with the shaking."
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Display over, he pulls his collar flush against his neck again, back to covering up the problem now that he doesn't need to explain himself.
"And... I'm sorry, for how I snapped earlier. It sucks, that your universe's Norman Osborn did whatever he did to you and... your people? Are you a god, too, like Loki?"
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"I'm not Asgardian or Jotun, if that's what you're asking. No, Earth in my world has three distinct sub-species of humans currently alive. Humans, Inhumans, and Mutants. I'm the latter category."
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Still, though. Three different sub-species of humans?
"That's wild. We don't have anything like that in our world. As far as I know, there's just plain old humans."
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"I've learned there are plenty of Earths lacking us."
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No mutants, no Asgardians, only one superhero— fucking Spider-Man.
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"But it does have one good thing that I've heard of."
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"Oh yeah? What's that?"
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And he thinks Harry is just in a bad position to realize that.
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"Sure, maybe. If by that you mean someone who likes to pick and choose what little man he's standing for, and turn his back on whoever he deems not worth saving."
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Because he has to think it's that one. Life is never so easy as to let people make their own choices all of the time, or to make others see why the choice you made was the right one.
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It all seems pretty black and white to Harry.
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Because at least the Spider-Man David was aware of back home was not specialized for that sorta work.
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That seemed suspicious.