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metalogs2023-07-31 10:38 am
purplexing) wrote in metalogs2023-07-31 10:38 am
[Open] Transmissions Echoing Away
Who: Donnie (purplexing) and you..?!
What: Weathering the aftermath of Downburst events while trying to get back into some semblance of whatever accounts for normal around here
When: End of July into Mid-August
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will match pose pref!
i. Lost Child (Tiny Turtle 1)
It was supposed to be a couple of simple errands, a stop at the hardware store and then an automotive shop for some replacement headlights. Sure, he might've been able to scavenge those but finding purple-tinted ones is considerably more difficult when you can't turn on cars in the junkyard to check.
Donnie tucks his phone away, a corner coffee shop catching his eye. Well, maybe a stop there on the way back. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his purple hoodie, crosses the street...
...
The first thing that hits him is the noise and the brightness. This isn't the sewers, it's not even an enclosed space. Not to mention there are humans everywhere!
It's the blare of an impatient car horn that sends the suddenly small bundle of purple and green running for the nearest cover in absolute panic. But when you're only about two feet tall, practically everything towers over you and is that much more scary.
The purple-hoodied tiny turtle cowers under a bus bench. Just breathe, just breathe. What did dad tell them to do in a situation like this?
...he has no idea.
ii. Runaway (Tiny Turtle 2)
He has decided that the world above is terrifying. While he's been somewhat surprised that not everyone seems to freak out at first sight of a small, glasses-wearing, green child, not everyone proves to be very nice!
Case in point, a couple of thuggish bullies who have apparently decided it's good sport to chase him down.
For the record, Donnie does not think this is fun! He's in tears as he does his best to get away from them, but he has tiny legs and not the greatest coordination.
iii. What Fun is Force if it Can't be a Little Deadly
For how effectively Donnie had managed to clear out the otherwise abandoned warehouse the last time he and Accelerator had made use of it, the place seems to more or less have become a default space to use for their choice of illicit activities. The tape's probably still stuck in some places from when Leo outlined the layout for their even earlier heist.
Today, it is for the purpose of testing out weapons. Donnie's been working on a few things, one being finalizing Accelerator's laser attachment for his crutch, which Donnie can't really test out in the penthouse.
And then there's his personal project he'd decided to sink some time into ever since those Arcadian guards had popped up and power neutralization was a thing: the resurrection of his beloved tech-bō, Version 2.0. This one's considerably pared down from the original model, sleeker and more subtle. True, it was hard to convince himself that he didn't need a flame thrower, or a saw, or even a third of what his fourteen-year old self had crammed into the original design, but he is pretty happy with what he's come up with.
He's even more eager to put it through the motions.
iv. Frequency - (first come, first serve)
It never fails; you're just walking along, enjoying your fancy cup of coffee when you suddenly get hit by some several hours' worth of memories that you technically hadn't even experienced yet. The sensation's jarring enough that it stops Donnie dead in his tracks.
A foiled heist gone wrong, The Foot Clan again, April dragging some unconscious kid into the Lair, aliens--!
His coffee's all over the ground now but his thoughts are still scattered between places, eyes twitchy like he's dreaming with his eyes open. It takes him a moment before he gasps, feeling like he'd just been submerged underwater.
"Uggh that was really weird and highly disturbing, let's not do that again," he groans, running a hand over his face.
purplexing) and you..?!What: Weathering the aftermath of Downburst events while trying to get back into some semblance of whatever accounts for normal around here
When: End of July into Mid-August
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: N/A
Notes: Will match pose pref!
i. Lost Child (Tiny Turtle 1)
It was supposed to be a couple of simple errands, a stop at the hardware store and then an automotive shop for some replacement headlights. Sure, he might've been able to scavenge those but finding purple-tinted ones is considerably more difficult when you can't turn on cars in the junkyard to check.
Donnie tucks his phone away, a corner coffee shop catching his eye. Well, maybe a stop there on the way back. He stuffs his hands into the pockets of his purple hoodie, crosses the street...
...
The first thing that hits him is the noise and the brightness. This isn't the sewers, it's not even an enclosed space. Not to mention there are humans everywhere!
It's the blare of an impatient car horn that sends the suddenly small bundle of purple and green running for the nearest cover in absolute panic. But when you're only about two feet tall, practically everything towers over you and is that much more scary.
The purple-hoodied tiny turtle cowers under a bus bench. Just breathe, just breathe. What did dad tell them to do in a situation like this?
...he has no idea.
ii. Runaway (Tiny Turtle 2)
He has decided that the world above is terrifying. While he's been somewhat surprised that not everyone seems to freak out at first sight of a small, glasses-wearing, green child, not everyone proves to be very nice!
Case in point, a couple of thuggish bullies who have apparently decided it's good sport to chase him down.
For the record, Donnie does not think this is fun! He's in tears as he does his best to get away from them, but he has tiny legs and not the greatest coordination.
iii. What Fun is Force if it Can't be a Little Deadly
For how effectively Donnie had managed to clear out the otherwise abandoned warehouse the last time he and Accelerator had made use of it, the place seems to more or less have become a default space to use for their choice of illicit activities. The tape's probably still stuck in some places from when Leo outlined the layout for their even earlier heist.
Today, it is for the purpose of testing out weapons. Donnie's been working on a few things, one being finalizing Accelerator's laser attachment for his crutch, which Donnie can't really test out in the penthouse.
And then there's his personal project he'd decided to sink some time into ever since those Arcadian guards had popped up and power neutralization was a thing: the resurrection of his beloved tech-bō, Version 2.0. This one's considerably pared down from the original model, sleeker and more subtle. True, it was hard to convince himself that he didn't need a flame thrower, or a saw, or even a third of what his fourteen-year old self had crammed into the original design, but he is pretty happy with what he's come up with.
He's even more eager to put it through the motions.
iv. Frequency - (first come, first serve)
It never fails; you're just walking along, enjoying your fancy cup of coffee when you suddenly get hit by some several hours' worth of memories that you technically hadn't even experienced yet. The sensation's jarring enough that it stops Donnie dead in his tracks.
A foiled heist gone wrong, The Foot Clan again, April dragging some unconscious kid into the Lair, aliens--!
His coffee's all over the ground now but his thoughts are still scattered between places, eyes twitchy like he's dreaming with his eyes open. It takes him a moment before he gasps, feeling like he'd just been submerged underwater.
"Uggh that was really weird and highly disturbing, let's not do that again," he groans, running a hand over his face.
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His brow twitches as some realization or another comes to mind, and then he's pulling up his computer again, holowindows popping up as he starts tapping through commands and opening up files.
"Of course! I've been focused on the wrong part of it all..!" He pulls up something that looks like an overloaded EKG reading, a line of red oscillating wildly between an X and Y axis, overlaying a much steadier blue one. There's three of these instances, one with an extra line in yellow although it more or less follows the same trend as the red line.
"Looking at the traces the goddess left was like looking at some negative space- instead of any active energy signatures, there just weren't any. These fluctuations- the blue line is the closest baseline for normal that I have, and these graphs represent three different individuals. The red line is from readings I took directly after or during one of these strange occurrences. The energy isn't only inconsistent, but it's already at a much lesser level than the baseline, at points barely flickering in existence."
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"So, yay science?" he asks. Man, he really doesn't know what to do with all of this. "Uh, should you be sharing this with someone like me?"
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"...yes. And I think it's fair to divulge such information with you given you're also being affected by these happenings. Anyway, it doesn't really change anything."
He sweeps his computer away with a hand, digging out his phone. What time is it anyway? How long has he been out here?
"I need to keep monitoring things. Things might just continue to destabilize, which could mean our very existences here might be questionable."
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"How would you know if things are destabilizing?"
Was there even a way to track that?
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He doesn't have a very extensive list of contacts and even less when it comes to locals. "More things for me to look into, I guess," he murmurs under his breath. At least he sort of kind of knows one local Meta and they seem to have their fingers in a lot of things.
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Mark strikes him as someone who'd be more willing to keep the confidentiality of affected parties though. A shame, but Donnie supposes that's understandable.
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"Anything I can tell you I will. Good luck with the research. Oh, wait, I should get a means to contact you for that."
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Donnie pulls his phone out for Mark's info while he gives his number as well. "Feel free to contact me for any technical needs as well," he offers.
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"How good are you with photo editing software?"
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"Pretty decent. Admittedly I haven't done too much with it since I ended up here, but at least now I have more than just my portable computer to do things on. Anyway, what did you have in mind?"
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And he sorta just wanted to see it start to progress. Plus it wasn't too complicated.
"I can pay. I'll send you details when I get home and if you're possibly interested and willing, we can talk price."
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"Sure, I'll give it a look," he says, nodding.
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BEcause he really had been adorable.
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He straightens up. "Anyway, I should probably be going. At least I don't think I've been out too long that Leo's started texting. Guess I'll hear from you later."
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Donnie, Leo, and of course himself. Sorry, he can't deny Leo these.
"I was going to text him, but you distracted me."
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"Sharing with my brother is completely unnecessary!"
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"It really is necessary. I need to stay in his good graces since he lives with Huvrye."
And that matters. Huvrye needed people to support him. Don't mind Mark's decision here. Or the small smile when he says Huvrye's name. That's nothing.
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Donnie still firmly stands by what he says, and even if Mark isn't going to change his mind, the turtle has no qualms about making his displeasure known. It's quite clear on his face.
Finally he turns with an exaggerated SIGH, waving a hand. "Whatever. I'm going."
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"Don't worry, you can tack on a nuisance fee if you take the work," Mark suggests. He's done that enough.
But Donnie's going and he waves right back. Time to get back to his day.