[Open] Generic 80s new wave, beep ba beep ba beep ba

[faceguy]

Who: Leonardo Hamato faceguy
What: Various 80s shenanigans in the first part of the time travel plot
When: late March, 1985
Where: Central City
Content Warnings: none currently

A: Can we go thrift shopping?

[Turns out Leo's credit card doesn't work in the past, a fact that would not be shocking to most people but is a little shocking to the teenager. He just didn't consider it, alright!

Thankfully he did think to keep a little cash on him, though it's not a lot. Still, Leo has been making do his whole life, often with no money at all, so he's not intimidated by the challenge.

He has a skateboard he liberated from some trash, and new dudes purchased for a few bucks from a charity thrift store. He has fully embraced his best 80s style, which is to say bright colors and geometric patterns. Even if he weren't a turtle he would stand out right now.

Leo whirls around in front of the shop, checking himself out in the window and impeding foot traffic.]

Yeah, I can definitely get into this.

B: Crime Never Sleeps

[Sure, Leo is supposed to be looking for Chaos Gate, but that doesn't mean he doesn't have a little time to stop some crime. Especially since he's made contact with Starstruck and his crew, and especially seeing how villains just run amok in Central City 1985.

It's dusk now, and Leo is currently chasing a duo of thieves that just held up a liquor store. He runs over the rooftops to avoid the traffic down below, then portals down to street level, just in front of the crooks. He raises his katana to halt their advance, one raised close enough to one thief's throat to make him stop dead in his tracks.]

Don't mind if I get to the point.

[Unfortunately, the other thief ducks Leo's swords and keeps running. Leo can only glance over his shoulder, irate.]

Hey, no fair! You're supposed to surrender now!

[Little help?]

C: Earth, Wind, Fire, and Turtle

[There are lots of classic 80s things Leo wants to try, but today he has been pulled decisively toward a pretty crowded roller rink that is doing a disco night. Though the place is packed, most of the locals part the way for Leo, given his inhuman appearance.

He's decided not to let it bother him, though, having an absolutely blast gliding around on the rink and dancing to the 70s and 80s hits blasting through the speakers.

As the song ends, Leo changes course and glides to the wall. Maybe you came with him or maybe he just recognizes you, or maybe you were alone and he decided to come pick up conversation. No matter the case, he spins to a stop and leans against the wall.]

This place is - oh, what do they say? ah - totally tubular.

[[OOC: I'll match formatting so feel free to use prose if you prefer. Hit me up at dandywonderous if you'd rather have a different scenario.]]

Comments

[Closed to David, backdated to August 2023]

[faceguy]

[Things had been more than a little crazy since Leo made his request online for help with medic training, but he hadn't forgotten the helpful offer he'd received. And now that things have relatively calmed down and he's back to his normal 16-year-old self (and not a 40-year-old man or a toddler), he decides to reach back out to his contact and see if he can get something going.

And that's what leads to Leo sitting in a small cafe in one of the suburbs outside Central City, waiting to meet this David. Leo didn't bother describing himself, but since he already told David he's a reptile he doubts he'll be mistaken, even with his hoodie on to cover his shell. He sits at a table by the window, drinking some tea he bought while waiting.

He's a little nervous, but also excited. If he can learn medic skills, he can help his family - assuming he ever gets back to them, of course.]

A.

[levelshift]

[When Accelerator had quietly decided to book it to the past he had done so with the incredibly dumb assumption that the turtles wouldn't do the same. They don't need to, Chaos Gate isn't their problem, and it seems too dangerous to bother.

He's an idiot. He's a dumb idiot.

There Leo is, looking like the epitome of the 80s, and all Accelerator can do is stop there on the sidewalk and sigh. He hasn't bothered doing any shopping so his clothes are still very modern, if basic.]

I don't fucking believe this.

A

[threeisapattern]

Yeah, I don't. I don't know if you're blending in exactly.

[It's not that Stiles is trying to be mean. He's not! But that sure is a turtle, wearing the most eighties clothes that have ever existed, and yeah it's the eighties but maybe that's just a cliche?

He has no idea. He didn't think time-traveling through. He was kind of like sure, whatever, he'd already been stuck in a time loop for ages in another world, that might as well happen, too. In Leo's defense, Stiles didn't bother dressing for the eighties and is only blending in in the sense that he's the same species as most of the people around.]

B

[purplexing]

[It is really annoying not being able to keep tabs on people around here in this age. How did people live?!

At least some things never change, such as your brother's flashiness.

Donnie may not have portals or a functioning battle shell but he still has his mystic-tech, and that fills in well enough where it counts. He swoops in low on a glowing hoverboard. Eat your heart out, McFly.

With a spin of his bō, he jabs it out to trip the escaping thief.]

See, even in the past no one wants to stick around for your puns.