A Day in the Life of... [OTA]

[thepurpleone]

WHO: Donnie and you-ie
WHAT: Mall'in and ship things
WHERE: Space Mall, Spaceship
WHEN: Uh...during space mall days
NOTES: Will match tag format preference!


I. Too Good a Thing (space mall)
Given he doesn't know how often they're likely to come across a good mall, Donnie doesn't want to waste the opportunity to grab anything and everything he can. He's loaded up on books and found a very nice percolator. He's even found some rather sumptuous coffee grounds. He's found a better plant shelf and a few pieces of furniture- namely a desk and chair, and a bookshelf to house his findings.

And once he finds a nice out-of-the-way spot, he activates his holoform disguise so he can set up an account at what he deems a renowned space-bank. Unfortunately the only disguise he has loaded is a certain tiefling one, but he uses his favorite moniker: Othello von Ryan.

Although it does start to dawn on him that it seems the mall is rather dominated by elves. Is that...weird? Are they in elf space or something? He tucks that thought away for later research.

What all else was he needing? There's a pharmacy but he's sure there's a few items on Leo's list that aren't over-the-counter. Well, time to falsify patient information. Clothes? Oh, definitely. Tools, right, he'll need more of those...

If his crewmates don't catch him shopping, they might also find him at one of the food courts. They may not call it pizza, but there's no denying what it is, and no one should at all be surprised when he later brings a sizable stack of boxes of it back onto the ship.


II. I'm Onto You (around the ship)
No, he doesn't trust it at all, that suddenly the replicators have magically decided to work. That's really the problem, that he's sure magic or something must be involved. He's been in the guts of those machines. He knows their inner workings make no sense! So they shouldn't magically decide to work without question one day, save by exactly that reason: magic.

Ugh, he hates that reason, even if he's by now had more than enough experience with it.

Perhaps one will find him, elbow-deep in wiring and whatnot as he decides to delve into one of the machines again, just to see if there's been any visible changes.

Alternatively you may find him pulling a cart towards a room that has glitter tracked all over the floor by the doorway. Or you might catch him walking away from it, glitter sparkling off the wheels and the bottom of his space Chucks as he pulls the cart down the hall, laden with an assortment of technical equipment. A trained eye might deduce that they seem to be for a computer.


III. Anything Else?
((OOC: Have anything else you'd like to do with Donnie that's not covered here? Tag away!))

Comments

mall time

[faceguy]

After Donnie had messaged him that he'd already gone ahead to the space mall (without him, and with his cool new space friends apparently!), Leo had made his way to the mall on his own. He'd been really excited riding on the shuttle (space shuttle!), but now that he's here, he's pretty underwhelmed. He was expecting something more science fiction, not mid-90s throwback.

But whatever! A mall's a mall, and Leo likes malls. What he likes less is having to drive his chair around in public, but it is what it is. At least this mall has readily available elevators.

He pauses long enough to text Donnie that he has arrived, without any helpful information on how to come find him. Then he makes his way into the nearest clothing store, ready to see what kind of stuff they have!

[thepurpleone]

He'd felt bad about that! But at the same time he hadn't wanted to see too...clingy. Of course now that Leo's actually here, Donnie's immediately set out to find him.

Of course this is more tricky without the trackers it seems his future-self had implanted on his brothers!

Part of him wonders if Leo's mad that he left without him, but he can't be sure that Shelldon's tried connecting to the local wifi to ping him. He hesitates a moment as he stares at the text, finally resolving to reply back.

>>Coming to meet you- where are you at?

[faceguy]

He shouldn't feel bad. Honestly, Leo's happy to have a little independence!

He glances down at his bangle when the message comes in, then sets aside the shirt he was looking at, texting back,

>> some clothing store

Amazingly helpful! But he makes his way out of the store again, so he can see what it says on the outside. It's definitely no place he's ever heard of before. He texts Donnie the name of the store, then adds,

>> logo looks like a weird fish

[thepurpleone]

He'll feel better once he sees him. And really, trying to give him some space was part of the plan, but you know that notorious Donnie overthink!

He groans at the response but isn't really surprised, already pulling up the map he'd downloaded of the mall's listings.

>> You realize there are dozens of clothing stores here.

But his brother comes through with some useful information at least, and once Donnie's got the name, he finds where he needs to go a lot easier.

"I can't tell if it's supposed to be a fish or some kind of lizard," he says once he's located Leo, already glancing around to see what all the shop has to offer. "Anything good?"

[faceguy]

"Maybe it's actually a bird," he says, just to be contrary. He turns his body to grin at Donnie and give him a wink, before going back to what he was looking at.

The store seems to specialize in trendy street clothes; not really Leo's personal style, but fun to look at regardless. He holds up an artfully distressed tour shirt for a band he's never heard of, flipping it so Donnie can see.

"Look! Space punk!"

[thepurpleone]

Donnie rolls his eyes with a shake of his head, but he smirks as he follows after.

"Haha, nice!" He has to appreciate the look, even if he's not familiar with the band either. "Oh, maybe there's a music store somewhere. Has to be, right? By the way, I picked up some graphic novels for you."

II

[bestbrotherever]

How aware of his surroundings is Donnie while he's in the middle of taking apart the replicator? Loki's not making any particular effort to hide his presence, but since the... green creature doesn't look up when he enters the room, he decides to stay and observe without saying anything. Call it curiosity, both about what he's doing, and how long it'll take for him to acknowledge that he has company.

[thepurpleone]

Oh, it might take a bit. Donnie gets very focused in his work, as Loki has found out. The turtle grumbles and mutters to himself, now and then pulling at some bit of wiring to find an end that doesn't seem to have been connected to anything in the first place.

"You make no sense at all!" he growls, tossing the thing back in, finally prying himself from the thing's innards with the most put-upon sigh and- oh.

The green teen blinks, slooowly glancing over at his audience.

"Uh... Did you need something?"

[bestbrotherever]

Loki's grinning by the time Donnie looks over to him. So good news, he's not offended by being ignored?

"I came in search of food for my pets, but it need not come from that machine in particular. Those are the only material things I need, but I do have some questions." He pauses and raises an eyebrow. "Starting with a hope that your current appearance is entirely natural to you and in no way connected to the machine's state."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie's not at all sure how to take that grin or whether he should be offended, so he just leaves it as that for now.

"Pets? Oh. Well, don't let me stop you there." Although that's a good reminder that he should probably dig something up his mimic.

He blinks, glancing down at himself before breathing a laugh. "Oh. No, this is.... Well, I guess I can't exactly call it natural but this is still one hundred percent me and not at all to do with this offense to technology." He gives the machine a swat, stone skin making a rather solid sound off the metal, but he still waves it around in the manner of someone recalling belatedly that hitting metal things is not exactly the greatest idea.

That is a bit of a curiosity though, the black that seems to cover both his arms from fingertip to shoulder.

[bestbrotherever]

Loki chuckles. "It is always best to check, when we are here at the whims of the fae. Their victims can come in all forms, but they can also change our forms in odd ways. I have not yet needed to attempt to reverse any of their work, but I doubt that our luck will last forever."

He steps closer and looks at the mechanical guts of the replicator. "Was there some issue with this machine?" He doesn't see anything wrong, but in the state it's in now and with his lack of expertise in mechanics, he probably wouldn't notice anything short of something that's very obviously out of place.

[thepurpleone]

The turtle groans. "Ugh, don't remind me." Yep, no love lost over the fae, here.

"Sounds like you've had previous experience with them too, huh?"

He makes a face as he glares at the replicator, grabbing the panel to slot it back into place. "Yes and no. It's working- perfectly fine, I might add- and yet there's no reason it should because from what I can tell, the inside's as much of a mess as it was when I last tried to fix it, back when it wasn't working so great and spewing ice cream every other request."

Mall!

[iobairt]

The elves are the least concerning thing about the mall as far as Maya cares, nevermind she blends in with the local dark elf population. It's too perfect, too clean, too liminal, and it has her hackles up.

Maybe that's why she's checking in on Donnie when she finds him in the food court; she's making sure he hasn't fallen foul of yet more fae.

"Please tell me you paid for the food?"

[thepurpleone]

Donnie's just about to sink his teeth into his food when Naya finds him. He scowls, but that's a fair knee-jerk reflex when it seems implied that you might have stolen something.

"Of course I did!" He pauses before he can say something about fairy princesses as Maya's direct concerns sink in, his expression shifting from annoyed to concerned.

"-wait, is there something wrong with this place?"

II

[uzerotwo]

Zero Two, fletchinder perched on its head, finds Donnie as he delves into a machine. Its odd to see a machine opened up like that. Zero Two can't help but feel for it, but it didn't think most of the bots here had enough capacity to care or notice. And Donnie talked like he knew how to deal with things like that anyway.

"I had not considered a hardware issue." It can code, but hardware other than its own is largely foreign to it. It doesn't really get its own hardware that well, anyway.

[thepurpleone]

"It didn't make sense when it wasn't working one hundred percent, but it still makes no sense even now. I see no visible changes from when I had a look before. I suspect that the programming is going to look no less senseless, either," Donnie mutters.

"But hardware is the first thing I usually check if something's not working right. Of course, it's easier if there's an existing system to tell me there might be a problem, and when it comes to machinery, physical parts are the quickest to wear down."

[uzerotwo]

He must have been a technician or something where he came from. "I do not have much experience with hardware." It pauses for a moment, using what passes for the feed here to wirelessly connect to the device. This code is...it doesn't bother to hide how confused/frustrated this makes it.

"...Whatever machine language they use here is unlike what was used in my world."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie groans. "I don't think it's even a proper language, really. There are pieces that are identifiable, but strung along with everything else, if you start looking at it hard enough and manage not to go insane or get a migraine...or both, then it becomes very clear that there's a whole lot missing and things just don't make sense in general."

He pulls a hand from within, holding what looks like a piece of duct tape. "......"

[uzerotwo]

"I did not even know it was possible to string different languages together." The idea of it makes its head hurt. It frowns, making a copy of the code in its own personal workspace. If its at all possible to figure out, it has a much better chance of doing so than any human. Or whatever this green, shelled guy was.

The duct tape, however, is obviously wrong. It gives a short laugh at that. "I cannot say I've seen tape used inside a bot before, but I have seen that used to put things someone broke off back on."

[thepurpleone]

The turtle forces a laugh. "Try asking Lucas about programming, some time." That had been a literal headache to figure out, even with a table for reference.

He gives the tape a dry look, sticking it on the outside of the machine.

"Oh yeah, no, this was just literally plastered across things like it was trying to be the conduit between a set of wires and a circuit board. That is not at all how it works."

3 - Skateboard Hockey

[burstingstars]

He’d given it some days so Donnie actually had a chance to create skateboards and some safety gear, but then he asked him to meet up in a specific hallway. Day had made sure it was one of the wider ones, free of any strange environmental happenings, out of the way of any direct paths so it was unlikely anyone would walk in on it. Any rubble he’d cleared away and checked that there were no surprises behind the adjacent doors either.

“Think this’ll work?” he asked the turtle, gesturing around. Hockey sticks he’d fashioned them too and a ball of wrapped paper and string. Just like the one he’d used with John. But Day had his moment of sadness remembering that already and was intend to if not have fun, at least learn something new.

[thepurpleone]

The boys never really wore safety gear back home. Donnie probably wore the most by default when he'd sported arm and leg pads, apart from his battle shell. But since he imagines Day is the sort who will be absolutely too anxious to do anything if they're not both properly equipped, he humors him by crafting himself a suitable set.

He has plenty of skateboard customization experience at least, so that had been the easier thing to finish up.

"Oh yeah, this is fine. Anyway, if it's only two of us I'm sure we won't need to use the entirety of this."

[burstingstars]

It's not that Day had the luxury of having safety gear when he did parkour in Republic. The results of that were recorded in numerous scars and too many concussions. He really couldn't afford more of the latter, would like to spare himself any unnecessary pain.

So yes, he'll make sure that helmet fits around the antlers first thing. "Well, figured we could set this up for all sorts of sports with time."

[thepurpleone]

Donnie made the helmet in two pieces that are fastened together due to the weird shape of those antlers.

"A possibility. If we find a room big enough, that'd be better, but this has a good length. We'd definitely need some sort of markers for goals and stuff."

[burstingstars]

As long as there is some protection he trusts Donnie to handle the design.

"It's a good enough start to learn. Now what do you actually do with these planks with wheels?" They remind him a bit of the sliders used to get techs under cars for under-carriage work.