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ss_noanga2026-01-14 08:04 pm
thepurpleone) wrote in ss_noanga2026-01-14 08:04 pm
A Day in the Life of... [OTA]
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!))
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!))
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"They weren't ready for someone like you. Someone who was too good for the system and actually had a mind of their own." It sucks that they ruined him, something Donnie's miraculously learned and thought better of saying aloud.
He clambers all the way onto his bed, all the more easier considering it's more or less but a mattress on the floor. "I think my social battery's running low, let's pick up again later," he murmurs, reaching over for his tablet, Illex tucked against his stomach.
Ending it here
"Alright." he smiles, gets up to leave. "Thanks for the help. Don't forget to have lunch."