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[deloreandriver]

Characters: Marty, and Open
Setting: Floor 38, morning of the 28th
Format: Either or
Summary:  He's working at the makeshift lab/food bar on Floor 38.
Warnings: Breaking of the Space Time Continuum.


The pancake batter was getting a little on the thin side, but that didn't deter the teenager as he prepared it for cooking in the automatic pancake maker. Marty tried really hard to stretch out their supplies, and while he was really grateful the power was back on which meant less monsters hanging around (and to be honest he was still a little mystified monsters actually existed, let alone all the other stuff he'd seen since being here) he hoped it meant that the cafeteria was going to come back too.

What was going to happen to the Pancake Stand (as he liked to call it) if that happened? It was fun, if.... different, getting to know the people that came for pancakes and cooking the food they brought. Still, he was getting pretty tired of pancakes.

Giving the machine the last bit of batter, Marty took off his makeshift apron and walked over to flop down on a sofa, a book nicked from the library in hand, while the machine did its work. He'd get to the coffee later, if they even had any left, but it was still pretty early and he didn't expect anyone to show up just yet.

Comments

[doc_brown]

[ Marty wasn't the only one thankful for the powers return. While his small reactor had been enough to power up the small machines he had created, he hadn't had the time to perfect to try and power up an entire floor. He'll have to think about perfection it in case it would happen someday again.

Whatever, he didn't need Marty's help right now, but he was concerned with the boy's health. mental health at least. This months had been rough, so he passes close to him and stares at the book he had in hand. ]

... Marty, what book are you reading?

[deloreandriver]

[Marty turns the book around to glance at the cover.]

Uh, 'How to Survive in the Wild.' Why?

[doc_brown]

[ Oh, not a bad book. He may steal, er, take it some time. ]

Marty, the month's been rough and you've helped me a lot, but...

[ He sighs. ]

I think you should relax a bit now. Staying away from work and all that.

[deloreandriver]

What? Doc, I'm fine.

[Okay, so maybe he wasn't, but Marty was viewing this as a challenge. Survive the Tower, build their machine, and go home. It was the only thing keeping him going.

Otherwise he might crumble...

Hell, he was even starting to miss Biff and Skeeter sometimes...]

Don't worry about me, just... you know. And stuff.

[Teenage fail speak.]

[warriorscribe]

Predictably, Enoch had started sleeping restlessly, feelings of helplessness working their way in alongside all his other stresses and proving too much if he couldn't physically exhaust himself to the point of sleeping soundly without fail. And he had a lot of stamina to exhaust.

So it's no surprise that he'd woken early and was unable to return to sleep, despite exerting himself a fair amount the previous day. Thinking to clear out any lingering monsters, anything to make himself feel as if he could accomplish something, he started down the stairs. As he neared the tower proper, he caught an unusual scent. He didn't recognize what was cooking, but he recognized it was cooking. Curious, he found himself wandering towards the scent.

[deloreandriver]

Marty looked up when he heard movement, and sat up to warn the guy about the machine. "Hi. Pancakes aren't done yet, but I can get you some when it is. The hotplate's kinda tricky to handle."

[warriorscribe]

"Hm?" At least all the unfamiliar words were compound. He didn't really need to ask much. "I was only curious about the scent."

[deloreandriver]

Oh. That was... sort of odd. "Huh. Well, you're welcome to have some when they're done. There's syrup over there, but I haven't gotten the coffee on yet." Standing, he walked over to check the machine and if there were any pancakes already off the plate. "I'm Marty."

[warriorscribe]

"My name is Enoch," he said, inspecting the syrup bottle Marty pointed out, turning it and reading the labels closely, holding it up to the light after trying rather unsuccessfully to figure out the ingredients list.

If he was hungry, he didn't feel like it. The failure to rescue people from the pods weighed heavily on him. And the people with red collars now all over the place, the people obviously there for a deliberate purpose, a reason, on patrol...they couldn't try again. It was discouraging enough that he hadn't even really thought to properly explore the tower with everything functioning and brighter and clean.

He wasn't really feeling up to learning more about the syrup bottle. He set it back down without so much as a taste test.

[deloreandriver]

"You uh, all right?" Marty asked cautiously, glancing at the man while he checked the controls of the pancake maker and started working on making some coffee. The guy looked like he had the weight of the world- or the Tower- on his mind.

[warriorscribe]

"I'm used to being depended on." That statement, of course, utterly failed to grasp the scope of more than three centuries of being the one with the task of saving the world, the only one who could do this. "And I've...failed to help people in need."

[rocketboobs]

[ A punk girl wearing a ridiculous outfit, glad those hellhounds are finally gone, skates onto the scene without any regard for anything. She got up early and was a morning dweller because she had a job early in the morning (breakfast shift) and then during the summer she also had one at night (dinner shift), but as it is, right now she's got no obligations so will be enjoying her favorite past time: grinding on things and tearing up all the possible skate-able places here.

In fact, she grinds down the stairs and tricks into the lounge, skidding to a stop. She had no trouble getting past the monsters and jumping the rail, since she could just jump some tricks and go all the way to make it to this floor. Being quick was good for that.

Being a future-dweller herself, Rhyth's not at all surprised by the machine Marty had set up. I mean, really, her skates were powered by special future tech Netrium batteries and magnetism. They also glowed a bright yellow when she got up to speed. They never lost their power as long as she kept moving to recharge them, really. ]

Hey there!

[ She's shocked, to be honest, when she notices the smell of pancakes. She makes herself at home on a beanbag chair, flopping unceremoniously there, then crosses her legs. She felt a little tired, but not too badly. She's beginning to wonder if maybe she's just not getting restful sleep here, though... ]

Wow, something smells good, is that pancakes? And this will be a nice floor to crash on, I hate those beds...

[deloreandriver]

[Smiling, he nodded.] Yeah, it's pancakes. You... probably don't want to do sleep here, though. At night there's monsters... a lot of monsters.

[She was... kind of cute, actually. It was making him fidget a bit.]

I'm Marty. I work with Doc down in the workshop. [Hesitating, he then adds] Usually. This month's been pretty bad.

[rocketboobs]

Aww, I noticed, they're really different than the cops, you know? They don't run away crying when I skate on their backs. It's sad. I kinda miss that.

[ If she notices that fidget, she doesn't mention it, instead, opting to give his pancakes a glance instead. ]

Marty, huh? How's it been a bad month, aside from really misbehaved dogs upstairs and a lack of good radio stations?

[deloreandriver]

Ahh you know, when the lights go out the monsters start swarming everywhere.

[Marty shrugs. He wasn't used to dealing with monsters, just punks and jerks.]

We were down on Floor 15 until the power went off, but I'm thinkin' about asking the Doc to leave this stuff up here so I don't have to haul it back up next time.

[rocketboobs]

Talk about sucksville, I bet lugging all that stuff was a pain...

[ Here, she crosses her arms behind her head. She's used to dealing with man-made stuff. Cops, guns, assassins, giant spider machines, matches of deathball and tagger's tag, spray paint, tanks... you know, normal 17-year old rudie stuff. ]

There's more than those nasty dogs? Man, I really have to find a weapon...

[deloreandriver]

Yeah! There was this really freaky giant spider thing running around for a while.

[He pauses, considering.]

Then there's the dark spots. I mean, the shadows move, you know? One of them moved underneath me, right, and it started to gnaw on me or something. It wouldn't let go so I had to pull my foot out. It ate my shoe.

[rocketboobs]

[ ... She gapes, then squeals just slightly. That's HORRIFYING. ]

Ew! Oh my god, it had better NOT touch my skates!! Or me! Or my outfit!

[ aklshdlkdjfhg NOT HER BABIES!!! ]

[cutestprogrammer]

[Chihiro is drawn by the smell of pancakes. Did this mean they have food again? 'She' goes to the source and 'her' eyes widen at the sight of the pancake machine. Being adapt at machines and programming, little Chihiro is fascinated by the machine and starts studying it from all sides. 'Her' hunger forgotten for now.]

[deloreandriver]

[Marty watches her look over the machine, sort of smiling.]

Pretty neat, huh?

[cutestprogrammer]

It is! Did you make this?

[deloreandriver]

Nah, Doc did. I just know how to work it.

[cutestprogrammer]

Doc?

Oh, I see. [then his tummy grumbles and he blushes in great embarrassment]

[deloreandriver]

You hungry?

[He can do that. Have a plate of pancakes. Also, have a bottle of water. After that whole fiasco with Tetra, Marty wasn't giving ANY coffee to people who looked like kids.]

So how's things? You new around here?

[cutestprogrammer]

I am...

Eh? But... I-I can't take all that! What would you eat?

[Apart from accidentally eating a bit of some butter that turns out to be made from a friend...] I'm doing alright! I arrived here last month.