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towerofanimus2013-08-30 11:24 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-08-30 11:24 pm
Jobs and Promises
Characters: This nervous blonde man and YOU! Featuring threads addressed specifically for Amelia Jones and Sertoria, plus any others that come up in the near future.
Setting: On August 30th – first floor dorms, the workshop (floor fifteen), the laboratory (floor twenty-seven), and the gym (floor thirty-nine), respectively. Might add more prompts as stuff happens.
Format: Starting action-spam, can match as always!
Summary: Rick got his collar checkup yesterday and is finally awake enough to do all the things he's promised people/jobs/other! Activities include making clothes, doing collar science things, and getting the snot punched out of him by a robot. Also his abilities are fully-functioning, so there is obligatory morning cat patrol.
Warnings: Maybe some violence or minor injury in the gym prompt (I hope not). EDIT: dinosaur vs. shark in the thread with Yotsuba!
First Floor Dorms – Morning Cat Patrol – OPEN
[Finally, after nearly a month of confusion, anguish, and mental silence, Rick awoke feeling refreshed and more or less back to normal. His collar was once again its usual bright blue, his mind was abuzz with the happy voices of the creatures that he'd missed so much--]
[--most prominent of which was Rusty the cat, who was exceptionally anxious about his territory and the fact that it hasn't been scented and patrolled for an insufferable amount of time. This absolutely must be rectified before anything else can be done, and as Rick understands, attempting to placate Rusty when he's on a mission only results in a very persistent distraction, which will keep him from getting anything accomplished regardless. He caves in without argument to the cat's demands.]
[Residents and visitors of the first floor dorms will most likely see the large orange feline roaming the floor and rubbing himself against many surfaces, including the walls, terminals, open doors, legs, and the like.]
Workshop – Shirts with holes in the back – PARTIALLY OPEN (initial meeting with Amelia, after meeting is open)
[Now it was time to catch up on work. First and foremost, Rick needed to keep his promise to Amelia, to take measurements and start making some clothes for her. The idea of her possibly not being human kept cropping up in his thoughts, simultaneously piquing his curiosity and unnerving him to the task at hand. Sure, he'd made simple clothes before, but...how was he supposed to modify those patterns for someone of a different species? Hopefully it would just be a matter of extending and contracting the preexisting template, and not having to scrap it entirely.]
[He arrives early in the afternoon, and will work with Amelia through the afternoon itself. Of course, she was only really needed for measurements; after she leaves, Rick will stick around the workshop to start actually making the clothes requested of him for at least another hour, quietly and diligently working near one of the back tables with a pair of scissors, some makeshift patterns, and a pile of fabric candidates.]
Laboratory (Floor 27) – SCIENCE – OPEN
[Rick was already running a bit later than he wanted to be, so he skipped cleaning the morgue (which he'd already done several times this week) in favor of checking in on the lab and the ongoing research of clear collar fluid. Not that he could even begin to guess what was going on right now—all the equipment and various blurbs of scattered technical writing went completely over his head.]
[He did, however, notice a sink of used beakers, and quite a few pages of notes lying haphazardly throughout the work area. Making sure his hands were thoroughly wrapped in heavyweight cloth, Rick set to work giving the lab a thorough cleaning, transcribing and sorting papers when he came across them. It was a dull but rewarding task which Rick invested himself in fully—so much that he might miss if anyone else were to visit, or if anyone was working around him to begin with.]
Gym (Floor 39) – Training – CLOSED to Sertoria
[And now for the activity that Rick was simultaneously looking forward to the most and also dreading: training with Sertoria.]
[They'd agreed, as a (sort of) apology, that Rick could use some physical and mental conditioning to better deal with the Tower's lovely surprises, and naturally Sertoria had offered this service for him. Given his generally terrible state of being since then, though, Rick was in no position to start this training until today. He made sure to mention this to her whenever he found her during his Tower circuit, and now that the rest of his menial tasks were done, he could invest himself fully without having to worry about exhaustion (or more likely, crippling injury).]
[Rick walks into the gym with a smile, but the hesitation in his gait no doubt lets on that he is very weary of being tested. The pudgy man has never been especially active, and knowing (or in his case, anticipating and greatly overestimating) Sertoria's abilities, being faced with her in some sort of staged combat makes him reasonably apprehensive. Hopefully this will be worth it, for the sake of his well-being and for the time he'll get to spend with his friend.]
[Hopefully.]
Setting: On August 30th – first floor dorms, the workshop (floor fifteen), the laboratory (floor twenty-seven), and the gym (floor thirty-nine), respectively. Might add more prompts as stuff happens.
Format: Starting action-spam, can match as always!
Summary: Rick got his collar checkup yesterday and is finally awake enough to do all the things he's promised people/jobs/other! Activities include making clothes, doing collar science things, and getting the snot punched out of him by a robot. Also his abilities are fully-functioning, so there is obligatory morning cat patrol.
Warnings: Maybe some violence or minor injury in the gym prompt (I hope not). EDIT: dinosaur vs. shark in the thread with Yotsuba!
First Floor Dorms – Morning Cat Patrol – OPEN
[Finally, after nearly a month of confusion, anguish, and mental silence, Rick awoke feeling refreshed and more or less back to normal. His collar was once again its usual bright blue, his mind was abuzz with the happy voices of the creatures that he'd missed so much--]
[--most prominent of which was Rusty the cat, who was exceptionally anxious about his territory and the fact that it hasn't been scented and patrolled for an insufferable amount of time. This absolutely must be rectified before anything else can be done, and as Rick understands, attempting to placate Rusty when he's on a mission only results in a very persistent distraction, which will keep him from getting anything accomplished regardless. He caves in without argument to the cat's demands.]
[Residents and visitors of the first floor dorms will most likely see the large orange feline roaming the floor and rubbing himself against many surfaces, including the walls, terminals, open doors, legs, and the like.]
Workshop – Shirts with holes in the back – PARTIALLY OPEN (initial meeting with Amelia, after meeting is open)
[Now it was time to catch up on work. First and foremost, Rick needed to keep his promise to Amelia, to take measurements and start making some clothes for her. The idea of her possibly not being human kept cropping up in his thoughts, simultaneously piquing his curiosity and unnerving him to the task at hand. Sure, he'd made simple clothes before, but...how was he supposed to modify those patterns for someone of a different species? Hopefully it would just be a matter of extending and contracting the preexisting template, and not having to scrap it entirely.]
[He arrives early in the afternoon, and will work with Amelia through the afternoon itself. Of course, she was only really needed for measurements; after she leaves, Rick will stick around the workshop to start actually making the clothes requested of him for at least another hour, quietly and diligently working near one of the back tables with a pair of scissors, some makeshift patterns, and a pile of fabric candidates.]
Laboratory (Floor 27) – SCIENCE – OPEN
[Rick was already running a bit later than he wanted to be, so he skipped cleaning the morgue (which he'd already done several times this week) in favor of checking in on the lab and the ongoing research of clear collar fluid. Not that he could even begin to guess what was going on right now—all the equipment and various blurbs of scattered technical writing went completely over his head.]
[He did, however, notice a sink of used beakers, and quite a few pages of notes lying haphazardly throughout the work area. Making sure his hands were thoroughly wrapped in heavyweight cloth, Rick set to work giving the lab a thorough cleaning, transcribing and sorting papers when he came across them. It was a dull but rewarding task which Rick invested himself in fully—so much that he might miss if anyone else were to visit, or if anyone was working around him to begin with.]
Gym (Floor 39) – Training – CLOSED to Sertoria
[And now for the activity that Rick was simultaneously looking forward to the most and also dreading: training with Sertoria.]
[They'd agreed, as a (sort of) apology, that Rick could use some physical and mental conditioning to better deal with the Tower's lovely surprises, and naturally Sertoria had offered this service for him. Given his generally terrible state of being since then, though, Rick was in no position to start this training until today. He made sure to mention this to her whenever he found her during his Tower circuit, and now that the rest of his menial tasks were done, he could invest himself fully without having to worry about exhaustion (or more likely, crippling injury).]
[Rick walks into the gym with a smile, but the hesitation in his gait no doubt lets on that he is very weary of being tested. The pudgy man has never been especially active, and knowing (or in his case, anticipating and greatly overestimating) Sertoria's abilities, being faced with her in some sort of staged combat makes him reasonably apprehensive. Hopefully this will be worth it, for the sake of his well-being and for the time he'll get to spend with his friend.]
[Hopefully.]
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You're welcome!~ Yotsuba will find the fabric then! Do your best!
[And with that, Yotsuba would run to the piles of materials and start searching for a good piece of fabric that they could use. There were quite a lot of things in here, which meant that it would take awhile, as Yotsuba could be easily distracted by new and shiny things.
As she searched, she found a large roll of fabric that-to her-was colored like the sunset. Instantly, her eyes widened in excitement.]
Oh!~ This one's super pretty, Rick!
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[Yeah, better keep an eye out for that. Rick diligently gets to work, drawing out a pattern on tracing paper with a practiced hand. He looks up often to make sure that Yotsuba hasn't wandered too far and has heeded his warnings, occasionally calling when she's doing something that worries him.]
[By the time the child's done her part, Rick is just finishing up cutting out the pattern. He brings it with him when he answers Yotsuba's summons.]
...Oh yeah! That's v-very nice. [...Kind of garish, Rick had to admit. But at least she won't get lost in a crowd, right? As long as Yotsuba likes it, he's fine.] Is this w-what you w-want?
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Yeah! Yotsuba wants this one! How are you going to put the pattern on though?
[Yotsuba held the fabric up for Rick to take, happily watching him all the while.]
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Well it's...you d-don't really p-put on the p-pattern, it's...m-more of an o-outline. See...?
[He leans down and holds up the pattern to Yotsuba's front, judging its size. It is purposefully much larger than the end result, but Rick nods, apparently satisfied.]
...That sh--should work. Now I j-just c-cut out this sh--shape and s-sew it up--like...t-tracing. [He pulls a face.] ...But with s-scissors.
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However, being a good artist, Yotsuba had no idea what tracing was.]
Oh..okay then! But what's tracing?!
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[Rick shrugs, motioning for Yotsuba to follow and watch as he sets back up at the workbench.]
...Guess I-I'll just sh--show you! See...
[He folds the fabric in half and places the pattern over-top, then pins it in place.]
...the p-pattern makes a g-guide for m-me to f-follow, so I know w-what sh--shape to c-cut out.
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Really?! That's awesome! Can Yotsuba cut out the shape?!
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...Okay. B-But it's y-your f-first time, so I-I'll help you, a-alright?
[he's very picky about keeping his lines even]
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Okay! You cut it with the scissors, right?!
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[That's all they have available that Rick's willing to use, anyways. He pats his hand on the table to motion Yotsuba to hop up (and if she can't, he'll pick her up himself).]
Now it d-doesn't have to be t-too n-neat, since this g-goes on the i-inside, but you sh--should still be c-careful...
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Okay! Don't worry, Rick! I'll be super careful!~
[And with that, she would sit down and start to cut out the pattern. At first, she did fine..but eventually, her hand slipped up and she cut a bit too far to the left.]
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...There we go! G-Great work. [Yotsuba gets a friendly pat on the back for her efforts while he attempts to retrieve the scissors.] Now I-I'll just c-cut out the s-sleeves, s-s-sew it up...and w-we're done!
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Okay then! We did great then! It'll be an awesome shirt!