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towerofanimus2013-10-02 03:53 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2013-10-02 03:53 pm
Regains and Such
Characters: Rick and anyone else!
Setting: All day on October 2nd; prompts are floor 100, floor 26 (morgue), then floor 27 (laboratory).
Format: Starting action-spam, will match though!
Summary: Rick has feels about his regain, then goes about his usual jobs in the Tower.
Warnings: Rick has feels.
Floor 100
[The park was always most pleasant in the early fall. Its trees' bright orange and yellow leaves basked the fountain square in a perpetual glow of warmth despite the crisp weather, shielded from the main street and lakeside venues like a grotto within a wild forest--the cut stone path would be the uneven pebbles by the shore of a creek, and the fountain its burbling currents.]
[Pumpkin tea would not have been Rick's first choice of beverage to consume whilst resting in this clearing. But then again, he wouldn't have chosen to sit on the ground, either, since the bench shaded by the old oak wouldn't have been a hologram. The warm drink might've held more weight if he could feel the occasional gust of wind that very clearly rustled the loose leaves around him.]
[All of this is well and fine. Rick doesn't need the physical feedback of floor 100 to remember sitting in this park and all the feelings associated with that. It does help, though, now that he's found his wallet in his trunk--which in itself wasn't terribly important, and neither was the money, cards, receipts or other random scraps and notes and identification found within.]
[The small picture in the front pocket seems to have done a much better job at catching his eye.]
[He sits at the end of the room facing the holographic fountain, alternating between staring at the photograph and nursing his tea in listless silence.]
Morgue/Laboratory
[Of course, Rick can't stay in the park forever. It isn't until well into the afternoon when he finally gets around to his other tasks, namely cleaning the morgue and his usual collar fluid-related duties, and he'll be oddly distracted when he does. His mind is obviously somewhere else.]
[Someone should probably snap him out of it before he gets stuck in a cold locker or drops a beaker in the sink or something.]
Setting: All day on October 2nd; prompts are floor 100, floor 26 (morgue), then floor 27 (laboratory).
Format: Starting action-spam, will match though!
Summary: Rick has feels about his regain, then goes about his usual jobs in the Tower.
Warnings: Rick has feels.
Floor 100
[The park was always most pleasant in the early fall. Its trees' bright orange and yellow leaves basked the fountain square in a perpetual glow of warmth despite the crisp weather, shielded from the main street and lakeside venues like a grotto within a wild forest--the cut stone path would be the uneven pebbles by the shore of a creek, and the fountain its burbling currents.]
[Pumpkin tea would not have been Rick's first choice of beverage to consume whilst resting in this clearing. But then again, he wouldn't have chosen to sit on the ground, either, since the bench shaded by the old oak wouldn't have been a hologram. The warm drink might've held more weight if he could feel the occasional gust of wind that very clearly rustled the loose leaves around him.]
[All of this is well and fine. Rick doesn't need the physical feedback of floor 100 to remember sitting in this park and all the feelings associated with that. It does help, though, now that he's found his wallet in his trunk--which in itself wasn't terribly important, and neither was the money, cards, receipts or other random scraps and notes and identification found within.]
[The small picture in the front pocket seems to have done a much better job at catching his eye.]
[He sits at the end of the room facing the holographic fountain, alternating between staring at the photograph and nursing his tea in listless silence.]
Morgue/Laboratory
[Of course, Rick can't stay in the park forever. It isn't until well into the afternoon when he finally gets around to his other tasks, namely cleaning the morgue and his usual collar fluid-related duties, and he'll be oddly distracted when he does. His mind is obviously somewhere else.]
[Someone should probably snap him out of it before he gets stuck in a cold locker or drops a beaker in the sink or something.]
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[Oh right--the ring. His new gift actually makes for a convenient carrying case, so he doesn't have to worry about it falling out of his pocket or something equally dreadful.]
No, not--w-well I m-mean...a-actually yes. K-Kind of. [Rick pulls a face.] Not in i-its, uh--p-p-presentation, I g-guess? But--well, here.
[He retrieves his wallet from the depths of his pocket. It's a simple leather affair, black and scuffed in the corners, thick with various documents and cards and the like. Rick fiddles with the outside flap.]
...I a-always did...f-forget my w-wallet at h-home.
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...W-well, that's g-good... I mean, unless it's not...
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--Th--That's the thing, though...it is...g-good.
[The contents are displayed: sections full of cards, old receipts, identification...Rick's a bit of a hoarder, apparently. Some of them are several years old.]
[The infamous picture, mentioned in the prompt, is safely tucked in its appropriate laminated pocket.]
...I-It's like...my w-whole l-life, all in o-one place...
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But, it did seem to have something to it. A kind of value that Veronica was unfamiliar with. She just stood there for a moment, a bit confused. At least Rick had something from home now.]
Uh... wow, it's really cool. But, how did you find it?
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[There's a long pause; then he laughs, going pink with embarrassment.]
...S-Sorry, I...I g-guess it d-doesn't look like m-much. I'm j-just ah...a l-little s-s-sentimental is all. I p-probably s-sound pretty s-s-silly right now.
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N-no, no, it's alright.
It's good that you got something that makes you happy. I'm glad that you did.
[She looks down at herself, a thoughtful expression on her face.]
Wonder if I'll get anything from home.
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...Y-You'd p-probably know how to u-use your t-time b-better, if y-you got s-s-something.
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Maybe. Don't even know what I'd get if I did.
...Hey, there's a lot to do, but everyone's working as hard as they can. I miss home too. We'll get things fixed eventually. Then we can all go home again.
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...You're r-right. I--I g-guess I'm j-just a l-little c-c-conflicted is all. A-After the...ah...last "g-g-gift," I'm not s-sure w-what to think a-about g-getting stuff f-from home. I m-mean, the m-m-meaning of the r-ring was...o-obvious. But...w-what are they t-trying to t-tell me now?
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[She wish she knew though, so Rick would stop worrying.]
Maybe they want us to cherish the good times we had.
...Or maybe they're just assholes.
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--W-Well I w-won't a-argue with that--e-except for Zo, I g-guess. And...well R-Riki s-seems okay, t-too. And I th--think he g-gave me this, s-so...
[He starts gathering up the contents of his wallet, organizing them meticulously before putting them back in their appropriate pockets.]
...Y-Yeah, I'm...thinking a-about this too much. I'm s-sure it's f-fine.
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Don't want it falling into the ocean, or losing it on the beach or something.
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Heh...I h-had a h-hard e-e-enough time r-r-remembering to leave the h-house with it. [He tucks the wallet back into his front pocket.] ...B-But I h-had a lot m-more s-stuff to k-keep track of, then. This...Th--This is all I h-have left.
...I w-won't lose it.