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towerofanimus2014-03-07 05:30 pm
bashfulshifter) wrote in towerofanimus2014-03-07 05:30 pm
Minor Recovery
Characters: Rick and you!
Setting: Dorm floor 1, floor 60 (kitchen), floor 15 (workshop), and floor 48 (graveyard) respectively, from 3/7 to 3/9. Please specify when and where!
Format: Starting action-spam, will match.
Summary: The blonde man is slowly getting back into the swing of things after a very turbulent two months. Includes cooking, sewing, eventually leading to sadder times in the graveyard.
Warnings: Possibly descriptions of injury/death/emotional turmoil. Will update as needed.
Dorm Floor 1/Room 1-16 - Morning - Open
[The cat has been quiet for two months--hardly even made an appearance during the power issues of February, though even then the thoughts of his forms were unpleasantly absent. So it comes as no surprise to Rick that, upon waking up at the end of the first week of March, Rusty is very impatient to get back to patrolling his first-floor hallway territory. It must smell atrociously of those horrid monsters, the cat argues. Why must Rick insist on holding him back from what must be done?]
[Unfortunately, as much as Rick would like the feline to have his way (and hopefully shut up for a few minutes), even several weeks of intensive rest following his fight with Jason have not been enough to heal the blonde man of his wounds--particularly his crushed right hand. The retrieval units did a fine enough job of splinting it, but it hasn't improved very much...hopefully that will change soon.]
[Either way, walking around on a crippled paw does not sound especially helpful in the healing process, so convincing the cat otherwise is a tedious, but necessary process, which he is woken up particularly early to start on. Thankfully the rest of his roommates seem to be early risers as well, so Rick doesn't feel so bad about disturbing the peace when he slips out of bed and begins pacing the first floor dorms. Sure, Rusty can't mark them--but at least Rick is taking a look and making sure everything is in order.]
[It takes several hours to convince the cat that everything is okay. At that point, Rick can finally get on with his day.]
Floor 60 (Kitchen) - Afternoon - Open
[First things first--his work. Rick decides to tackle his cooking job for Reno's group before his Tower-appointed position in the morgue, partially because it's on the way down, partially because he's delaying what waits for him in the cold lockers (and outside of them, as the case may be), but mostly because he's put this task off the longest. This wasn't by choice, mind--he tried very hard last month, but ended up stuck in the fridge as a dinosaur and decided that wasn't the best thing to be doing, so he held off.]
[Now that he has the mental and physical stability to actually cook things, Rick gets into the swing of things with enthusiasm. The dishes he makes at first are simple, practical and will keep well, but as ingredients start running out he has to begin combining things. Suddenly, the line of prepared foods culminates in a pot of fragrant, hearty meat stew. It's entirely too much to keep for long, unfortunately; Rick can only hope that someone comes by to help him eat some while it's still fresh. Since passerby can probably smell it from the landing, attracting patrons should be easy enough.]
Floor 15 (Workshop) - Late Afternoon - Open
[There are many events that Rick's missed--not even in the last two months, but far longer. Unable to make presents for Christmas, missed birthdays, missed thanks...Rick isn't sure he'll ever be able to make up for his social missteps at this point, and the more he worries about them the more overwhelmed he feels about how far behind he is. It's occupied his mind for entirely too long now--it's about time he made some kind of dent.]
[At least once a day, Rick brings some fabric and a sewing kit from floor fifty-one to the workshop and dedicates several hours to fiddling with various ideas he has. By the ninth, a few items materialize: half-stuffed plushies of various forms, sturdy gloves lined with leather from the kitchen, several jackets and suits. Even with one hand delaying his progress, Rick works with surprising efficiency, completely oblivious to everything around him while he focuses his craft.]
Floor 48 (Graveyard) - Evening - Open
[Rick didn't realize just how many people had left while he was out of it until he gathered the nerve to visit the graveyard, as he had once made a habit of doing after Sertoria disappeared. Now each visit brings another familiar name, another slew of memories and a half-finished present left at the foot of their frosted graves...]
[He tries not to linger for too long, but it's hard. At times Rick finds himself drifting off standing up, lost in thought for the ones he's missed.]
Setting: Dorm floor 1, floor 60 (kitchen), floor 15 (workshop), and floor 48 (graveyard) respectively, from 3/7 to 3/9. Please specify when and where!
Format: Starting action-spam, will match.
Summary: The blonde man is slowly getting back into the swing of things after a very turbulent two months. Includes cooking, sewing, eventually leading to sadder times in the graveyard.
Warnings: Possibly descriptions of injury/death/emotional turmoil. Will update as needed.
Dorm Floor 1/Room 1-16 - Morning - Open
[The cat has been quiet for two months--hardly even made an appearance during the power issues of February, though even then the thoughts of his forms were unpleasantly absent. So it comes as no surprise to Rick that, upon waking up at the end of the first week of March, Rusty is very impatient to get back to patrolling his first-floor hallway territory. It must smell atrociously of those horrid monsters, the cat argues. Why must Rick insist on holding him back from what must be done?]
[Unfortunately, as much as Rick would like the feline to have his way (and hopefully shut up for a few minutes), even several weeks of intensive rest following his fight with Jason have not been enough to heal the blonde man of his wounds--particularly his crushed right hand. The retrieval units did a fine enough job of splinting it, but it hasn't improved very much...hopefully that will change soon.]
[Either way, walking around on a crippled paw does not sound especially helpful in the healing process, so convincing the cat otherwise is a tedious, but necessary process, which he is woken up particularly early to start on. Thankfully the rest of his roommates seem to be early risers as well, so Rick doesn't feel so bad about disturbing the peace when he slips out of bed and begins pacing the first floor dorms. Sure, Rusty can't mark them--but at least Rick is taking a look and making sure everything is in order.]
[It takes several hours to convince the cat that everything is okay. At that point, Rick can finally get on with his day.]
Floor 60 (Kitchen) - Afternoon - Open
[First things first--his work. Rick decides to tackle his cooking job for Reno's group before his Tower-appointed position in the morgue, partially because it's on the way down, partially because he's delaying what waits for him in the cold lockers (and outside of them, as the case may be), but mostly because he's put this task off the longest. This wasn't by choice, mind--he tried very hard last month, but ended up stuck in the fridge as a dinosaur and decided that wasn't the best thing to be doing, so he held off.]
[Now that he has the mental and physical stability to actually cook things, Rick gets into the swing of things with enthusiasm. The dishes he makes at first are simple, practical and will keep well, but as ingredients start running out he has to begin combining things. Suddenly, the line of prepared foods culminates in a pot of fragrant, hearty meat stew. It's entirely too much to keep for long, unfortunately; Rick can only hope that someone comes by to help him eat some while it's still fresh. Since passerby can probably smell it from the landing, attracting patrons should be easy enough.]
Floor 15 (Workshop) - Late Afternoon - Open
[There are many events that Rick's missed--not even in the last two months, but far longer. Unable to make presents for Christmas, missed birthdays, missed thanks...Rick isn't sure he'll ever be able to make up for his social missteps at this point, and the more he worries about them the more overwhelmed he feels about how far behind he is. It's occupied his mind for entirely too long now--it's about time he made some kind of dent.]
[At least once a day, Rick brings some fabric and a sewing kit from floor fifty-one to the workshop and dedicates several hours to fiddling with various ideas he has. By the ninth, a few items materialize: half-stuffed plushies of various forms, sturdy gloves lined with leather from the kitchen, several jackets and suits. Even with one hand delaying his progress, Rick works with surprising efficiency, completely oblivious to everything around him while he focuses his craft.]
Floor 48 (Graveyard) - Evening - Open
[Rick didn't realize just how many people had left while he was out of it until he gathered the nerve to visit the graveyard, as he had once made a habit of doing after Sertoria disappeared. Now each visit brings another familiar name, another slew of memories and a half-finished present left at the foot of their frosted graves...]
[He tries not to linger for too long, but it's hard. At times Rick finds himself drifting off standing up, lost in thought for the ones he's missed.]
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--O-Of c-course! I, um... [He starts shuffling through his sewing supplies, mostly just to keep his hands busy while he thinks.] ...I-I c-c-could h-help, if y-you'd like. C-Can I a-ask, w-what...?
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[Plus, you know. It'd match his. He's cheesy like that.]
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[His flailing arms finally manage to gather up a sufficient lump of sewing needles and thread. Feeling a bit more confident in this comfortable environment, Rick chances a wry smile.]
...C-Can I a-ask...w-who f-for?
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[Ryoji turns a bright shade of red and fidgets with his scarf, chuckling nervously.]
...Y-Yukiko. She's my girlfriend, you know, and White Day is coming up... she was really good to me on Valentine's Day and I need to make it up to her.
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[Rick nods again, smile brightening.] I u-understand. Sh--She'll l-like this. [Tools collected, Rick hands Ryoji a spool and needle while he untangles one for himself.] Do y-you h-have a, ah...c-color in m-mind? P-Pattern?