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hfm_logs2015-11-08 09:31 am
jonesiseverywhere) wrote in hfm_logs2015-11-08 09:31 am
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[Open] One major problem with outer space is that you can't skate in it...
Warnings: Swearing, flagrant disregard for safety
Location: From the Spire to the Bro Apartment
Characters: Casey, whoever he collides with
When: September 12th, slightly backdated to the morning of.
Summary: Casey wakes up on the spire after two eventful years at home. He gets antsy and overstimulated. And speedy.
The closest thing Casey had to compare it to was waking up after spacing out at school. Last time he'd been really awake, he and his friends had been staring down the barrel of the entire Triceraton battle fleet in a tiny little spaceship. It had been time to take action, get into battle positions, and...
Well, run away. But in a cool, heroic way of course.
But now he was standing back on the spire in Freesia. He'd thought about it off and on over the course of the two years, during the time when things weren't crazy enough on their own. He'd never mentioned it to his friends, he hadn't even been totally sure it was real. Well, now he WAS sure, and...
And now what? He was...trapped again? The freedom of space, the adventure, the new horizons, the endless new ways to be a badass...well, so much for that? Or maybe he'd been brought back because his job here hadn't been finished. But then why send him back at all...?
He was angry, but it was the mindless, useless anger that took over when he didn't want to be scared or sad, the kind that drove him until he could think of a reason to stop being angry. It didn't seem to make any sense, but adrenaline could keep him from thinking about it until he got back home. Well, to his home here and the apartment probably wouldn't get sucked into a black hole, which was a plus.
And at least this gave him a chance to do something he's always wanted to try: Grinding the railing of the Spire's stairs all the way down. That turned out to be way harder than he thought. The effort to stay upright and the constant spinning meant he lost his balance once or twice (though he managed to teeter towards the few-foot drop of the stairs and not the much longer drop in the other direction) and when he finally hits the bottom he's almost too dizzy to skate straight.
He doesn't want to stop or slow down though, not until he knows his friends are OK. It doesn't even occur to him that he hasn't been gone all THAT long in Freesia time, not with the weird lump in his gut crowding out every other thought. He's only really left himself less likely to be able to brake in time, but when has that ever stopped him...
Location: From the Spire to the Bro Apartment
Characters: Casey, whoever he collides with
When: September 12th, slightly backdated to the morning of.
Summary: Casey wakes up on the spire after two eventful years at home. He gets antsy and overstimulated. And speedy.
The closest thing Casey had to compare it to was waking up after spacing out at school. Last time he'd been really awake, he and his friends had been staring down the barrel of the entire Triceraton battle fleet in a tiny little spaceship. It had been time to take action, get into battle positions, and...
Well, run away. But in a cool, heroic way of course.
But now he was standing back on the spire in Freesia. He'd thought about it off and on over the course of the two years, during the time when things weren't crazy enough on their own. He'd never mentioned it to his friends, he hadn't even been totally sure it was real. Well, now he WAS sure, and...
And now what? He was...trapped again? The freedom of space, the adventure, the new horizons, the endless new ways to be a badass...well, so much for that? Or maybe he'd been brought back because his job here hadn't been finished. But then why send him back at all...?
He was angry, but it was the mindless, useless anger that took over when he didn't want to be scared or sad, the kind that drove him until he could think of a reason to stop being angry. It didn't seem to make any sense, but adrenaline could keep him from thinking about it until he got back home. Well, to his home here and the apartment probably wouldn't get sucked into a black hole, which was a plus.
And at least this gave him a chance to do something he's always wanted to try: Grinding the railing of the Spire's stairs all the way down. That turned out to be way harder than he thought. The effort to stay upright and the constant spinning meant he lost his balance once or twice (though he managed to teeter towards the few-foot drop of the stairs and not the much longer drop in the other direction) and when he finally hits the bottom he's almost too dizzy to skate straight.
He doesn't want to stop or slow down though, not until he knows his friends are OK. It doesn't even occur to him that he hasn't been gone all THAT long in Freesia time, not with the weird lump in his gut crowding out every other thought. He's only really left himself less likely to be able to brake in time, but when has that ever stopped him...
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Looks like everything's in order. Taller, little broader, more muscle on him. Probably as tall as he's gonna get but- hey. Teenagers can surprise him. Nothing too terrible strange pops up on the scans.
He can live with that.
"All clear, kid. Eat your pie."
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"Yeah, well, they told us that humans were the dumb ones, like one of those numbers where they hijack all our TV signals to tell us they were gonna wipe us out. So they set up this black hole generator in the middle of the city, and we know it's about to go down for real."
He doesn't stop talking through the scan, and once it's over, he flips around in the chair, prompting an annoyed rrr from Delilah.
"So we get all our friends to come help in the fight, and we stop the Triceratons from settin' it off but we also can't kick their butts off our planet and they go to charge generator up again...so my friend April gets the bright idea to go talk to friggin' Shredder and get his help-OW!"
He didn't know he was squeezing Delilah as hard as he was until she expresses her displeasure in the direct language of kittens: by biting his hand. Between this and Ice Cream Kitty sharking people in card games? All cats are jerks. Casey lets her jump back to the floor, which is all the better to focus on the pie. Bones still makes the best pie and it helps soothe the anger he had worked himself up to a moment before.