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legionworld2016-11-01 04:43 pm
walkingballpit) wrote in legionworld2016-11-01 04:43 pm
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Who| Robbie Baldwin and OPEN
What| Talking? It's hard to say what if you don't even know who.
Where| The Habitat Deck, more specifically Robbie's little section of it. His is comprised of Mount Wundagore, mainly, and aside from the mountain not much else. As it doesn't take up as much of a footprint as normal, most of the view is of other people's areas. The entrance to the base is very high up on an open deck, which has a very nice view of Central Park. Good thing everyone has a flight ring.
When| The day after everyone's safely returned from Murderworld, anytime between 06:00 and 10:00.
Warnings/Notes|
Robbie has unintentionally discovered something wonderful.
He was up too early, having woken up from some dream that he can't remember and given up on tossing and turning in bed. Now, it seems that, if he's up before 06:00 and if he leaves the mess hall immediately after getting a coffee and a bacon and egg sandwich - actually tofu and fungus, but he prefers to not think about it - he can apparently make it to his section of the Habitat Deck in time to watch the artificial sunrise over Central Park.
As an added homey bonus, his sandwich is the exact lukewarm temperature of a street cart sandwich, and the coffee is only mildly scalding. It's actually... nice, and he can see why apartments with a good view of the Park go for so many millions. Of course, if this was really a New York balcony, he wouldn't be sitting on the edge with his feet dangling in the wind (people would call the cops, and there'd be news vans for sure).
But he is King-on-the-Mountain at the moment, and this mountain runs on his rules. Robbie just wants some peace and quiet so the gnawing uncertainty of the past few days will wear off. Everyone's fine, and he should stop being a spaz and come up with a few quality Arcade jokes to harass people with later. Then he should see about drawing the Anthora cup and asking if they can use them at the mess. That's what this needs.
[ For Brainy ]
He's spent most of the day being quiet, tucking away thoughts about old students and his friends. He never saw the evidence of Arcade's tournament, on his Earth, but Robbie knows who was drafted into it. He knows that Ken and some of the others didn't survive it.
That's why he took as much of the day as he dared to let himself dwell on what happen and what might've happened, because the hypothetical endings can be more upsetting than the real one. They're the ones that stick in his min. He's gotten very good at visualizing last moments.
He can't keep doing that indefinitely, though. Eventually, someone would ask him where he's been all day, and that's why Robbie is here - concocting an alibi.
Okay, sure, this is also following through on a promise and proving a point. He would've tried to drag Querl off for a night on the planet eventually, but the timing is entirely due to the events on Harrub. After the whole day thinking about dead friends - how he's gotten some back and might've lost them again, plus more - Robbie wants a few hours where he doesn't have to think about it, any of it. That means not being alone, not being in uniform, and not being with the New Warriors.
Music so loud that he can't hear himself think, that would be good too, but he's amenable to the where and what of it. The fact is, ambushing Brainy is the only option that doesn't look random - and... hell, he really does want to win that little argument. Querl had hung up on him in the middle of his repartee.
And so, Robbie waits in a nook of the hallway that connects the lab to the nearest restroom. He's not about to jump the Coluan in his chair, not after the quantum glue threat.
What| Talking? It's hard to say what if you don't even know who.
Where| The Habitat Deck, more specifically Robbie's little section of it. His is comprised of Mount Wundagore, mainly, and aside from the mountain not much else. As it doesn't take up as much of a footprint as normal, most of the view is of other people's areas. The entrance to the base is very high up on an open deck, which has a very nice view of Central Park. Good thing everyone has a flight ring.
When| The day after everyone's safely returned from Murderworld, anytime between 06:00 and 10:00.
Warnings/Notes|
Robbie has unintentionally discovered something wonderful.
He was up too early, having woken up from some dream that he can't remember and given up on tossing and turning in bed. Now, it seems that, if he's up before 06:00 and if he leaves the mess hall immediately after getting a coffee and a bacon and egg sandwich - actually tofu and fungus, but he prefers to not think about it - he can apparently make it to his section of the Habitat Deck in time to watch the artificial sunrise over Central Park.
As an added homey bonus, his sandwich is the exact lukewarm temperature of a street cart sandwich, and the coffee is only mildly scalding. It's actually... nice, and he can see why apartments with a good view of the Park go for so many millions. Of course, if this was really a New York balcony, he wouldn't be sitting on the edge with his feet dangling in the wind (people would call the cops, and there'd be news vans for sure).
But he is King-on-the-Mountain at the moment, and this mountain runs on his rules. Robbie just wants some peace and quiet so the gnawing uncertainty of the past few days will wear off. Everyone's fine, and he should stop being a spaz and come up with a few quality Arcade jokes to harass people with later. Then he should see about drawing the Anthora cup and asking if they can use them at the mess. That's what this needs.
[ For Brainy ]
He's spent most of the day being quiet, tucking away thoughts about old students and his friends. He never saw the evidence of Arcade's tournament, on his Earth, but Robbie knows who was drafted into it. He knows that Ken and some of the others didn't survive it.
That's why he took as much of the day as he dared to let himself dwell on what happen and what might've happened, because the hypothetical endings can be more upsetting than the real one. They're the ones that stick in his min. He's gotten very good at visualizing last moments.
He can't keep doing that indefinitely, though. Eventually, someone would ask him where he's been all day, and that's why Robbie is here - concocting an alibi.
Okay, sure, this is also following through on a promise and proving a point. He would've tried to drag Querl off for a night on the planet eventually, but the timing is entirely due to the events on Harrub. After the whole day thinking about dead friends - how he's gotten some back and might've lost them again, plus more - Robbie wants a few hours where he doesn't have to think about it, any of it. That means not being alone, not being in uniform, and not being with the New Warriors.
Music so loud that he can't hear himself think, that would be good too, but he's amenable to the where and what of it. The fact is, ambushing Brainy is the only option that doesn't look random - and... hell, he really does want to win that little argument. Querl had hung up on him in the middle of his repartee.
And so, Robbie waits in a nook of the hallway that connects the lab to the nearest restroom. He's not about to jump the Coluan in his chair, not after the quantum glue threat.