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legionworld2016-12-26 11:32 pm
turntex) wrote in legionworld2016-12-26 11:32 pm
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Who| Dave Strider & anyone who happens to wander by!
What| We're bringing some arts and crafts and democracy to Legion World. It's good for stress relief.
Where| Some random hallway and empty room aboard the ship.
When| After Valor's Day.
Warnings/Notes| Use any style you want, I'll match!
Gathering Supplies
It's cool that all their basic needs are accommodated here. Seriously, it's nice to be able to just flop down in the mess hall and chow down on real food that was just prepared and waiting for him -- not a luxury Dave has ever had before waking up in the spacefuture.
However, it makes getting together the supplies he needs for the project he has in mind a but tougher.
After a fair bit of searching around and bothering everyone from the kitchen workers to random janitors, Dave's been pretty successful. So now he can be found walking down a hallway of the ship, just barely managing to carry two boxes packed full of empty cans. He's doing a pretty good job of balancing one box atop the other and peeking over the top of that to watch where he's going, all without knocking loose any of the cans piled on the top.
Or...maybe not. One finally rolls off the top and bounces across the ground with a metallic clanging. There's a mumbled curse, and Dave stops dead for a few moments, staring down the loose can on the floor like he's trying to figure out how to retrieve it without having to put down the rest of his precariously balanced load.
Welcome to Can Town
Eventually, one craves familiar comforts. That's where Can Town comes into play.
Dave's taken over an empty room he found on the ship, what was probably meant to be a storage space or something that hasn't been put into use yet. Whatever its original purpose was, it's now home to a whole bunch of empty cans and a few boxes of colorful chalk, the latter of which he'd had to take a trip down to Earth for. The bulk of these supplies are tucked out of the way in a corner while Dave works, starting at the opposite wall.
It'd been a strange little project of the Mayor's, back on the meteor. Dave had admittedly just raised an eyebrow at it when he first wandered in on the weird little alien dude making buildings out of cans and drawing roads and trees and backgrounds around them with chalk. But eventually everyone on board had contributed at least a little. There wasn't exactly a ton to do for those three years on the meteor, after all, and working on Can Town was honestly kind of soothing. The Mayor was constant company in there, and it was pretty nice to just chill and draw and plan out the town's infrastructure.
It's not quite the same here. Too quiet, for one thing, working by himself. Not like the Mayor had ever been a big talker, but he'd provided a comforting but of background noise. The click and scrape and clack of his exoskeletony limbs on the hard floor, the gentle tapping on metal on metal as he worked on a new library or whatever, the quiet chewing of green chalk if they didn't keep on eye on him around the stuff...
Dang, Dave misses that little guy. The Mayor was the fucking best.
Still, this is pretty nice for the familiarity of it all, and Dave's sure the Mayor would appreciate his dedication to the project. The original Can Town is probably somewhere down in the meteor on the Hab Deck, but it was pretty much finished anyway after three years of work, and it feels wrong to work on it without its beloved leader. Better to just start fresh. The Mayor's town had been much more suburban and that was cool and all, but you work from what you know. Dave's angling for more of a Can City, with a few simple can towers already erected and a skyline full of tall buildings in progress on one wall, part of a sky scribbled in with red chalk to help the buildings pop more.
The door is left open and Dave's working on the wall directly opposite it, so it's not unreasonable that someone might catch a glimpse and poke their head in to see what the hell is going on in here. Or, alternatively, that someone might be drawn in by the sudden cacophonous sound of clanging hollow metal and a "shit, fuck," from Dave, a stray can rolling across the room and out the door.
There's a reason why he'd normally left the civic construction to the Mayor. Dave had -- and still has, evidently -- a tendency to accidentally bump and knock over his buildings while working on them. Whoops.
What| We're bringing some arts and crafts and democracy to Legion World. It's good for stress relief.
Where| Some random hallway and empty room aboard the ship.
When| After Valor's Day.
Warnings/Notes| Use any style you want, I'll match!
Gathering Supplies
It's cool that all their basic needs are accommodated here. Seriously, it's nice to be able to just flop down in the mess hall and chow down on real food that was just prepared and waiting for him -- not a luxury Dave has ever had before waking up in the spacefuture.
However, it makes getting together the supplies he needs for the project he has in mind a but tougher.
After a fair bit of searching around and bothering everyone from the kitchen workers to random janitors, Dave's been pretty successful. So now he can be found walking down a hallway of the ship, just barely managing to carry two boxes packed full of empty cans. He's doing a pretty good job of balancing one box atop the other and peeking over the top of that to watch where he's going, all without knocking loose any of the cans piled on the top.
Or...maybe not. One finally rolls off the top and bounces across the ground with a metallic clanging. There's a mumbled curse, and Dave stops dead for a few moments, staring down the loose can on the floor like he's trying to figure out how to retrieve it without having to put down the rest of his precariously balanced load.
Welcome to Can Town
Eventually, one craves familiar comforts. That's where Can Town comes into play.
Dave's taken over an empty room he found on the ship, what was probably meant to be a storage space or something that hasn't been put into use yet. Whatever its original purpose was, it's now home to a whole bunch of empty cans and a few boxes of colorful chalk, the latter of which he'd had to take a trip down to Earth for. The bulk of these supplies are tucked out of the way in a corner while Dave works, starting at the opposite wall.
It'd been a strange little project of the Mayor's, back on the meteor. Dave had admittedly just raised an eyebrow at it when he first wandered in on the weird little alien dude making buildings out of cans and drawing roads and trees and backgrounds around them with chalk. But eventually everyone on board had contributed at least a little. There wasn't exactly a ton to do for those three years on the meteor, after all, and working on Can Town was honestly kind of soothing. The Mayor was constant company in there, and it was pretty nice to just chill and draw and plan out the town's infrastructure.
It's not quite the same here. Too quiet, for one thing, working by himself. Not like the Mayor had ever been a big talker, but he'd provided a comforting but of background noise. The click and scrape and clack of his exoskeletony limbs on the hard floor, the gentle tapping on metal on metal as he worked on a new library or whatever, the quiet chewing of green chalk if they didn't keep on eye on him around the stuff...
Dang, Dave misses that little guy. The Mayor was the fucking best.
Still, this is pretty nice for the familiarity of it all, and Dave's sure the Mayor would appreciate his dedication to the project. The original Can Town is probably somewhere down in the meteor on the Hab Deck, but it was pretty much finished anyway after three years of work, and it feels wrong to work on it without its beloved leader. Better to just start fresh. The Mayor's town had been much more suburban and that was cool and all, but you work from what you know. Dave's angling for more of a Can City, with a few simple can towers already erected and a skyline full of tall buildings in progress on one wall, part of a sky scribbled in with red chalk to help the buildings pop more.
The door is left open and Dave's working on the wall directly opposite it, so it's not unreasonable that someone might catch a glimpse and poke their head in to see what the hell is going on in here. Or, alternatively, that someone might be drawn in by the sudden cacophonous sound of clanging hollow metal and a "shit, fuck," from Dave, a stray can rolling across the room and out the door.
There's a reason why he'd normally left the civic construction to the Mayor. Dave had -- and still has, evidently -- a tendency to accidentally bump and knock over his buildings while working on them. Whoops.
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