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reverielogs2018-05-28 09:17 pm
iustitia) wrote in reverielogs2018-05-28 09:17 pm
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» WHO? Terezi + OPEN
» WHEN? 5/28
» WHERE? mess hall, hallways
» WHAT? fixing the food replicators, chalk drawings on the walls
» WARNINGS? none
[MESS HALL]
[When Dave messaged Terezi about the SORD..... being stuck in a toilet, Terezi had been overcome with the looming feeling of dread that she was next. What stupid creation that she'd alchemized in her youth would come back to haunt her? The FOLLY OF H3R OWN HORR1FY1NGLY S1NC3R3 HUBR1S had a lot of unbelievably moronic skeletons in its closet.
So, when all she found was a package of chalk in her ablutionblock cabinet and a user manual for the food replicators under her nug cushion, she counted herself lucky. Things could have been so much worse. Thank you, shitty screaming space ghosts. Thank you for taking pity on her.
Manual: OPEN
Tools: ACQUIRED
Now she's in the mess hall, getting ready to throw down with one of these dodgy pieces of shit. She is here to fix replicators and chew bubblegum, and she doesn't have any bubblegum because the replicators are too fucked to make her any!!!
Too bad these instructions doesn't make any fucking sense.
She's pried the front panel open and set it aside, exposing its guts of wires and parts. Every tool Terezi could find, wheedle, or borrow is neatly laid out before her on a towel. She doesn't know what half of these are for or if they're even going to be useful, but better safe than sorry.
She takes a deep whiff of the innards of the machine, fixing the colors in her mind, and consults the manual. Unfortunately, it's like an automotive repair book: technically, it tells you everything you need to know about fixing your car. Unfortunately, you need to already know how to fix your car to get the most out of it. Double unfortunately, Terezi has never been elbow-deep in robo guts in her entire life.
This is going to be an Ordeal.
She takes another sniff at the replicators and in the most wondering, amazed voice, she says:]
I have... no idea what the fuck is happening in here.
[HALLWAYS]
[It's been such a long time since Terezi has had some good Alternian chalk. Sure, the fact that they're dyed with wiggler blood is pretty fucked up, but it lends a certain... je ne sais quois to the quality. The smoothness of the lines. The lack of dust. The vibrancy of the taste! You can't get much better than this. She needs to stretch her creative wings and fly, you know?
There's all sorts of chalk drawings on the walls: a map of the much beloved Can Town, the soft pastels of her home forest, an incredibly shitty and elaborate dragon, and the courtroom of the troll justice system that is clearly the centerpiece of her work.
With the reluctance of a dog being told not to eat the cupcake that's just fallen on the ground, Terezi pulls the bright cherry red chalk from her maw and gets back to work on His Honorable Tyranny. No court is complete without a horrifying monster to act as judge over the proceedings and threaten to eat all the criminals, as well as the lawyers.]
» WHEN? 5/28
» WHERE? mess hall, hallways
» WHAT? fixing the food replicators, chalk drawings on the walls
» WARNINGS? none
[MESS HALL]
[When Dave messaged Terezi about the SORD..... being stuck in a toilet, Terezi had been overcome with the looming feeling of dread that she was next. What stupid creation that she'd alchemized in her youth would come back to haunt her? The FOLLY OF H3R OWN HORR1FY1NGLY S1NC3R3 HUBR1S had a lot of unbelievably moronic skeletons in its closet.
So, when all she found was a package of chalk in her ablutionblock cabinet and a user manual for the food replicators under her nug cushion, she counted herself lucky. Things could have been so much worse. Thank you, shitty screaming space ghosts. Thank you for taking pity on her.
Manual: OPEN
Tools: ACQUIRED
Now she's in the mess hall, getting ready to throw down with one of these dodgy pieces of shit. She is here to fix replicators and chew bubblegum, and she doesn't have any bubblegum because the replicators are too fucked to make her any!!!
Too bad these instructions doesn't make any fucking sense.
She's pried the front panel open and set it aside, exposing its guts of wires and parts. Every tool Terezi could find, wheedle, or borrow is neatly laid out before her on a towel. She doesn't know what half of these are for or if they're even going to be useful, but better safe than sorry.
She takes a deep whiff of the innards of the machine, fixing the colors in her mind, and consults the manual. Unfortunately, it's like an automotive repair book: technically, it tells you everything you need to know about fixing your car. Unfortunately, you need to already know how to fix your car to get the most out of it. Double unfortunately, Terezi has never been elbow-deep in robo guts in her entire life.
This is going to be an Ordeal.
She takes another sniff at the replicators and in the most wondering, amazed voice, she says:]
I have... no idea what the fuck is happening in here.
[HALLWAYS]
[It's been such a long time since Terezi has had some good Alternian chalk. Sure, the fact that they're dyed with wiggler blood is pretty fucked up, but it lends a certain... je ne sais quois to the quality. The smoothness of the lines. The lack of dust. The vibrancy of the taste! You can't get much better than this. She needs to stretch her creative wings and fly, you know?
There's all sorts of chalk drawings on the walls: a map of the much beloved Can Town, the soft pastels of her home forest, an incredibly shitty and elaborate dragon, and the courtroom of the troll justice system that is clearly the centerpiece of her work.
With the reluctance of a dog being told not to eat the cupcake that's just fallen on the ground, Terezi pulls the bright cherry red chalk from her maw and gets back to work on His Honorable Tyranny. No court is complete without a horrifying monster to act as judge over the proceedings and threaten to eat all the criminals, as well as the lawyers.]
no subject
Pl.
Why are you doing this?
Just.
Give me the book.
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Is it just that word? Is that the problem? Or is it everything that's remotely polite?
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Please.
Give me the book.
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Here you go!
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You speak of etiquette, and yet you haven't told me your name.
[ he closes his eyes for a moment. ]
...You can call me Jacopo.
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[She moves back a little and watches him handle the replicator repair manual. It's complete nonsense to her, and she'll be very surprised if he can make heads or tails of it. She'd be surprised if anyone could make heads or tails of it.]
I don't think I've seen you around at all. I'm pretty sure I'd remember someone like you! Have you been here long?
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[ he backs away on reflex, eyes narrowing. his attention is turned towards the usr manual — fingers rifle through the pages. ]
Yes, you're correct — I am rather memorable, aren't I. As for your question, I haven't. It's been...
[ a sigh. ]
2 weeks at most.
Do you know exactly's wrong with these replicators? We need a foundation — some basis as to what they should be like as opposed to what they are right now.
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[She yawns and says far too cheerily:] Nope! I haven't the faintest clue what's wrong with these things. Repairing things isn't really my area of expertise! For whatever reason, I found these manual in my room this morning and decided to try to do something about all this. I figured it's better than leaving them the way they are, you know?