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ataraxionlogs2015-06-16 05:08 pm
tadashiwashere) wrote in ataraxionlogs2015-06-16 05:08 pm
Entry tags:
fresh starts [open]
CHARACTERS: Tadashi Hamada and several others!
LOCATION: Throughout the ship during the month of June
WARNINGS: Fire. Always fire. Maybe some science bro shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Coming soon! Hiro's starter is in here now. I'm working on the general one and some other individual ones.
NOTES: He's working his way out of his more somber mood as the month goes on!
[SHUTTLE BAY]
[open for earlier interruption, though the end is aimed at Hiro]
The time following the memory swaps that he and Hiro had gone through had been rocky for Tadashi. He had decided to continue forward as best he could, but the nightmares that greeted him nearly every time he closed his eyes were demoralizing. There had been a few days where he had to drag himself out of bed (and several more where he just stayed planted there without opening his eyes, mumbling and waving a hand at Hiro if he tried to convince him to get up). When he did get a decent amount of sleep, he found himself slipping into his own thoughts, wondering constantly what he should take away from his fate -- what he should do with his borrowed time to repay the universe for the extra chances. And also what he should do for Hiro to get him safely back home to Aunt Cass. Connected to that, he agonized over every goodbye, especially before the Jump. If one of them was sent back home, that would be it. There wouldn't be any other chances.
There were several times when Tadashi had to fake smiles and shrug off his brother's concern about him. While he appreciated it, Tadashi just couldn't find a way to confront what had happened out loud after that time lost in the corridors. He wrestled with it mentally plenty, but saying it out loud... it would have only led to drowning in the reality of it again.
So Tadashi decided that "fake it til you make it" was going to be his motto to live by.
He threw himself into his projects, volunteered wherever he could, and tried to redouble his efforts to be the voice of optimism on board the ship.
Eventually, it seemed to work. While he wasn't completely over it, Tadashi didn't feel like he was faking happy. That shift that had started the moment he forced himself to keep moving had clicked into place. He was going to be okay.
Which... led to making it up to Hiro for the times he'd been occasionally distant while putting himself back together.
Tadashi had slipped out of their room impossibly early to get out to the shuttle bay and make some shady decisions. He'd technically volunteered his services to help do various repairs, but he didn't know if that extended to possibly breaking things. He didn't plan to break anything, but you never knew... He at least took precautions to place his little work station far away from the shuttles in a relatively open space.
Over the course of a few days he'd dragged the parts together that he'd been using to get a hands-on idea of how some of the mechanical bits for the shuttles went together, then went to town with a welder, scrap metal, and a temporary disregard for common sense. What he ended up with was reminiscent of a childhood project that... honestly could have ended better. Once he was satisfied that it was ready enough, Tadashi wiped the back of his arm across his forehead and keyed the voice function of his communicator, sending a message to Hiro.
"Hiro. Hey, knucklehead. You up? I need you to get down to the shuttle bay ASAP. I've got something to show you."
He smiled to himself and leaned back against his project, arms folded across his chest. This was probably a bad idea. But it was a good bad idea.
[Near Engineering]
[Open to anyone around Engineering + Rikku]
Maybe he should have signed up for Engineering.
The idea was still appealing, despite Tadashi's convictions that training under medical would allow him to more effectively help his fellow passengers. There were an entire twenty-four hours in every day (and time was relative in space with no windows, anyway) and only a few of those needed to be dedicated to sleep. And showers. Eating could be taken care of while working -- Tadashi had mastered snacking between projects during his first semester of college.
His goal today was to meet up with Rikku to talk over some ideas he'd had for her bots and see if he could brainstorm with her for his own project rebuilding Baymax. But right now... he was just loitering sheepishly in the corridors, trying desperately to look busy when he had nothing to do.
Somehow, he'd gotten some messages crossed, or looked at the time wrong... he was definitely early. Really early.
So this was Tadashi. Attempting in vain to look like he wasn't up to anything. He'd been hanging out with Hiro a lot -- he was starting to feel guilty by association. Even when his intentions were perfectly innocent!
[Bar]
[open, also Firo can come scoff, any science-y friends can come and techno babble]
The talk about supposedly psychic abilities had piqued Tadashi's interest lately. He was still leery of the connection that had allowed his and Hiro's memories to swap, but at the same time... science demanded experimentation and answers. The real tipping point had been hearing about some of the people on board creating objects with their minds. On one hand, it was so far away from science fact to Tadashi that he stayed skeptical even as he made his way to the bar area for the fourth night in a row. Looking at it from the other way, a controlled ability like that held endless potential.
Back home there were high-speed synthetic fabricators and continuous interface liquid production, but there weren't a whole lot of tech that you could carry around in your pocket for when you needed to create something on the fly. If this turned into something legitimate that the passengers were capable of and not just an illusion, maybe they could use it to produce necessary medical equipment as needed, or think up a perfectly realized model of the part they needed.
Those thoughts were the ones that had Tadashi perched on a stool at the bar, an untouched drink sitting within reach (just in case his inhibitions and skepticism turned into hindrances), and a puzzled expression on his face.
He wanted something simple -- just a block or a disc, but no matter how much he flexed his fingers or squinted at the space in front of him, it remained empty.
Once, something flickered, but it startled Tadashi so much that he completely lost concentration and had trouble reproducing it immediately.
LOCATION: Throughout the ship during the month of June
WARNINGS: Fire. Always fire. Maybe some science bro shenanigans.
SUMMARY: Coming soon! Hiro's starter is in here now. I'm working on the general one and some other individual ones.
NOTES: He's working his way out of his more somber mood as the month goes on!
[SHUTTLE BAY]
[open for earlier interruption, though the end is aimed at Hiro]
The time following the memory swaps that he and Hiro had gone through had been rocky for Tadashi. He had decided to continue forward as best he could, but the nightmares that greeted him nearly every time he closed his eyes were demoralizing. There had been a few days where he had to drag himself out of bed (and several more where he just stayed planted there without opening his eyes, mumbling and waving a hand at Hiro if he tried to convince him to get up). When he did get a decent amount of sleep, he found himself slipping into his own thoughts, wondering constantly what he should take away from his fate -- what he should do with his borrowed time to repay the universe for the extra chances. And also what he should do for Hiro to get him safely back home to Aunt Cass. Connected to that, he agonized over every goodbye, especially before the Jump. If one of them was sent back home, that would be it. There wouldn't be any other chances.
There were several times when Tadashi had to fake smiles and shrug off his brother's concern about him. While he appreciated it, Tadashi just couldn't find a way to confront what had happened out loud after that time lost in the corridors. He wrestled with it mentally plenty, but saying it out loud... it would have only led to drowning in the reality of it again.
So Tadashi decided that "fake it til you make it" was going to be his motto to live by.
He threw himself into his projects, volunteered wherever he could, and tried to redouble his efforts to be the voice of optimism on board the ship.
Eventually, it seemed to work. While he wasn't completely over it, Tadashi didn't feel like he was faking happy. That shift that had started the moment he forced himself to keep moving had clicked into place. He was going to be okay.
Which... led to making it up to Hiro for the times he'd been occasionally distant while putting himself back together.
Tadashi had slipped out of their room impossibly early to get out to the shuttle bay and make some shady decisions. He'd technically volunteered his services to help do various repairs, but he didn't know if that extended to possibly breaking things. He didn't plan to break anything, but you never knew... He at least took precautions to place his little work station far away from the shuttles in a relatively open space.
Over the course of a few days he'd dragged the parts together that he'd been using to get a hands-on idea of how some of the mechanical bits for the shuttles went together, then went to town with a welder, scrap metal, and a temporary disregard for common sense. What he ended up with was reminiscent of a childhood project that... honestly could have ended better. Once he was satisfied that it was ready enough, Tadashi wiped the back of his arm across his forehead and keyed the voice function of his communicator, sending a message to Hiro.
"Hiro. Hey, knucklehead. You up? I need you to get down to the shuttle bay ASAP. I've got something to show you."
He smiled to himself and leaned back against his project, arms folded across his chest. This was probably a bad idea. But it was a good bad idea.
[Near Engineering]
[Open to anyone around Engineering + Rikku]
Maybe he should have signed up for Engineering.
The idea was still appealing, despite Tadashi's convictions that training under medical would allow him to more effectively help his fellow passengers. There were an entire twenty-four hours in every day (and time was relative in space with no windows, anyway) and only a few of those needed to be dedicated to sleep. And showers. Eating could be taken care of while working -- Tadashi had mastered snacking between projects during his first semester of college.
His goal today was to meet up with Rikku to talk over some ideas he'd had for her bots and see if he could brainstorm with her for his own project rebuilding Baymax. But right now... he was just loitering sheepishly in the corridors, trying desperately to look busy when he had nothing to do.
Somehow, he'd gotten some messages crossed, or looked at the time wrong... he was definitely early. Really early.
So this was Tadashi. Attempting in vain to look like he wasn't up to anything. He'd been hanging out with Hiro a lot -- he was starting to feel guilty by association. Even when his intentions were perfectly innocent!
[Bar]
[open, also Firo can come scoff, any science-y friends can come and techno babble]
The talk about supposedly psychic abilities had piqued Tadashi's interest lately. He was still leery of the connection that had allowed his and Hiro's memories to swap, but at the same time... science demanded experimentation and answers. The real tipping point had been hearing about some of the people on board creating objects with their minds. On one hand, it was so far away from science fact to Tadashi that he stayed skeptical even as he made his way to the bar area for the fourth night in a row. Looking at it from the other way, a controlled ability like that held endless potential.
Back home there were high-speed synthetic fabricators and continuous interface liquid production, but there weren't a whole lot of tech that you could carry around in your pocket for when you needed to create something on the fly. If this turned into something legitimate that the passengers were capable of and not just an illusion, maybe they could use it to produce necessary medical equipment as needed, or think up a perfectly realized model of the part they needed.
Those thoughts were the ones that had Tadashi perched on a stool at the bar, an untouched drink sitting within reach (just in case his inhibitions and skepticism turned into hindrances), and a puzzled expression on his face.
He wanted something simple -- just a block or a disc, but no matter how much he flexed his fingers or squinted at the space in front of him, it remained empty.
Once, something flickered, but it startled Tadashi so much that he completely lost concentration and had trouble reproducing it immediately.
no subject
The bad feelings weren't directed at Tadashi after all, and there was no real need to get him involved in it. Maybe if Callaghan were around there'd be cause to share. But as things were, with Callaghan home and behind bars and nowhere near here where he could hurt them, it didn't matter. So he waved the whole thing off again, shaking his head and waving one hand.
Besides, there was science to talk about. He preferred that. It was better. It was safe.
"I guess that's true," he remarked, thinking back on what kind of equipment he'd seen in Engineering. He couldn't remember seeing any scanners there, at least not the kind he was thinking of, so that left the med bay as their best bet. "And if they had anything up to par, we'd have to recalibrate it anyway, focus it on the physical and chemical properties of objects rather than biometric signals... Still shouldn't be too hard to get something to work the way we need it to."
Though... That did remind him. With a slight tilt of Hiro's head, he looked over at his brother curiously. "How's all the med stuff working out for you, anyway? Getting good ideas for Baymax?"
no subject
He gestured vaguely. "They have some major tech in the med bay. I mean seriously sweet scanners and robotics that are decades ahead of us. If I try to add in upgrades based on the biometrics tech alone, it's going to set me back a few months."
He was still debating whether it would be better to get Baymax up and running sooner, or if it might be worth it to wait and have the better version come out first. The people on board the Tranquility didn't need outdated tech to help them -- they deserved to have an extra medical assistant that was fully up to date. That meant Tadashi needed to spend a few more weeks writing new code to go along with the medical chip he already had. Maybe he could even strike a deal with communications to have Baymax assist with greeting any newcomers...
As usual, when it came to Baymax there were endless opportunities and avenues for improvement.
"Actually, I think I know what I'm going to work on next." Tadashi tapped the side of his neck. "Not sure how open anyone would be to wearing a medical necklace, but I think I can make something that will track heart rate and adrenaline levels. Just for starters. A ship this big, it might be a good idea to be able to remotely monitor vital signs for anyone who goes off into the corridors."
no subject
"It doesn't have to be months," he said with a shrug. "If we both work on it, there's no way it'll take that long."
After all, two Hamadas on one project? That usually slashes the difficulty level by at least half.
He paused for a moment to think for a moment, taking Tadashi's newest idea into consideration. "You know... Yeah, that's a really good idea. I'm surprised they didn't have a system set up to do that already."
no subject
"It might go a little faster with help," he conceded. "Gotta admit -- it's frustrating rebuilding everything that I had finished back at school."
Not that it was dissuading him from continuing to work on Baymax, but it did add a level of difficulty when he knew how he had solved a problem or worked together pieces of the frame before.... but had to go through the entire drawn-out process all over again. Some things were faster, but other things were just as slow as the first go-through.
Tadashi shrugged that off, switching gears to focus on his other project. "You and me both. There could be something in place that I don't know about, or it could just be that the problems with interference in the ship didn't make something like that feasible. I know Rikku had some trouble with long distance remote-access for her robots."