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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.
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So that probably means she couldn't do anything anyway, right?
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"The person you should likely talk to is Charles Xavier, honestly. He seems to be the expert."
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It's not a skeptical question. Nami does like to collect her info, so...
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"Something like that," he agrees, smiling back. "If you have any questions, almost everyone I've met seems willing to try to help with an answer."