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tushanshu_logs2015-03-16 12:56 pm
bigdamnhiro) wrote in tushanshu_logs2015-03-16 12:56 pm
[OPEN] Have you seen this child?
Characters: Hiro Hamada & YOU
Date: March 16-18ish? Depending on player actions (how fast can you reunite a couple of dumb Hamadas?)
Location: 'round the city in general, starting out, moving to the Midnight Hotel(?) & miscellaneous locations afterwards, particularly the Metal District.
Situation: Hiro is a small sad hobo child for his first few days in Keeliai. Also, he has no idea Tadashi's here and probably looking for him. Refer to this ooc post for more information & if you want to plot details before threading. For chronological ordering of Hiro sightings, specify a general date, time & location please.
Warnings/Rating: Warning for general depression stuff + possible discussion of a major canonical character death.
a.) City
Hiro can't believe he's scribbling in the dirt like a caveman.
Well, almost like a caveman. He couldn't find a stick, so he's using the screwdriver that came with him to carve notes into the mud, trying to gather his thoughts and formulate some kind of a plan of action.
It's not really going well. He's been to the Welcome Center and had a few things explained to him, and after that he sort of wandered around for a while trying to get over the shell-shock (ha, he'd thought faintly, when the thought crossed his mind). Maybe he asked a few questions, and some of the Kedan were forthcoming. Others ignored him or outright told him to buzz off.
It's cold. He's hungry, circumstances as they are making him more aware of his body rebelling against the fact he didn't touch his breakfast or dinner the night before. He's trying to kick his brain into gear and figure out what to do - trying to remember the tactics he's seen homeless people in San Fransokyo use to weather through the winter, trying to remember how to make that one face that might earn him some sympathy and maybe some local currency to go with it - but it's sluggish to respond after the mind-numbing haze he's lived through the last few weeks.
So here he is sitting in the dirt in a corner of some street market, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration, grimacing as he cuts his thoughts into the dirt to try and organize them, so maybe he can figure out what to do next. He keeps smudging things out with his hands and starting over; right now it kind of looks like this:
At some point he probably gives up and throws his screwdriver down. It sticks in the dirt blunt end up, impaled right through the center of his disorganized note-taking.
b.) The Midnight Hotel
Hiro's been tasked with working on the garage door in exchange for his room, and he throws himself into it because if nothing else, it gives him a distraction; something to think about besides oh god, what is he gonna do and...everything else. It gives him access to tools and facilities he doesn't otherwise have here in Keeliai, too; he can be found in the garage most hours of the day and sometimes the night, he's in there maybe more than he should be, pouring over blueprints and working to understand this whole...inter-dimensional thing, that the hotel's got going on, that has to be worked into the functions of the door itself. That or he's drawing out copper wire and soldering bits and pieces onto a circuitboard to make the normal, physical aspects of the thing work, and with remote control at that.
Or he's just passed out asleep on the floor because sometime his metabolism bottoms out and it sorta happens all at once.
- or -
Anyone living on the second floor may note that whoever lives in room six isn't seen coming and going very much, and that's because either:
a) Hiro isn't there, or
b) He's being very sneaky about his leaving and returning. When you're small and don't have all that much to say, you tend to keep a low profile.
On occasion, though - in the very, very wee hours of the morning, residents may be awakened by the pitter patter of sock feet scurrying around doing who knows what, or the thunk of something large and heavy hitting the floor, hopefully accidentally.
- or -
When he's not up to his eyeballs in the project in the garage or locked in his room doing who knows what, occasionally Hiro will sneak to the balcony to take advantage of the hotel's never-ending coffee supply. Which is weird. Broken Laws of Conservation of Mass weird, and sometimes he eyeballs the coffee grounds suspiciously because coffee grounds don't just appear out of nothing - there has to be some kind of exchange of energy and matter, some logic or reason to it, but there's not. Like a lot of things in this place, it doesn't make sense.
But he's getting used to that. He's even starting to accept it. He'll at least accept that ever-replenishing coffee grounds makes about as much sense as the decision to guzzle three cups of hard, black coffee in one go, which he does, frequently and without thought. He may get the jitters and crash hard later, but half the time he does that anyway so...no great loss.
c.) Choose your own adventure!
You may find him wandering the city just about anywhere, maybe picking a fight with a random Kedan (oops) or just kind of skulking around observing. You may, in particular, find him inadvisably hanging around the Metal District investigating what kind of technology they have available, since this seems to be the most advanced general area of the city.
Date: March 16-18ish? Depending on player actions (how fast can you reunite a couple of dumb Hamadas?)
Location: 'round the city in general, starting out, moving to the Midnight Hotel(?) & miscellaneous locations afterwards, particularly the Metal District.
Situation: Hiro is a small sad hobo child for his first few days in Keeliai. Also, he has no idea Tadashi's here and probably looking for him. Refer to this ooc post for more information & if you want to plot details before threading. For chronological ordering of Hiro sightings, specify a general date, time & location please.
Warnings/Rating: Warning for general depression stuff + possible discussion of a major canonical character death.
a.) City
Hiro can't believe he's scribbling in the dirt like a caveman.
Well, almost like a caveman. He couldn't find a stick, so he's using the screwdriver that came with him to carve notes into the mud, trying to gather his thoughts and formulate some kind of a plan of action.
It's not really going well. He's been to the Welcome Center and had a few things explained to him, and after that he sort of wandered around for a while trying to get over the shell-shock (ha, he'd thought faintly, when the thought crossed his mind). Maybe he asked a few questions, and some of the Kedan were forthcoming. Others ignored him or outright told him to buzz off.
It's cold. He's hungry, circumstances as they are making him more aware of his body rebelling against the fact he didn't touch his breakfast or dinner the night before. He's trying to kick his brain into gear and figure out what to do - trying to remember the tactics he's seen homeless people in San Fransokyo use to weather through the winter, trying to remember how to make that one face that might earn him some sympathy and maybe some local currency to go with it - but it's sluggish to respond after the mind-numbing haze he's lived through the last few weeks.
So here he is sitting in the dirt in a corner of some street market, tongue sticking out of his mouth in concentration, grimacing as he cuts his thoughts into the dirt to try and organize them, so maybe he can figure out what to do next. He keeps smudging things out with his hands and starting over; right now it kind of looks like this:
At some point he probably gives up and throws his screwdriver down. It sticks in the dirt blunt end up, impaled right through the center of his disorganized note-taking.
b.) The Midnight Hotel
Hiro's been tasked with working on the garage door in exchange for his room, and he throws himself into it because if nothing else, it gives him a distraction; something to think about besides oh god, what is he gonna do and...everything else. It gives him access to tools and facilities he doesn't otherwise have here in Keeliai, too; he can be found in the garage most hours of the day and sometimes the night, he's in there maybe more than he should be, pouring over blueprints and working to understand this whole...inter-dimensional thing, that the hotel's got going on, that has to be worked into the functions of the door itself. That or he's drawing out copper wire and soldering bits and pieces onto a circuitboard to make the normal, physical aspects of the thing work, and with remote control at that.
Or he's just passed out asleep on the floor because sometime his metabolism bottoms out and it sorta happens all at once.
- or -
Anyone living on the second floor may note that whoever lives in room six isn't seen coming and going very much, and that's because either:
a) Hiro isn't there, or
b) He's being very sneaky about his leaving and returning. When you're small and don't have all that much to say, you tend to keep a low profile.
On occasion, though - in the very, very wee hours of the morning, residents may be awakened by the pitter patter of sock feet scurrying around doing who knows what, or the thunk of something large and heavy hitting the floor, hopefully accidentally.
- or -
When he's not up to his eyeballs in the project in the garage or locked in his room doing who knows what, occasionally Hiro will sneak to the balcony to take advantage of the hotel's never-ending coffee supply. Which is weird. Broken Laws of Conservation of Mass weird, and sometimes he eyeballs the coffee grounds suspiciously because coffee grounds don't just appear out of nothing - there has to be some kind of exchange of energy and matter, some logic or reason to it, but there's not. Like a lot of things in this place, it doesn't make sense.
But he's getting used to that. He's even starting to accept it. He'll at least accept that ever-replenishing coffee grounds makes about as much sense as the decision to guzzle three cups of hard, black coffee in one go, which he does, frequently and without thought. He may get the jitters and crash hard later, but half the time he does that anyway so...no great loss.
c.) Choose your own adventure!
You may find him wandering the city just about anywhere, maybe picking a fight with a random Kedan (oops) or just kind of skulking around observing. You may, in particular, find him inadvisably hanging around the Metal District investigating what kind of technology they have available, since this seems to be the most advanced general area of the city.
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But with the palace, well that was another story. "Well, that's kind of the plan really. We're hoping to build homes after we've cleaned up everything... and we make sure that there's no more of that weird psycho drug stuff that apparently got loose everywhere. Let's just say that the Palace used to have some... bad stuff going on inside of it. Tearing it down? Probably the best idea for everyone, really."
Great, he's probably just given Hiro a good reason to go check out the Palace.
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Still, he casts a wistful glance back at the Stark tower, feeling more and more like it's unfair all that tech's being kept out of reach.
"If it's not theirs and it was a hostile takeover, why not take it back?"
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"You know how many of them there are compared to us?" Sokka says, more than a little concerned that someone so young is having such thoughts... which perhaps is a little unfair since he's been trained to be a warrior since how old again? "We've got, what, 50 or so Foreigners compared to how many thousands... or tens of thousands... or hundreds of thousands of kedan in the city? It takes a long time to get from one end of the city to the other! That's how big it is!"
But Sokka pauses a bit because, in some respects, what he's up to isn't exactly unlike the suggestion. But it's not like he wants word to get out that he's planning some hostile takeover of Stark Industries while he's employed there. Maybe Hiro will notice the awkward pause? Or perhaps Hiro will pick up that Sokka has, at some point, thought this out a little bit.
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He's not a mind reader, or he'd be trying to weasel his way into this takeover plan right now. As it is, he can only study Sokka's face as he goes quiet and....wonder.
And then shrug. And as casually as possible mention, "Well, whatever. Your choice. If anybody around here ever changes their mind, though, they should shoot me a message. I could help. I know how to build stuff."
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Dear spirits, please keep this kid away from Tony Stark. Yeah, he's going to need to find a permanent babysitter for this kid. Preferably not him.
"And what pray tell do you build?" Sokka can't help but inquire. "Technology stuff, obviously. But... what... more specifically?"
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He flashes a grin, and then realizes Sokka's probably never heard of magnetic servos at all, so he kind of balks and adds "Uh, those are like...it's a robot made up of a bunch of distinct, separate parts, connected only by magnetic bonds between the ball-bearings. Versatile, fast, good for a lot of cool stuff."
Useful for construction, but also useful if you wanna punch somebody or something in the face with a nigh-untouchable robot.
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"Okay. 'Fighting bots' I can kind of understand. I've seen something like that. Here." Just in case Hiro gets any weird ideas about Sokka's tech heritage. "Ball bearings and... magnets I also get. But I wouldn't even have a clue of what sort of picture I'm actually looking at by your description." Yeah, Sokka is going to be absolutely flummoxed by the whole thing.
"Though... I have to say, I'm not exactly sure what use putting rocket boots on your cat would have," Sokka adds, bringing up a very important point. "I mean, cats probably wouldn't be the best test subjects for them."
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Well, there was that too. He grimaces and kicks his feet. "Look, the point is, you don't discover anything new if you don't explore your options!"
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"I'm not saying rocket boots can't be useful!" Sokka says, defending himself against Hiro's assumptions. "I mean, have you see an airbender move on roller blades? It might as well be the same thing!" Yeah, he hasn't forgotten Aang greeting him the first day he got here. "So useful! I'm just saying that you should've tried 'em on yourself rather than the cat."
Because really, why risk the lives of other people over yourself?
"Still... sounds like you could be useful to Zanru... Or better yet, have you talked to Tony Stark yet?"
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"He's the guy who used to own this place?"
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"Yup!" he says with all sorts of swagger. "Probably the biggest science genius I know. You'd love him!"
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No offense, Sokka. The tech downgrade's just throwing him for a loop.
"...Yeah, okay, sure." Hiro quirks like, half a grin in response. "Where exactly can I find the guy?"
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"Well, I do happen to know that he's helping out a bit with the construction efforts in town, but... the best place to catch him is in his room at the Midnight Hotel. Room number one, I'm pretty sure." Kind of hard to forget that number, after all.
Congratulations, Tony, have a kid to play with.