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Entry tags:
015 ✤ open
Characters: Wanijima Akito + OPEN
Date: March 28th - 31st
Location: Various
Situation: Being a nerd
Warnings/Rating: N/A
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1. (Tadashi; closed)
Donuts.
Akito remembers, through the haze of fever and body aches, that Tadashi had mentioned something about really liking donuts. He grew up in a café with his aunt and brother, so the taste and smell of donuts likely reminded him of home. There's not much else he can really remember from when he was sick, apart from gentle touches to check his temperature, or help him get from point A to point B when his legs were too weak to hold his weight. There were hugs too, he thinks. Remembers feeling warm and safe; dozing off to a deep, soothing voice, a steady heartbeat, and the scent of coffee and machinery, mixed with the fruity tones of his soap.
The scent is what confirms at that at least some of his vague memories are real, because there has never been anyone in his life who smelled quite like that - except for his temporary roommate, Tadashi. So regardless of what he does or does not remember, Tadashi did help him while he was sick and Akito owes him his gratitude.
So he spends his free time over the next few days gathering the supplies to make donuts. Nothing fancy, since it's his first time making the himself, but they should taste good all the same. It's hard to go wrong when there's this much sugar in a recipe, after all.
In the end only his first two donuts turned out ugly and over-cooked (Akito enjoyed them anyway), but the rest of them turned out exactly like proper donuts should. And maybe he went a bit overboard with the donuts, but he didn't expect frying dough to be so satisfying. In the end he has thirty-four nicely glazed donuts to take to Tadashi and his brother at the Midnight Hotel.
After informing Bird of who he was intending to visit, Akito earned himself an eager tag-along. His little companion snuggles into his scarf, cooing excitedly in his ear as Akito makes sure he has everything he needs before he jumps from his balcony and begins the short trip to the Hotel.
Akito arrives in under ten minutes, Bird chirping a tune that's a mash-up of multiple Beatles' songs. It takes a moment for him to realize something important:
He doesn't know which room Tadashi is staying in.
2. (Midnight Hotel; open)
Akito doesn't know why he hadn't thought of this sooner. If he can hear biorhythms from the human body there's no reason why he can't also hear electronic signals and wavelengths in the air. Now that he's feeling better and can focus enough to try, it turns out that the faint clicks and hums and buzzes he tunes out without any thought are exactly what he's looking for.
However he hadn't expected to find the signals underground.
He makes sure to try listen to a few consoles in all the various sectors to see if there's any variation, but no - it's always the same electric pulse shooting down into the turtle's shell where it promptly diffuses like a plant shooting its roots down into the earth.
There's another sound too, underneath it all. It's not hard to hear, but it's hard to distinguish when he has such limited time with the public consoles. Not wanting to draw attention to himself (or any more attention than he already has), Akito quickly flees to the Midnight Hotel, knowing it would be safe for him to pick apart the sounds there.
And he's right, of course.
In the Hotel it's quieter, and he doesn't feel the constant need to be on guard. The sounds are the same here, too. Electronic pulse shooting down into the shell, where it spreads beyond his ability to detect. It's not hard from there to focus on the sound underneath; a steady, soft rush of sound like waves on the shore, or white noise from a radio. He can't figure out the source or whether it's coming or going. But it's admittedly a soothing noise. Relaxing, even as a headache builds behind his temples from the strain.
If the consoles' pulses overlay it, do they intersect at all? It sounds like an entirely different wavelength altogether... Are the consoles masking something deep under Asti's shell? What is the deeper, calming sound coming from? Going to? Is it for communication, or something else? Can it be hacked?
Whatever it is, Akito enjoys listening to it.
Date: March 28th - 31st
Location: Various
Situation: Being a nerd
Warnings/Rating: N/A
-
1. (Tadashi; closed)
Donuts.
Akito remembers, through the haze of fever and body aches, that Tadashi had mentioned something about really liking donuts. He grew up in a café with his aunt and brother, so the taste and smell of donuts likely reminded him of home. There's not much else he can really remember from when he was sick, apart from gentle touches to check his temperature, or help him get from point A to point B when his legs were too weak to hold his weight. There were hugs too, he thinks. Remembers feeling warm and safe; dozing off to a deep, soothing voice, a steady heartbeat, and the scent of coffee and machinery, mixed with the fruity tones of his soap.
The scent is what confirms at that at least some of his vague memories are real, because there has never been anyone in his life who smelled quite like that - except for his temporary roommate, Tadashi. So regardless of what he does or does not remember, Tadashi did help him while he was sick and Akito owes him his gratitude.
So he spends his free time over the next few days gathering the supplies to make donuts. Nothing fancy, since it's his first time making the himself, but they should taste good all the same. It's hard to go wrong when there's this much sugar in a recipe, after all.
In the end only his first two donuts turned out ugly and over-cooked (Akito enjoyed them anyway), but the rest of them turned out exactly like proper donuts should. And maybe he went a bit overboard with the donuts, but he didn't expect frying dough to be so satisfying. In the end he has thirty-four nicely glazed donuts to take to Tadashi and his brother at the Midnight Hotel.
After informing Bird of who he was intending to visit, Akito earned himself an eager tag-along. His little companion snuggles into his scarf, cooing excitedly in his ear as Akito makes sure he has everything he needs before he jumps from his balcony and begins the short trip to the Hotel.
Akito arrives in under ten minutes, Bird chirping a tune that's a mash-up of multiple Beatles' songs. It takes a moment for him to realize something important:
He doesn't know which room Tadashi is staying in.
2. (Midnight Hotel; open)
Akito doesn't know why he hadn't thought of this sooner. If he can hear biorhythms from the human body there's no reason why he can't also hear electronic signals and wavelengths in the air. Now that he's feeling better and can focus enough to try, it turns out that the faint clicks and hums and buzzes he tunes out without any thought are exactly what he's looking for.
However he hadn't expected to find the signals underground.
He makes sure to try listen to a few consoles in all the various sectors to see if there's any variation, but no - it's always the same electric pulse shooting down into the turtle's shell where it promptly diffuses like a plant shooting its roots down into the earth.
There's another sound too, underneath it all. It's not hard to hear, but it's hard to distinguish when he has such limited time with the public consoles. Not wanting to draw attention to himself (or any more attention than he already has), Akito quickly flees to the Midnight Hotel, knowing it would be safe for him to pick apart the sounds there.
And he's right, of course.
In the Hotel it's quieter, and he doesn't feel the constant need to be on guard. The sounds are the same here, too. Electronic pulse shooting down into the shell, where it spreads beyond his ability to detect. It's not hard from there to focus on the sound underneath; a steady, soft rush of sound like waves on the shore, or white noise from a radio. He can't figure out the source or whether it's coming or going. But it's admittedly a soothing noise. Relaxing, even as a headache builds behind his temples from the strain.
If the consoles' pulses overlay it, do they intersect at all? It sounds like an entirely different wavelength altogether... Are the consoles masking something deep under Asti's shell? What is the deeper, calming sound coming from? Going to? Is it for communication, or something else? Can it be hacked?
Whatever it is, Akito enjoys listening to it.