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[Open] That story unknown to all
WHO: Accelerator (levelshift) and OPEN.
WHEN: Shortly after the second wave of arrivals, possibly other prompts later into May.
WHERE: Near the apartments and Kwik Trip.
WHAT: Taking measurements of the environment through SCIENCE, and some all important coffee hoarding.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None as of now.
[It's around noon when Accelerator heads out from the apartment complex, making his way towards the north end of the island. It's slow going since he's relying on his crutch, but he doesn't particularly care. The only reason he isn't doing this directly outside of the apartment building is because he doesn't want to interrupt anyone or be interrupted himself.
Once he reaches a nice clearing with little else around he stops and hits the switch on the black choker around his neck, the green light flickering to red, then hits another switch on his crutch. The cane portion of it retracts into the cuff that's around his right forearm, allowing him to stand on his own without assistance. With a sigh he cracks his neck, and then there's a BOOM! as four miniature tornadoes suddenly form at his back.
He launches himself into the sky, eventually slowing down the higher he gets and coming to a stop before he hits the invisible barrier that's encircling the entire area. On the way up he's been running the numbers (more like, doing complex mathematical calculations in his head), and once he reaches his destination more formulas and equations flood into his head. With his ability active he can pick up on infinitely more than a regular human would ever hope to with their five senses. It's like going from a single black and white security camera to an infinite number of interconnected nanomachines measuring everything from precipitation levels to background radiation and intensity of UV light. From nothing to practically the entire world.
Accelerator frowns and stretches a hand out. His fingertips don't even come into contact with the barrier, but stop a few centimeters before it. That's all he needs to start sensing its vectors, and he spends a few moments memorizing the numbers flowing into his head and comparing him to ones he's already familiar with.
Once that's finished he drops his hand and the tornadoes abruptly cut out and he sucks in a deep breath, brain switching over to imaginary numbers and formulas. It makes the blood vessels throughout his body pulse and sweat rise up on his skin, but he keeps going until he's analyzed what he needs to. His temples are aching when he finishes and lets himself drop, going back to measuring normal scientific phenomena as he falls towards the ground. When he's close enough he slows his descent to a float, and then lightly touches back down.]
[Later that afternoon Accelerator can be found at the Kwik Trip, back to using his crutch like a regular person. He's got one of those plastic shopping baskets in his free hand, stopping whenever he sees some food down an aisle that he wants. The basket gets set down so he can toss the item in, then he picks it up and moves further down the aisle.
So far, he's only picked up a few prepackaged sandwiches and junk food. For someone as smart as he is, you'd think he'd pay a little more attention to the food pyramid, but he doesn't seem to care at all about nutrition. That becomes apparent when he gets to one of the coolers containing canned drinks. Scanning each of them closely he stops at a couple rows of canned coffee, and after looking each brand over carefully he proceeds to start tossing some crappy Starbucks unsweetened black nitro cold brew into his basket.
It isn't just one. He's grabbing two at a time, dropping them into his basket with a scowl, until he's taken every single one of that specific kind of can from the cooler. There's over a dozen cans in his basket, and even with that number he's a little irritated that was all the store had. It doesn't even look like it's occurring to him that he might want to leave one or two for someone else who'd like some.]
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levelshift) and OPEN.WHEN: Shortly after the second wave of arrivals, possibly other prompts later into May.
WHERE: Near the apartments and Kwik Trip.
WHAT: Taking measurements of the environment through SCIENCE, and some all important coffee hoarding.
NOTES\WARNINGS: None as of now.
The Barrier.
[It's around noon when Accelerator heads out from the apartment complex, making his way towards the north end of the island. It's slow going since he's relying on his crutch, but he doesn't particularly care. The only reason he isn't doing this directly outside of the apartment building is because he doesn't want to interrupt anyone or be interrupted himself.
Once he reaches a nice clearing with little else around he stops and hits the switch on the black choker around his neck, the green light flickering to red, then hits another switch on his crutch. The cane portion of it retracts into the cuff that's around his right forearm, allowing him to stand on his own without assistance. With a sigh he cracks his neck, and then there's a BOOM! as four miniature tornadoes suddenly form at his back.
He launches himself into the sky, eventually slowing down the higher he gets and coming to a stop before he hits the invisible barrier that's encircling the entire area. On the way up he's been running the numbers (more like, doing complex mathematical calculations in his head), and once he reaches his destination more formulas and equations flood into his head. With his ability active he can pick up on infinitely more than a regular human would ever hope to with their five senses. It's like going from a single black and white security camera to an infinite number of interconnected nanomachines measuring everything from precipitation levels to background radiation and intensity of UV light. From nothing to practically the entire world.
Accelerator frowns and stretches a hand out. His fingertips don't even come into contact with the barrier, but stop a few centimeters before it. That's all he needs to start sensing its vectors, and he spends a few moments memorizing the numbers flowing into his head and comparing him to ones he's already familiar with.
Once that's finished he drops his hand and the tornadoes abruptly cut out and he sucks in a deep breath, brain switching over to imaginary numbers and formulas. It makes the blood vessels throughout his body pulse and sweat rise up on his skin, but he keeps going until he's analyzed what he needs to. His temples are aching when he finishes and lets himself drop, going back to measuring normal scientific phenomena as he falls towards the ground. When he's close enough he slows his descent to a float, and then lightly touches back down.]
Grocery Shopping.
[Later that afternoon Accelerator can be found at the Kwik Trip, back to using his crutch like a regular person. He's got one of those plastic shopping baskets in his free hand, stopping whenever he sees some food down an aisle that he wants. The basket gets set down so he can toss the item in, then he picks it up and moves further down the aisle.
So far, he's only picked up a few prepackaged sandwiches and junk food. For someone as smart as he is, you'd think he'd pay a little more attention to the food pyramid, but he doesn't seem to care at all about nutrition. That becomes apparent when he gets to one of the coolers containing canned drinks. Scanning each of them closely he stops at a couple rows of canned coffee, and after looking each brand over carefully he proceeds to start tossing some crappy Starbucks unsweetened black nitro cold brew into his basket.
It isn't just one. He's grabbing two at a time, dropping them into his basket with a scowl, until he's taken every single one of that specific kind of can from the cooler. There's over a dozen cans in his basket, and even with that number he's a little irritated that was all the store had. It doesn't even look like it's occurring to him that he might want to leave one or two for someone else who'd like some.]
Wildcard
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Of course, he's still staring at her pretty intensely, and combine that with his ever-present scowl and it probably looks like he's just fed up.]
.................
[Oh no. Oh no, he hates that answer. She has a point.
This is something he's thought about before, when he was younger. When you're the strongest it's only natural to consider something as extreme as the end of the world. It's the logical end point to fighting back against all the people who want to fight you, and making the world your enemy.
He clicks his tongue, exasperated.]
Maybe I should be hoarding this shit.
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and when the boy even mildly implies he might want to follow suit...
wordlessly, clarke picks a pack of baby wipes and a few errant ketchup packets from her own basket and slips them unceremoniously into his. she doesn't smile much in general, even less after the last two weeks or so, but curls her lips in and ratchets up her eyebrows in an expression that more or less communicates: there you go, there's a start. a little shelf stable flavoring for whatever they may have to eat in the event the world ends, and baby wipes are new to her but she can already think of a plethora of practical uses for them.
...but the problem with sharing is now she needs to go back at get another pack — making individualized go-bags for herself and her friends means needing everything in a quantity of five. and she'd not meant to interrupt his shopping for this long, so now's a perfect opportunity to turn on her heel and traipse back to the limited personal care aisle. )
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He's pulled from his thoughts when the girl moves and drops a few things into his shopping basket. Glancing down, he frowns. Why is she giving some of her stuff? It's not like he's asked, so she's just being generous. That isn't behaviour he's used to, especially from complete strangers. It's kind of bizarre, honestly.]
..........................
[And then she's turning and walking off. He stands there awkwardly, the gears in his mind spinning. He should probably throw it all back at her and tell her off for being too nice.
............
Ugh, this is a pain, but it's not like there's any currency around here. They're free to take whatever they want, so her giving him some of her stuff isn't that much of an inconvenience. He'll leave it alone and go back to his coffee.]