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maskormenacelogs2017-07-30 09:14 pm
hunksmash) wrote in maskormenacelogs2017-07-30 09:14 pm
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WHO: Hunk and OPEN
WHERE: All 'Round Heropa
WHEN: July 22nd-31st
WHAT: Post-Clone cleanup/community service. And partying. And, finally, taking a few deep breaths.
WARNINGS: n/a
1A. Meals and Wheels I
[ The storms have finally ceased, but the damage done doesn't evaporate near as easy. There's been a slew of expected problems: power outages, flooding, infrastructural damage, water damage, and basically every other category of damage. There's been people cut off to proper access to town, more so than the usual swatch of charitable meal delivery recipients, and so making runs in his truck is one of the jobs that Hunk finds himself taking up during the recovery effort.
He's operating out of a local soup kitchen, helping to prep large batch meals in between his trips. It's mostly a lot of stirring and heavy lifting, which is in his wheelhouse, so he can't complain. There's a lot of rushing, however, which is less of a talent for him. He gets a little flighty and nerve-racked when pushed, a little more clumsy.
At one point, he runs smack into a fellow volunteer while carrying a particularly cumbersome pile of boxes containing dry ingredients. He winces visibly, posture curling in, as the top two boxes slip from the pile and tumble heavily down. He's not even sure if they've hit somebody on the way down, but still-- ]
Oooh, my god! I'm so sorry! A-are you okay? Please tell me you're okay.
2A. Meals and Wheels II
[ Hunk doesn't make his runs to the people receiving groceries and pre-paid meals on his own. Everything's better with teamwork, and there's most usually another volunteer along for the ride. Hopefully they don't mind if Hunk's chatty, because boy is he. It's part genuine friendliness and part a need to fill nervous space.
By the time Hunk and his latest partner are loading the truck, they've probably heard all about Voltron, space wars, his ongoing concerns with multiverse issues, or any number of world cuisines. Hopefully it's not painful, not that he's really considering it. ]
Alright, uh... Just pass me that last cooler, and I think we're good. You got all the addresses?
B. The Wariest Beach Party
[ July 28th is Lance's birthday, so Hunk's going to do the best he can. Fortunately, most of the clone-related stuff is done with. There's still other chaos going on, of course. There always is. And hopefully throwing a small party isn't totally, TERRIBLY tacky, because it's happening.
He proposes Heropa to his teammates on account of the beach. Lance is an islander down in his roots, after all, and there can't be any person from an island who'll pass up a beach opportunity (even if the beach here isn't a terribly beautiful one).
It's not a big to-do. He tells friends, he tells select housemates in passing, but it's mostly Hunk setting up on a beach with a selection of sandwiches, drinks, and desserts. There's also a banner ("Happy Birthday, Lance!!") and balloons, strung up as best as he could manage between two beach umbrellas.
Anybody passing will get a smile and a wave, at very least. Half the rest of the time, if a passer-by lingers in the area just long enough, he'll attempt to pass out food, holding out a sandwich wrapped prettily in waxed paper. ]
Hey. Did you have lunch yet? You can come join us!
C. Wildcard??
[ Feel free to come up with other prompts in the above settings or make your own. Hunk'll be running around Heropa helping with aftermath stuff. If you wanna poke me about anything, I'm on plurk at![[plurk.com profile]](https://plurk.com/favicon.ico)
amyorama
The party scenario is also TOTALLY open and, folks, please feel free to post your own open threads, etc. ]
WHERE: All 'Round Heropa
WHEN: July 22nd-31st
WHAT: Post-Clone cleanup/community service. And partying. And, finally, taking a few deep breaths.
WARNINGS: n/a
1A. Meals and Wheels I
[ The storms have finally ceased, but the damage done doesn't evaporate near as easy. There's been a slew of expected problems: power outages, flooding, infrastructural damage, water damage, and basically every other category of damage. There's been people cut off to proper access to town, more so than the usual swatch of charitable meal delivery recipients, and so making runs in his truck is one of the jobs that Hunk finds himself taking up during the recovery effort.
He's operating out of a local soup kitchen, helping to prep large batch meals in between his trips. It's mostly a lot of stirring and heavy lifting, which is in his wheelhouse, so he can't complain. There's a lot of rushing, however, which is less of a talent for him. He gets a little flighty and nerve-racked when pushed, a little more clumsy.
At one point, he runs smack into a fellow volunteer while carrying a particularly cumbersome pile of boxes containing dry ingredients. He winces visibly, posture curling in, as the top two boxes slip from the pile and tumble heavily down. He's not even sure if they've hit somebody on the way down, but still-- ]
Oooh, my god! I'm so sorry! A-are you okay? Please tell me you're okay.
2A. Meals and Wheels II
[ Hunk doesn't make his runs to the people receiving groceries and pre-paid meals on his own. Everything's better with teamwork, and there's most usually another volunteer along for the ride. Hopefully they don't mind if Hunk's chatty, because boy is he. It's part genuine friendliness and part a need to fill nervous space.
By the time Hunk and his latest partner are loading the truck, they've probably heard all about Voltron, space wars, his ongoing concerns with multiverse issues, or any number of world cuisines. Hopefully it's not painful, not that he's really considering it. ]
Alright, uh... Just pass me that last cooler, and I think we're good. You got all the addresses?
B. The Wariest Beach Party
[ July 28th is Lance's birthday, so Hunk's going to do the best he can. Fortunately, most of the clone-related stuff is done with. There's still other chaos going on, of course. There always is. And hopefully throwing a small party isn't totally, TERRIBLY tacky, because it's happening.
He proposes Heropa to his teammates on account of the beach. Lance is an islander down in his roots, after all, and there can't be any person from an island who'll pass up a beach opportunity (even if the beach here isn't a terribly beautiful one).
It's not a big to-do. He tells friends, he tells select housemates in passing, but it's mostly Hunk setting up on a beach with a selection of sandwiches, drinks, and desserts. There's also a banner ("Happy Birthday, Lance!!") and balloons, strung up as best as he could manage between two beach umbrellas.
Anybody passing will get a smile and a wave, at very least. Half the rest of the time, if a passer-by lingers in the area just long enough, he'll attempt to pass out food, holding out a sandwich wrapped prettily in waxed paper. ]
Hey. Did you have lunch yet? You can come join us!
C. Wildcard??
[ Feel free to come up with other prompts in the above settings or make your own. Hunk'll be running around Heropa helping with aftermath stuff. If you wanna poke me about anything, I'm on plurk at
The party scenario is also TOTALLY open and, folks, please feel free to post your own open threads, etc. ]
B.
Dude! Thanks for the party, Hunk. I wasn't expecting anything so this is awesome.
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Hey, no problem. I do what I can.
If there's anything else your Birthday Boy heart desires, lemme know. I'm willing to indulge you at least once a year.
[ As if he isn't a complete pushover the rest of the year... ]
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[Not that he'd overdo it. Hunk lets him get by with far too much during the year as it is. But he'd have to come up with something good at the very least.]
Besides, friends and a good time are pretty much all I thought to ask for this year considering we're stuck here so...
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[ He doesn't have much to say on the subject of their being stuck, and it's not something he wants to linger on, really. They're still without their families, and they're still without a resolution to their war (if it's even considered a war). All they've got is temporary reprieve on a copy of their home planet.
They've just got to make the most of it, he supposes, and he shakes off a sudden wave of sullenness with a deep breath and heavy exhale. ]
Well, I'll tell you what. The offer stands for a week. That's the max, though, so don't forget about it and let it expire.
Have you tried the cake yet?
[ Mango sponge, coconut glaze. It's a thing. ]
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Thankfully, the mood doesn't keep up and they can get back to being grinning idiots.]
A week. Niiiiice. [Plenty of time to think of something good.]
Dude...If other people want some of that cake they need to keep me from getting thirds.
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[ He teases a bit, leaning back in the chair he laid himself up in. He wasn't about to do anything too wild and crazy after he nearly died earlier in the week. ]
Though you should eat as much cake as you want. Birthday calories don't count.
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[ Hunk don't play the counting game, which is probably obvious. Cake's awesome any day of the year, #yolo, etc. ]
Anyway, it's technically your cake, so...
[ So Hunk's encouraging him. Nice try, though, Keith. ]
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[Because w o w, rude.]
...Thank you, Hunk. Damn right I don't need to watch calories.
[And that is easily proven when he goes to grab another slice of said cake--and promptly shoves it in his face. Bless this cake.]
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[ He chuckles a bit at that. trying to take it easy. He's still in some pain, but it was Lance's birthday - he wasn't going to let him worry on his birthday.]
So, birthday boy. What do you want to do now?
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I've got the volleyball stuff. And s'more stuff, but I figured that'd be for later. Y'know, maybe we can get a bonfire going or something?
There's always Marco Polo and Chicken, too. The game I mean. Not the food. And not the car version, the people version. In the water. That chicken.
2A.
still. Hunk's energy is really contagious; Manabu was dodging some pretty unpleasant feelings by sniffing out work to do he could help out with. this is pretty good medicine.]
Aa... [cooler? he yanks the last one up off the ground and passes it over with a grunt.] There's--that. And...addresses? [he glances around himself. he'd set the clipboard somewhere nearby an--ah.] Yeah, it's here. [he quickly snatches it off the van before the cooler can get dropped on it.]
Good to go, I think. [he raises his eyebrows in his glance back over toward Hunk.] You ready?
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Oh, wait, did you-- I've been driving today, mostly, but would you rather? I don't know if you have a strong preference or anything, 'cause I don't. I'm cool with whatever.
As long as there's a driver and a navigator, we're set, right?
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The route should already be arranged, closest to furthest and back around again. Once they get going, still in Heropa proper, Hunk has to frown at the various bits of damage present. Again. He'll have to see about throwing in with repair efforts, as well. ]
So, uh... Are you normally in Heropa? I mean, do you live down here? Or are you up the coast?
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[he looks up from the list in his hands, blinking.] Aa--n-no, I've got a room up in Nonah, actually. But I'm here enough that...I couldn't really stand not helping out.
[he gives the first page of the list an absent-minded lift to peek at the next line of addresses before he glances out his window.]
I don't think I did a good enough job during all the chaos. I need to step it up a bit more now. [nodding a little.]
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[ With the not helping out enough bit, he means. He's got his gear and his Lion. When he's back home with his team, the mission's clear. Here? Not so much. ]
I always feel like the most I can do here is cleaning up, you know? I can run repairs and lend a hand when the mess is already made, but... [ He shrugs a little helplessly, hands still on the wheel. ]
My friends were fighting zombies up north. I should've gone up to help them, but... At the same time, you don't want to leave one crisis for another, right?
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Manabu nods, understanding the feeling.] On the one hand, there was no shortage of things to help with...but on the other... [his mouth quirking in a sideways grin.] There was too many things to try and help with at one time. Ha.
1A
But, of course, she's not quite watching where she's going, and as she turns the corner, she smacks straight into a guy and -
Oh. Iris sidesteps those boxes, wincing in sympathy as they land with a heavy thud. Nothing's broken, but those sure look pretty heavy. Far more than she can feasibly carry, anyway. ]
Oh, no, I'm fine! I should be the one apologizing. [ She frowns, giving him a once-over. ] Are you okay too?
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[ But as he's unwinding from his sudden moment of panic, he can see that that's obviously not the case. He let's out a slow breath as his tensed-up posture uncurls, shoulders ultimately slumping in relief. Nobody's dead. It's fine. ]
I probably should've settled for two trips, huh?
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[ They sure sounded heavy. Iris stares down at the boxes now, daring to pick one of them up. It's... pretty hard, but she can manage it. Somehow.
(Thank her sudden desire to start weight lifting, because she's certain it's the only reason she can do it.) ]
Nah, I understand the urge to get this delivered as soon as possible. [ She beams, ] Let me help you with this, at least.
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He bends to set down and re-arrange what he's got before lifting it again. ]
Thanks. I appreciate it. Uh... Right this way.
[ It's not too long a trip. They go through a set of swinging doors and into the building's large, commercial kitchen, then to the receiving stack. There are a couple more volunteers milling about, sorting and putting things away. Hunk sets his boxes down and grins. Good job, team! ]
Sorry about that. Again. Uh... Oh! I'm Hunk, by the way.
[ He holds his hand out for a shake, maybe a little sheepish but still smiling. He'd almost bypassed introductions. ]