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maskormenacelogs2014-10-07 06:01 pm
lifepreserver) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-10-07 06:01 pm
cruisin' and playin' the radio
WHO: Marty and YOU!
WHERE: Around Heropa (beach, school, shopping district, wherever)
WHEN: any time within October; dates may vary thread to thread
WHAT: Marty out and about Heropa
WARNINGS: none, will add if needed!
a. frozen banana stand
[There's a small, yellow frozen banana stand strategically placed near one of the busier beaches in Heropa. It's compact enough that it only allows space for a maximum of two or three people within it, and that's before taking into consideration the bunches of bananas that line the walls, as if to remind passerby's that yes, the employees here are selling you banana products.
That is, if you didn't already get the idea after seeing FROZEN BANANAS plastered in large, bold font above the stand itself. And if you were truly that blind, well, you probably didn't notice the blinking lights lining the window-like opening to the stall, in which stands one of its employees.
Marty leans against the counter, half-afraid if he pushes too hard the whole thing will fall over. If he's got the look of a bored teenager, it's because he is; bored and slightly embarrassed, given his kitschy banana t-shirt complete with sticker, which reads, HI, MY NAME IS ______. (Because he forgot to fill it in.)
The DeLorean is parked along the nearest street he could find along the beachside, within viewing distance. Marty watches as people mill by, not really looking excited to be here.]
b. that high school they all go to (classroom)
[Marty was never a perfect student, but he wasn't a terrible one, either. He's not usually prone to sleeping in class (he's often flirted with the idea more than he's followed through with it), but between having to readjust to a new lifestyle in Heropa and not having a great sleep schedule even before he arrived here, he's just plain tired.
And it shows, as he sits in class at the end of the day, head on his desk. Asleep.
He's seated in the back, so it's easier for him to get away with it, being ducked down behind everyone else. But when the buzzer goes off, denoting that it's time to go home, and everyone gets up to leave, Marty startles awake. He jolts up, a single sheet of notebook paper stuck to his forehead.]
Present! [He says automatically, brain still catching up to him.]
c. heropa shopping district
[Today, Marty stands in front of a music store, hands in his pockets and peering in. It's obvious he's window shopping; he has the look of someone who obviously can't afford what he's looking at, but appreciates it nonetheless.
If you're passing by, he might spontaneously say:]
Isn't she a nice one?
[If you try to figure out what the teen is referring to, you may notice a shiny red electric guitar on display, lined up along with a few others that appear just as appealing to any musician, would-be or otherwise.]
d. choose your own adventure
[Did we have something planned? Do you have something else you'd want to play out? Feel free to create your own starter or send me a msg and I'll do so for you.]
WHERE: Around Heropa (beach, school, shopping district, wherever)
WHEN: any time within October; dates may vary thread to thread
WHAT: Marty out and about Heropa
WARNINGS: none, will add if needed!
[There's a small, yellow frozen banana stand strategically placed near one of the busier beaches in Heropa. It's compact enough that it only allows space for a maximum of two or three people within it, and that's before taking into consideration the bunches of bananas that line the walls, as if to remind passerby's that yes, the employees here are selling you banana products.
That is, if you didn't already get the idea after seeing FROZEN BANANAS plastered in large, bold font above the stand itself. And if you were truly that blind, well, you probably didn't notice the blinking lights lining the window-like opening to the stall, in which stands one of its employees.
Marty leans against the counter, half-afraid if he pushes too hard the whole thing will fall over. If he's got the look of a bored teenager, it's because he is; bored and slightly embarrassed, given his kitschy banana t-shirt complete with sticker, which reads, HI, MY NAME IS ______. (Because he forgot to fill it in.)
The DeLorean is parked along the nearest street he could find along the beachside, within viewing distance. Marty watches as people mill by, not really looking excited to be here.]
[Marty was never a perfect student, but he wasn't a terrible one, either. He's not usually prone to sleeping in class (he's often flirted with the idea more than he's followed through with it), but between having to readjust to a new lifestyle in Heropa and not having a great sleep schedule even before he arrived here, he's just plain tired.
And it shows, as he sits in class at the end of the day, head on his desk. Asleep.
He's seated in the back, so it's easier for him to get away with it, being ducked down behind everyone else. But when the buzzer goes off, denoting that it's time to go home, and everyone gets up to leave, Marty startles awake. He jolts up, a single sheet of notebook paper stuck to his forehead.]
Present! [He says automatically, brain still catching up to him.]
[Today, Marty stands in front of a music store, hands in his pockets and peering in. It's obvious he's window shopping; he has the look of someone who obviously can't afford what he's looking at, but appreciates it nonetheless.
If you're passing by, he might spontaneously say:]
Isn't she a nice one?
[If you try to figure out what the teen is referring to, you may notice a shiny red electric guitar on display, lined up along with a few others that appear just as appealing to any musician, would-be or otherwise.]
[Did we have something planned? Do you have something else you'd want to play out? Feel free to create your own starter or send me a msg and I'll do so for you.]
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Your minutes seem to run long.
[ But look, he's up, and he's not going to go walking around with paper stuck to his forehead, so she's probably done her good samaritan deed for the next week. as far as school's concerned. ]
ImPort or transfer?
[ She needs to work on asking questions while she starts to walk away, but she does want to keep moving. Heropa High has her attention for exactly as long as it needs to, and then she's off for the next part of her day. ]
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[Good thing Marty has always had an innate sense of urgency within him when it concerns time (how ironic that is, in retrospect), and now that it's time to leave, he's more than willing to pack his things up and head out.]
Um... imPort. [he manages, stuffing books and papers into his backpack on the floor, zipping it up, then standing and tossing it over his shoulder. It's still a strange term for him to say and hear. He can't help but think that it makes them all sound like commodities or trade goods.] Just got "ported in" a few days ago. You?
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Since April of this year.
[ ............ her poor conversationalist skills are currently striking. ]
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Thankfully, Marty's conversationalist skills can make up for the vast void.]
I seem to be running into more and more imPorts who have been here longer than they'd probably like.
[Though it's merely assumption, he can't imagine many would like to be torn away from their homes for weeks on end, much less months. Marty shifts the strap of his backpack against his shoulder again, readjusting it. He's ready to exit class, but he'll let Annie lead the way out. Ladies first and all.]
Hey... uh, my notes might not be very... comprehensive in that last lecture just now. Do you mind if I borrow yours sometime?
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But she's surprised. No one's asked for those before, and she's not sure how much help her notes, or her shorthand, will be to anyone else. ]
I'm not opposed... I don't know how useful they'll be for you. I write in shorthand.
[ Which looks like code until you realize it kind of is, with a system of abbreviations that make sense to her mind. ]
I could write them out longhand for you - or type them out. If that helps.
[ Better to keep practicing her typing speed and skills on the laptop. ]
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He's not completely sure he'd be able to decipher shorthand, and there's no point in pretending otherwise.]
You don't have to go and write or type your notes out all over again for my sake. [He shrugs, seeming to abandon the idea. No point in making her do extra work for his sake alone.] I'll just stay awake next time.
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[ She shrugs at that - she's never had one of those, but it's been cited at her, and it can't be too different from how her private tutors have been with her. Just much less of a gap in knowledge present. ]
Is this world all that different from the one you're from? Or... this school. The subjects being studied.
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[He shifts his backpack against his shoulder again. It's strange, going to school, living a "normal" life... in a foreign world where nothing could truly ever fit his definition of the word.]
A lot of it is the same... but a lot of it is different. [He responds, not really answering her question at the same time.] This world is a giant anachronism to me. You've got flying cars and crazy technology, coupled with a 50's vibe. The subjects are about the same, too, until you take a history course, and you realize that this United States' history is nothing like what you know in some respects. Like the whole... Cold War thing.
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[ That one appears to be new for every Earth iteration that's appeared. ]
Seems to be new for everyone. I don't know if any of it gets less weird - being close but obviously different might make it harder than for those of us where everything is completely new.
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[To say that he really wishes he could return home would be redundant; Marty's sure he doesn't have to say as much to a fellow imPort, where the feeling was likely mutual and obvious. If only the DeLorean would work the way it was supposed to... but then again, this wasn't the first time he found himself stuck outside of his home, outside of his time. He can weather the storm again.
Maybe.
He considers her sentence for a moment before asking, though:]
"Us" meaning... you?
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Myself, and those like me, from either early points in an Earth history, or from similar enough worlds, and similar enough times before this age. I didn't know what electricity was before I arrived here. Plumbing this advanced was also new.
[ Indoor plumbing. It's really awesome. ]
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Or perhaps he'd be assuming too much, believing the latter.]
Do you like it here?
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Here in Heropa? Or this world?
[ She knows which. She still asks. ]
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[A hand shoved into his pocket, casually.]
Do you get homesick?
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[ Her response hadn't come straight away. Annie fell into silence, considering his question. It's a complicated one for her... but her answer had been honest enough. ]
But I left my home five years ago, and I don't think I'll ever see it again. So it's an old feeling. What I miss here is the familiarity... a sense that maybe I know what's going on.