maskormenacelogs | It's summer but there's no vacation

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For better or for worse, Tetsuo's been working at learning lately. Usually someone to shy away from school, or just not care.. but there's a few projects he's been working on. More added in comments as they happen.

Things he'll be doing this month includes weird science projects. Feel free to suggest stuff to do or just assume he'll try it if it sounds suitably weird, destructive, fun or best yet, all three. I'll be adding starters to these.

He'll also be obtaining a marimo moss ball/making an aquarium store trip, practicing Japanese handwriting and reading some introductory materials to scientific processes from Qubit. Also still working in the arcade on a project.]

Edited 2016-06-05 03:23 (UTC)

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1. The Volcano

[In the backyard of Nonah 05, Tetsuo's been hard at work. Somewhere off to the other side of the yard, away from the fish pool and shed, he's been carefully pulling the ground up, molding it around and around. He's even gone and obtained what looks like even more clay, sparing none of (probably Kaneda's) money in constructing a giant clay volcano taller than he is. (five and a half feet, roughly).

He'll be rounding up everyone he can find to come admire this new glorious addition to the backyard, complete with a washed out vinegar gallon filled with baking soda ready to lift and dump in. How much (red dyed) vinegar is in this volcano?

That's a question no one probably wants to know, but is about to find out.]

Oi! Check this out!

2. Mentos and Coke

[Next on the list, fortunately in the front yard this time, you can find Tetsuo with an alarming number of of coke bottles and some packets of mentos by his feet. He's getting these somewhere, best not to ask; that's not the IMPORTANT part.

The cool part is seeing what they do. And pointing it at people or trying to hit obstacles with it.]

3. Ooblek

[Apparently, a mix of corn starch and water reveals a weird, slimy-yet-hard antiliquid that oozes easily down when it's not impacted by a force, but the second something moves it, it becomes hard. Clearly, the best way to do this is learn about it, test it out in the sink, go out and get a ton of it, then use the hose to make a bucket of the stuff. He empties it out a couple times before he gets the consistency right, and ... in true fuckboy fashion, goes on to terrorize anyone around with the stuff. Who let him near science? Who thought this was a good idea to encourage?!

Throwing it. tossing it around in weird shapes with his powers. Plastering the poor tree with it unless someone makes him stop. At least it's all biodegradable and nontoxic.]

4. Other. He's been unleashed.

[Building and firing a potato canon (why), building catapults, playing with seeing how many matches he can get into a ball with his powers before setting them on fire, making a battery out of a pickle or potato, growing crystals, seeing how much pressure he can apply (from a distance) to an aerosol bottle before it explodes, making a bottle rocket, seeing if his powers can lift and bend fire around, and more. Let's just do it!]

5. Reading!?

[Lounging on the couch downstairs, out in the backyard somewhere, on the balcony or more likely on the roof, if it's not raining. He's got a set of books out with him that Qubit got him directly from Japan, thumbing through and trying to not be caught with them. Though, let's face it, he's not the best at hiding activities.]

[This may get edited with some open prompts but for now, hit me up or whatever!]

That's...a volcano, alright.

[Even knowing just what Tetsuo was doing, even FUNDING the necessary ingredients to make this a reality, Kaneda still stares at it in a mixture of awe and that weird fear that it may be slightly more explosive than the original plan was.

Oh, did you think he was disappointed? Hell no.

He's proud, and that awe soon has a smile split his face as a hand plants itself on the side of it.

Nicely made too--no paint job, but it's not really here to look the part of an active mountain. As long as it can shoot the stuff out, that's all that matters.]

You really DID it!

[she's kind of extra hermity at the beginning of the month thanks to some Awkward Stuff with Tetsuo, but it's impossible to get rid of Hazel. come hit her up!!]

Yes! Has a tube in it and everything!

[That thick pipe segment he'd lugged all the way here had a use, after all..]

It's already loaded, too - all it needs is that stuff.

[Mountains don't have paint! That'd be his argument, anyway. His isn't made of rock, but ... don't test him on that too hard. If anyone could, it would be him. Tetsuo's own face echoes that grin, eyeing his work up and down. It's tapered nicely, sculpted decently evenly. He'd walked around and around it, applying pressure inwards until the whole thing was packed together, drying into a dense, solid mass. It's installed.

Maybe for good, maybe gone if it rains a lot... but for now, he DID THIS.]

So you did it all right?

[He walks around it, as if giving it a final inspection. It did look a lot like the ones the kids made, albeit theirs was paper mache--if anything, Tetsuo's was built to last longer than just for a science fair. He has no idea what the precautions or criteria for a volcano are, but he sure does pretend he does as he gives an approving nod.]

The...

[And he's goin to try and English this out]

Vinegar and Baking soda?

The ...

[If he hadn't been dealing with them just recently, he'd never have had a clue what those words are. Even now, it takes him a bit. They're not usually things people think about, so not easily gleaned vocabulary.]

The vinegar's in the volcano already.

[That reply's in Japanese only, because FUCK ENGLISH AND ITS V SOUND. He's not playing this game. No.]

Edited 2016-06-05 19:25 (UTC)

[He has to agree, v is the worst thing to be invented when it comes to his accent.]

So just the baking soda, then. You got enough? I wrote the measurements out...I think they're right...

[He gives that volcano one more pat before stepping back.]

And the red colouring?

Maybe.

[He gives a dubious look to the several boxes worth of baking soda he's got measured out. He actually did math, voluntarily, just to multiply all of this.

Don't tell.]

It wasn't big enough when you did it. I think I kept the ratio right.

[Well, no, Kaneda had been doing the amounts for a smaller volcano.]

...

Except for the red. I dunno about that part.

[He sure hopes Tetsuo did, because he did that completely unsupervised...and that does raise a few concerns. Tetsuo did tend to stray off the path when it came to "well, this'll be cooler".]

Well, we'll have to see, yeah?

So what if it's pink? Maybe it's just on a diet!

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[Search your heart, Kaneda. What do you know for certain he did? Spoilers, it probably involves looking at the resulting numbers, shrugging, and adding more. But hey, that's all part of science, too.

Find out why that doesn't make as fun of a reaction.]

It's not supposed to be pink, that's what! If it is, we gotta start over.

[They'll probably have to start over for a lot of reasons, cool factor being chief among these.]

Anyway, you ready to see this?

[Sharkbait, the resident leg-loving bulldog at Casa Ludgate-Graham, is out for a walkie with Will. They have so many dogs that getting a walkie all to himself isn't wholly common, and thus to be treasured. His beautiful legs are working overtime today as he enjoys the sights and smells and places to wee on without any other dogs to dictate pace or where they do or don't go. It's a truly wonderful day to be a bulldog.

Then there is the first potato, and as Sharkbait clasps it in his handsome, beefy jaws, he thinks today might be the most wonderful day he's had in...well, ever. This thought process is confirmed when ANOTHER potato lands nearby. He ignores the confusion and "don't eat that, Horndog, you don't know if that's a normal potato" from his owner. When a third lands, Sharkbait realizes he must find out where they are coming from. Where this heavenly place is, this paradise of potatoes.

With more strength than anyone might assume a bulldog has, his meaty short legs launch at the perfect angle for the loop of his leash to fly out of Will's hand. And then it's just a matter of following the Sky-Delivered potatoes, drool getting everywhere while he ignores Will's yelling and chasing after him in order to complete his quest.

Tetsuo will be greeted by a bulldog, leash on the ground behind him, stopping twenty or so feet away. Staring at him with a potato in his mouth.

He drops the potato and licks his chops.

He is ready for a new potato, Potato God Man.]

[This thing is awesome.

Tetsuo snagged the entire bag of potatoes from the kitchen, and is now standing with way too huge a grin aiming it at random things and pulling the trigger. It's harder to aim than a normal gun, slightly longer than he was tall, meaning that to reload it, he has to take a step back to load it, and then flip the whole thing around to prime it with more hairspray. But there's something just so satisfying about balancing the PVC pipe on his shoulder, loaded and primed, and pulling the trigger. He can feel the potato leave the chamber, rewarded with a foomp! as it goes off into the world to attack something.

His first potato hit a car.

His second didn't quite take out the neighbor's window.

His third went who knows where down the street, followed by the fourth.

By the seventh one, he notices that one of his potatoes returned to him, in the mouth of ...

..

Oh shit. Oh no. It's the last kind of thing in the world he wants to deal with.

Tetsuo hurries up loading the chamber with spray, drops the can, and aims his cannon directly at the dog. He should be ashamed of himself right about now, but in true teenage bastard fashion he really, really isn't. Apparently, he's still got a kicked puppy quota to fill.

And fires it.

The shot goes high; he hasn't gotten used to the kickback of this thing, or learned how to brace a two-handed shoulder cannon yet. It sails right over that dog, meaning he'll have to reload it AGAIN to hit his mark. Dammit!]

[Meanwhile, the dog simply watches. What is the god of potatoes doing? He can just as easily throw those potatoes at Sharkbait and their game can continue. Humans, always making things so fucking complicated when they don't need to be.

Foomp!

Sharkbait cranes his neck to watch the new potato fly over his head. This is a glorious moment in the dog's life, like when that kid had Free Willy sailing right over him. Except Sharkbait has a weird smile and his tongue is hanging out and there is drool everywhere. Whatever! It's a glorious, beautiful sight. He skitters after it when it lands, looks back to the bag of potatoes...and realizes.

This potato god does not want his potatoes back. They are not playing fetch, are they? Sharkbait stares at the new potato, circles it, looks up at Tetsuo...and lifts his leg.

He is being watched by a smiling, drooling bulldog as said bulldog takes a moment to happily urinate all over his fallen failure of a missile.]

Edited (head =/= neck) 2016-06-07 22:18 (UTC)

[ Days like this, Kasumi isn't sure she knows what she's doing, anymore. Extraordinary events outside, Kasumi likes this place. She likes the idea of being in a strange alternate universe and meeting all sorts of people; there are a lot of things she dislikes about being here, but she's found good things.

The truth of the matter, though, is that she's felt pretty lost since Charlie was ported out. Both she and Peter did--and then Peter was gone too, and suddenly Kasumi was "the one who gets left behind," again. At that point, Kasumi remembers thinking, what's the point? Why allow yourself to get attached to people here when they'll leave, and they won't remember you, and your memories feel less and less valid because you're the only one that has them? Why even care?

It's on days like that, that Kasumi demonstrates just how selfish she is. It's why she'd lied to Jacob time and time again, why she did so in spite of Hawke's feelings and why she let herself enjoy a night out or two with Duv. Jacob is right--she just wants to take and take like the thief that she is and honestly, that's what she's best at, and what does it matter if they're all just going to forget in the end, anyway? It's fine, isn't it?

So why does she feel liks such crap, right now?

It's with a heavy heart, and heavy steps, that Kasumi finds herself at Nonah 05 once again--not at the front door, this time, unlike the last time she was here that Ken let her in, but out back, her usual entrance. And not with yet another man she's lied to, this time, but with six to-go glasses of boba in different flavors--one for each (legal) resident of the house, and one for herself. She leaves four on the kitchen counter for the others to find, and two she takes with her as she tries to find where Ken might be. She did promise him this when she asked to use the house as a decoy residence, after all. ]

[Any potato touched by a dog is gone already. He'd just as soon crush one with his mind until it exploded into potato pulp than even touch it. But even then, as Tetsuo hastily goes through the reloading process as fast as possible, he can't escape seeing what this fucker does to his latest attempt at tuber marksmanship.]

You little shit!

[It's mocking him. It's bad enough it exists, but this bastard's fucking mocking him! HELL NO. Latest potato ready, he hoists his cannon back up to his shoulder, tries to sight down the barrel at it, and fires again.

...

This potato also fails to hit the dog, sailing past it on a low trajectory to land across the street against a house.

At this point he's starting to realize that maybe he should have figured out how to add a sight onto this thing, or maybe he built it weird? This has no accuracy when he desperately needs it to.]

[Sharkbait's smile only GROWS at Tetsuo's anger and filthy language. It's almost like the dog understands those three words and rather than take them as offense he wears them with pride. Yes, he is little, and he is often a shit, thank you for noticing, Potato God! How observant you are in everything but proper aim!

He lowers his leg, the potato now marinating in sun-charged wee sauce, and watches the next potato. Okay, that's...he's not sure what Potato God is going for ehre but he is not about to cross the street to get to that potato. May it rest in peace. Maybe it will find a new owner to plant it and grow MORE potatoes. That's the best part of potatoes, they make more potatoes. Circle of life.

The dog either has no idea Tetsuo intends him harm or just doesn't care, because after he spots the missile land, he looks back at Tetsuo. There's a curious tilt of his head (the dog version of asking what the fuck is going on, buddy) and a low aroo to go with it.

What are you doing? the dog asks him.

He doesn't even twitch an ear at the warning that Will is catching up. A faint yelled "SHARKBAIT!" hits the scene, but quietly and without any notice from the dog himself. Could be anyone, couldn't it.]

[He has to take his eyes off the dog if he wants to reload this faster, but Tetsuo doesn't dare. He stares it down the whole time with murder in his eyes, calling a potato right to float into his hand with a twist of his mind, shoving it hard into the tube, flipping it, repeating this process with the hairspray...

...

Nothing.

He looks down for a moment, reorienting in his mind where he'd dropped it in order to grab fast hold of it psychokinetically-

...and explode it in a puff of smoke and shards of aluminum when his grip is too tight. He barely manages to keep it all contained with his mind, tightening his grip on the whole thing so the explosion freezes harmlessly in midair. Only once it's safe, he drops everything onto the grass for someone else to deal with, and reaches for another spray can. He came prepared for this shit.

The dog's still waiting with a look that says it must know that it's all its fault, and it welcomes this guilt. What's Tetsuo gonna do about it? Well, he'll show it what he'll do, he'll pick up that other can with his HAND, god DAMMIT, add in more than he needs to, seal the chamber, hoist it up and nudge with his powers as he's aiming, just a little, trying a different method of aligning it. To where he's sure he'll hit the bastard this time. Nothing else registers in his mind except him, the dog, and this cannon that will hit that dog.

Pee. On. This.

He pulls the trigger.]

[Tetsuo's powers get fuck all from the dog, which may only fuel his rage further. Sharkbait was born in this world. Sharkbait lives with four imPorts (and one Luggage). Sharkbait has seen some weird shit. So Tetsuo's superpowered premature ejaculations get little more than a face and by the time he's loaded the thing, Sharkbait has delivered the most brutal insult.

He has laid down. He has put his big jiggly chin on his paws. He is giving off the vibe of being bored to the point of tired instead of wowed or horrified or even caring about the man he's so easily pissed off by his existence and his pissing.

Foomp!

The potato is launched, hurling with deadly accuracy right as that smug little shit's face. This dog is surely done for, about to go home with tail between legs, bruised and wailing. This dog has no chance. The potato, and Tetsuo, will conquer. They will sing songs and hold feasts in his honor, referring to Tetsuo as "Forehead God" and Sharkbait as "Fearsome Beast." This victory shall go down in history books, and in centuries people will wonder if it really happened or if it's mere legend, too amazed by the awe-inspiring tale to easily believe in it.]

Got you!

[Until Will Graham appears in the split second before potato is about to smash into bulldog's head.

He appears, plaid and shaggy, nearly out of breath, his first action to pick up the dog.

The dog doesn't move. The dog is not bothered by this turn of events. His protector is here...

...to take the potato bullet for him. Right in the shoulder, which causes a surprised grunt before Will loses his balance and is effectively laid out due to the cannon's power.

He doesn't get up immediately. He doesn't know what just happened.

He does, however, reach one hand out to grab the leash. Give him a moment, please, both of his shoulders are in poor shape and he swears he's covered in busted potato.

He needs to get a head scan soon because this can't be real.]

[Yeah...yeah he often translates Tetsuo's own bizarre language, and 'adjusting the numbers' means 'I just added what I thought looked cool'.

But hey, he's here to observe--this was Tetsuo's project after all.]

As ready as I'll ever be. It's my first time seeing a volcano erupt, after all!

Okay!

[He steps back, lifting the baking soda container up with his mind, and drifts it slowly, slowly over to the top of the volcano.

This isn't an easy thing. It looks it, but it's a lot harder to tilt something in his mind than just change its location, and this time he's putting way more emphasis on being careful than usual. Months and months of practice are the only thing standing between fracturing the gallon, and tilting it in one single motion downwards.

... the baking soda doesn't fall right away, caught in the same power as the gallon. He stares at it, then growls something, focusing harder. The entire container shakes as he adjusts his 'grip' on it, Tetsuo grimaces in concentration, THEN all the powder falls in a rush down the tube.

There. See? He did it!]

Hah!

[Tetsuo pulls the container back, tossing it thoughtlessly off to the side somewhere, and watches. For a second, nothing happens. The baking soda disperses. Then it all bubbles up in a rush of angry pink foam, spilling down the sides and pooling in residual bubbles on the ground. It's big enough that it takes a while, too much there for the baking soda to get right away. Some of the baking soda bubbles right back up in white patches, transported to bubble and froth in vinegar pools on the ground. More foam still shoots up in a few bursts a little ways into the air, pressed higher up by the vinegar being bottlenecked by a cake of dissolving powder.

It's all over in seconds.]

[Blessed be the Forehead God and his fearsome potato might. Wretched be the Fearsome Beast, who grovels before him in the vain hope that it will grant him mercy. But no, it is not to be. The potato streaks forward, its path true. Tetsuo watches it carefully, waiting for the yelp of pain that signifies his victory.

Lie down when he's trying to shoot you, will you, Dog?!

But Tetsuo's taken too long at this task, and just like always, the dog spawns an owner coming to its 'rescue' at the last second. Just before the potato hits, there's someone in the way. Tetsuo's mouth opens to yell. He tries to grab hold of his projectile with his mind, but it's way too far away, way too late.

It hits the guy instead of his target as Tetsuo stands there watching, cannon drooping down to touch muzzle to grass.

Well. FINE. FINE!! Not even bothering with the cannon anymore, he lets it drop to the ground next to his dwindling potato supply and stalks his way over there himself. The guy's just lying there, felled by the potato that was meant for the most loathed animal, A Dog.]

What the hell?!

[He means on why step in. But that's a very versatile question, isn't it? It could refer to literally anything....]

It's summer but there's no vacation

Tetsuo

Kaneda

Science No One Should Have Asked For

Ken

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Hazel "literal skeleton in the basement" Lockwood

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4 - POTATO CANNON

let the horror begin

yes plz

I'm sorry this is so long

you are a saint

rip coffee this is incredible bless you

I can't stop laughing

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