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route666rp2025-06-02 09:45 am
taediosum) wrote in route666rp2025-06-02 09:45 am
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After spending thirty years of my life hiding my association with the Enclave [open]
Who: Arcade (taediosum) & OPEN
What: Arts & crafts (or some long overdue vehicle maintenance)
When: Some activity during the morning stop & early evening
Where: His truck
Warnings: TBD but nothing likely
Note: I have an opt-in here for Arcade's vital sense ability, please leave a comment if it's something you're interested in coming up here or in future threads! Otherwise, no worries, it just won't work on/around them.
[ Ordinarily, Arcade only looks for salvage of practical things, at the intermittent garage stop. He doesn't know much about vehicle maintenance beyond the basics, and even that's mostly still only in theory. (Luckily, he somehow hasn't had to field a flat tire or an overheating engine, yet.) But he knows plenty about surviving in a post-apocalyptic waste with little to live on, from place to place. He also knows too much about personally handling triage, in those same circumstances.
So it's really no wonder it's taken him this long to start picking up things that aren't necessarily needed but still... Well, probably should have been considered, at least, a little sooner. (But he's had a whole host of other things to worry about, these past few months, unsurprisingly.)
He's already started a small collection of patchwork canvas, wherever he can find it. It's going to take a while to actually completely enclose the back of the truck, again, so that it can serve as somewhat more suitable shelter - so he'll be around crudely stitching together the various pieces of cover that he's managed to collect, thus far, both in the early morning hours and at night. He's not quite as good at sewing as he is at suturing, and it's kind of obvious.
Or maybe he's trying to flag someone down to lend a hand with actually fitting his makeshift tarp over the top of the truck's trailer— ] Hey, do you have a minute? I could use some help, here.
[ One particular evening, he can also be found with a small collection of old paint cans, painstakingly hunted down in the latest set of ruins. He's set up alongside the truck's cab, eyeing the faded spray paint stenciled logo on the door in front of him - before unceremoniously dashing a swath of old beige paint over it.
Maybe it's because he hasn't made a plan until now to actually get rid of it (despite all the trouble it's already caused), but covering it up feels better than expected. ]
taediosum) & OPENWhat: Arts & crafts (or some long overdue vehicle maintenance)
When: Some activity during the morning stop & early evening
Where: His truck
Warnings: TBD but nothing likely
Note: I have an opt-in here for Arcade's vital sense ability, please leave a comment if it's something you're interested in coming up here or in future threads! Otherwise, no worries, it just won't work on/around them.
[ Ordinarily, Arcade only looks for salvage of practical things, at the intermittent garage stop. He doesn't know much about vehicle maintenance beyond the basics, and even that's mostly still only in theory. (Luckily, he somehow hasn't had to field a flat tire or an overheating engine, yet.) But he knows plenty about surviving in a post-apocalyptic waste with little to live on, from place to place. He also knows too much about personally handling triage, in those same circumstances.
So it's really no wonder it's taken him this long to start picking up things that aren't necessarily needed but still... Well, probably should have been considered, at least, a little sooner. (But he's had a whole host of other things to worry about, these past few months, unsurprisingly.)
He's already started a small collection of patchwork canvas, wherever he can find it. It's going to take a while to actually completely enclose the back of the truck, again, so that it can serve as somewhat more suitable shelter - so he'll be around crudely stitching together the various pieces of cover that he's managed to collect, thus far, both in the early morning hours and at night. He's not quite as good at sewing as he is at suturing, and it's kind of obvious.
Or maybe he's trying to flag someone down to lend a hand with actually fitting his makeshift tarp over the top of the truck's trailer— ] Hey, do you have a minute? I could use some help, here.
[ One particular evening, he can also be found with a small collection of old paint cans, painstakingly hunted down in the latest set of ruins. He's set up alongside the truck's cab, eyeing the faded spray paint stenciled logo on the door in front of him - before unceremoniously dashing a swath of old beige paint over it.
Maybe it's because he hasn't made a plan until now to actually get rid of it (despite all the trouble it's already caused), but covering it up feels better than expected. ]
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[ And Arcade wouldn't really be able to disagree. Even though he has legs, for the moment, and no extra limbs, either - he's not exactly fond of the changes this place has imposed on him.
But that doesn't mean he's not a little offended by the easy comparison, either, as he turns stiffly back to the trailer, grabbing an end of rope to start tying it down to the metal cage holding up the tarp. ]
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[Donnie makes a face, his wings hooding over him as he pulls them close like he could hide in their shadow.]
I guess between the bird feet and the snake tail I'd take the feet because the other thing was just weird trying to get used to. But I'd really rather not get bird feet again.
[If he's caused offense he doesn't catch it, but he's never been good at that sort of thing.]
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I'd really rather not get... Any of that. But unfortunately we don't have much choice in the matter. At this point, I'm just trying to enjoy the moments when I'm not some... Horrible thing, and I still feel mostly like myself.
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He finally registers what Arcade's doing, moving to try helping on the other side, still unaware of any upset he might have caused.]
...yeah. Somehow we're supposed to stay who we are, as much as possible but that seems to be getting more challenging.
[He admits the latter part quietly. It scares him, not knowing when control of his own behavior will slip again.]