Action-Log [Open]---Cleaning up and Organizing

[light_of_willpower]

Who: Trunks (Future) and YOU (Open to all.)
What: After dealing with a haunted village and an abyss that feeds on rage, Trunks needs something normal and productive to do. Cleaning and organizing it is!
When:Post-orientation events? (Especially post his)
Where: Main Library--Dorm section
Warnings: Dust? None yet.



After checking in with the Librarians, after his and Sunset's adventure in the book with the butterfly on it and the cursed village and abyss, Trunks needed a distraction. A solo distraction, given the memories and emotions dealt with on their adventure. Wandering in the 'safe' areas but near the main-desk, eventually he found his way to what looked like a dorm section.

This must be where they would all be staying. There were empty name-plates on doors lining a hallway, and looking in one produced what he'd expected. Small rooms with basic furniture, and an attached bathroom. But the furniture was all stacked, and dusty, and linens were folded and left on the bed. Perfect--cleaning and organizing would give him something to do that would be mindless enough, but physically active.

He claimed a room by virtue of leaving his jacket and sword in it, and pulling the furniture down. Chair off the desk, making the bed, and he'd dust his own later. Taking one of the towels, he moved methodically down the hallway. Each room got a thorough dusting, and the beds were made and furniture set right and organized. Not more physically taxing than helping with the shelters he did back home, for those who'd escaped the Androids.


[OOC: Come say hi to a sweaty demi-saiyan doing some house cleaning. Feel free to help him, or not.]

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[light_of_willpower]

"Not exactly. I'm not entirely sure what we're supposed to do, other than help keep the books intact and everything in them the way it's supposed to be." Trunks responded, glad to see Cosmo was so far following along with him. "For example, I'm from Earth--but clearly a different Earth than you're from. Technology I'm used to probably isn't what you're used to--and I can prove it."

The white case had a logo on it, and it's a safe bet Cosmo'd never heard of Capsule Corp. Same logo on Trunk's jacket, but that was in another room. Opening it, Trunks pulled out a small tube-like thing. "This is a capsule, for example. My mother's company invented this technology, which allows for easy storage and transport of various objects." The capsule it self was labeled clearly 2031.

Trunks pressed the button on the top, and tossed the capsule to a clear spot on the floor. There was a faint cloud of smoke, a 'hoi poi' sound, and then a small, highly modern, fridge.. Getting up, Trunks moved to kneel in front, opening the door and Cosmo could see various canned beverages. Soda, juice, beer.

"What would you like to drink?" Trunks might just be amused by how casual he is about this, but how it's probably surprising to Cosmo.

[piano_man]

He watched the refrigerator appear. "Clearly." He can't take his eyes off it though. His time had just got the darn things, and only folks like Don and himself could really afford them. Now they were portable. Or would be. Maybe, if his Earth was Trunk's Earth in someway. He doubted it and, ow.

"Gee, you have any aspirin? This is giving my brain a work out." People from space and magic capsules. "A bourbon. Make it a double." He stared at the white case and then back at the purple haired teen, "On second that make it a triple."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks grinned, and pulled out the beer. "I'm sorry, this is the closest I've got." One handed directly to Cosmo, the other placed nearby. Also for Cosmo, as Trunks settled back in the chair.

[piano_man]

It had been a joke but Cosmo was actually grateful he'd been taken seriously for once. "You really do have it. Huh. Lemme guess, the drys didn't win in this place? Or did things just end up going back to normal?" He doesn't realize that Trunks might not know a thing about Prohibition, but frankly Scarlet, Cosmo doesn't care. He takes the beer gratefully, staring at it for a few moments before raising an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'll bite. How the heck do you open this thing?"

[light_of_willpower]

That gets a small laugh, Trunks leaning forward to show Cosmo, with his own can--but of soda. "You lift that tab, and then you pull it until it opens. Do not shake it though. This is called a canned beverage."

Trunks is used to taking things seriously, especially if they don't look like potential-threats. With Cosmo, he'll probably have to learn when the man is joking versus not. "From talking with some of the others, I'm coming to realize that while I'm from Earth, and there might be some cultural things that are the same--I'm from a different Earth than a lot of people here." Not just a different time, sadly.

[piano_man]

"Lift the tab..ah!" He takes a sip, making a face but still swallowing it. "Yuck." He takes another swallow, "Eugh." He relaxes back a little and takes one more drink "Blargh." He pauses to smack his lips a little, "This isn't half bad."

He was wondering about that, it didn't make any sense but at least he was getting some sort of explanation for it all. "So there's all sorts of different Earths around. You're from one where beer comes in tin cans, and I'm stuck with nothing. That's pretty fair." He looks Trunks over, "

[light_of_willpower]

"Lots of things come canned." Trunks responded with a small smile. "Soda, tea, coffee, soup, vegetables, bread, meat..." Taking a drink of his own can of soda, before he continued. "Before...before things started going badly," Putting it mildly there, and don't mind the sad and faintly angry look in blue-eyes. "West City was actually pretty advanced. Schools, shopping centers, TV studios, Wukong Hospital, Dream Land amusement park..."

A slow blink, and the smile turned sad. "It's also home to Capsule Corporation, which is responsible for most of the modern advances and conveniences on the planet. Cutting edge science and technological innovations--not least of which the capsule technology, like you just saw." A nod of his head over to the fridge.

[piano_man]

He was sipping now without the remarks but he was listening. His brow would furrow at a few of the words, wondering just what TV was, it was crazy. Here he was, still trying to get used to this idea of talking pictures, and now he was going to have to learn...or at least know of, a whole slew of new technologies.

"IT's crazy...say, would I sound insane if I asked you what year you came from?"

I think I have my dates right....

[light_of_willpower]

"784." Trunks responded, as Cosmo didn't sound insane to him at all. "Then I traveled back to the past. Twice." He's entirely serious and honest about this. "I was brought here to the Library from May 12th, year 767. My second trip to the past, as the first time I went back was to year 764."

Re: I think I have my dates right....

[piano_man]

No that doesn't sound right." He rubbed the back of his head, "See, I'm from nineteen twenty-eight and I know we don't have anything near this stuff." He gestures to the capsules and even the can in his hand. There's always the possibility that time was screwy in other worlds too.

"Wait. You traveled through time?"

Re: I think I have my dates right....

[light_of_willpower]

An entirely too serious nod. "I have." A sigh, and hand raking through purple bangs. "It's complicated, and it was a calculated risk. Mom and I didn't really have much choice, but to send me."

[piano_man]

He gave a small frown in thought before putting the beer aside. He crossed his arms a little tighter and leveled a look at Trunks, "Okay, kid, calculated risk means danger. What was it?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Besides the inherent potential for paradox?" Because that had been a pretty big one--and they'd still taken the risk. Trunks sighed, meeting that look easily. "Better we risk it and try and prevent what happened in my time, from happening elsewhere." Putting the soda aside and entirely serious. "In the year 764, my world's greatest Hero finally kills one of its greatest threats. Then 6 months later he dies from a virus that attacks his heart. Which means, 3 years later in 767, on May 12th, there's no one to stop two advanced Androids from starting their reign of terror. All of the other warriors who stood any kind of chance were killed. I was just a baby. The man who would eventually become my master, was a pre-teen."

[piano_man]

"Paradox?" Well that was something different. He listened, confused and showing it but he was listening. These other worlds just sounded so different from his own. Sure he knew there were problems in his world, obvious ones and ones that people turned away from. But androids, whatever those were, and fights to the death. "So you and your mom decided the risks were worth it. Darned if you do and darned if you don't?"

[light_of_willpower]

"Not just that, but...we had no other real option. No way to destroy them, or even put up a decent fight." Don't mind that his voice got low, years of frustration in it, or that his hands clenched into fists.

[piano_man]

Cosmo bites the inside of his cheek before shrugging to himself and slipping towards the purplenette. He rests a hand on his shoulder, "Hey that's why you take risks right? Because things have to be better."

[light_of_willpower]

It is a very tense shoulder, and Trunks almost seems startled. Not exactly used to others being comforting, or touchy-feely. Uncertain for a moment, then he's taking a breath and consciously trying to relax again. At least a bit. "Even if I can't save my world, maybe we can keep another from being ruined the way mine was."

[piano_man]

"There you go. We gotta get you trained on the great art of relaxation." He squeezes Trunks' shoulder a bit before pulling away with a casual shrug.

"Anything can happen. That's one thing I've learned from Hollywood."

[light_of_willpower]

Well at least he recognizes it's meant to be a comforting gesture.

Another deep breath in, and out, and Trunks brings up his soda. Taking a sip, before venturing a question. "This, is going to sound really stupid. What's Hollywood?"

[piano_man]

"Hey, with the way the conversation was going I half expected this." He waves his hand, trying to show the kid it was okay. Movie were probably not the first thing Trunks was going to be thinking about anyways.

"Hollywood is a town in my world. One of the most famous cities in my country. Mostly because a lot of famous celebrities, you know movie stars, dancers, singers those sorts. They all head there to try and make a name for themselves in pictures."

[light_of_willpower]

Relaxing again, with a smile. "I do actually know what movies are. And movie stars, dancers, singers." A pause. "Which means, I should probably ask you what you weren't familiar with, when I listed off things a moment ago, myself."

Because question and answer time was go.