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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[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.