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

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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"UGH," Rose flomped on the nearest piece of not-completely disgusting furniture, just in your space, invading, as she does, "I feel tired just watching you," she laughed quietly.

That would likely be the desk-chair, although he still needs to wipe that down and dust it. Fortunately it seemed like most things just needed dusting and airing out. "Sorry." Sincere, even if he's not going to stop as he's hauling the mattresses off the bed and leaning 'em against the wall.

"Tired of sneaking up on people already, or were you getting into some other kind of trouble?" Definite amusement in his tone, as he moves with the damp cloth and bucket to start wiping down wood and metal.

She giggles evilly, turns around so she's backwards in the chair, straddling it and leaning on the back before spinning around in a lazy circle. Nice figure, lots of muscles. She'll just quietly enjoy the view, thank you very much!

"Yes," fufufuf. The latter one mostly. "I heard my friend might be here from one of my hide and go seek, tag, guess-who victims, but he must be on the go. Like I said, he never sleeps much. You seem almost at home with all this though, yeah?" It's a question... sort of. She meant it to be more of a question than it sounds anyway.

Definitely confirmed what he'd said about being a fighter, when she'd startled him before from her game. Honestly, he seemed kind of oblivious to her staring. At least in any way other than that she's just being companionable.

"At home with what, cleaning and adventure?" There's still amusement in his tone, shifting the furniture some so he can continue dusting. Then it's wiped down with a clean rag, and the mattresses go back on.

She's good at companion-ing.

And she laughs as he cleans up so calmly. "All of the above. 'Known a few fighters who are good at the whole travelin' thing, but they're nowhere near disciplined enough to handle cleanin' so well," she stuck her tongue out to the side.

"Discipline is necessary, I'm kind of surprised by that." Trunks murmured, moving on to the dresser. "I'm used to doing it, honestly. Helping set up shelters and organize and clean for survivors." Too honest there, and tension in his shoulders now not just from cleaning. "Short version--my home is messed up. It's been terrorized by 2 psychotic androids who don't really care about anything but themselves, since I was a baby."

Definitely more tension now, in his tone and in the wiping. Then there's a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm. Stopping his cleaning, so he can focus on this. "Pretty much everyone able to even distract them, died before I was 2. Including our resident Namekian, and the strongest martial artists on the planet."

At first, there's a soft grin about the setting up shelters and cleaning for survivors. Rose's greatest respect for people, their integrity and will to survive came in from that. Watching them repair even when everything was being destroyed and falling down crumbling around them. And still they protected and cared for each other, did their best.

As he finished, however, she frowned, folded both arms on the back of the chair and leaned forward to watch him a bit better. "What happened?" she asked gently. To let the androids into a position of terrorism, to kill the namekian. "Or is it a time travel thing, can't mention," a head tilt, "And not to bring up painful memories of the past, yeah? Just if it'll help to get it off your chest. I know what it's like to not have anyone to share this stuff with. Always better with two."

"It wouldn't be a thing you couldn't mention--not depending on when you're on my Earth. It depends on if you're in my time, or the past. I already changed it once."

Honestly, he's not sure if he wants to share or not. It's--it would be so nice to have someone to share this with, who gets it. For so long it was him, and Mom, and Master Gohan. And then just him and Mom, and even when he'd been to the past, he had to keep certain things secret.

"You changed your past?" Rose's eyes widened and she nearly fell out of the chair. "Dangerous that..."

Her eyes narrowed in thought, "Then again, probably less so than the original course, yeah?"

Oh Trunks, she hears you there on only sharing with a select few. Especially since her Mum went and remarried her alternate universe Dad/not!Dad. It's a mess. And there's Mickey, but that's even messier since she wanted him to move on and not treat her like a failsafe. And vice versa her to him as well.

"I...did and I didn't." Pain there, in blue eyes and he's looking down, ashamed. Abandoning the cleaning to come and sit on the bare mattress, elbows on his knees and head low. "I didn't change my future at all. I'm not sure I've even prevented it from happening there. Goku didn't die in the past when he was supposed to, because I changed it. But the androids there weren't the same ones that decimated my world. Somehow, I altered the past--but I didn't change it. My future still exists as it is."

There is a deep breath in, and out, and it is so easy to see the guilt, the weight he carries. "But," And there's determination there too, diamond hard and clear. "If I can prevent what happened in my world from happening again, I'll do it. Whatever it takes."

Rose got up and gingerly sat beside him on the mattress, gently giving a small hug around the shoulders. Bad habits died hard, and she'd been known to comfort even enemies she'd been raging at only seconds before.

"I've spent the last... I can't even count how long, trying to make a fixed point, to keep someone from dying." She let out a deep breath and hugged Trunks a little harder. "For what it's worth, it gets easier, yeah?" she gave him a lopsided grin, trying to cheer him up with her promise. "It really does. Because eventually you get the hang of what causes what else, and it's a lot easier to snap the right things into place." She gently nudged a fist to his chin in a 'cheer up' move. "And it sounds like, you're working against a lot more than just one man's own stubborn stupidity like I am, yeah?" another wry lopsided grin, because there was a lot more to it than that, but still. "It gets better, I promise," she gingerly knuckled his shoulder comfortingly.

It's probably like hugging a rock, as Trunks is mostly muscle for all his slim build otherwise. Nor does he get hugs often, as he's looking at her, startled-surprise in blue eyes. It's not unwelcome though, as he takes a breath, and listens.

"I was still in that alternate past, when I was brought here. The second time. We might've found a way, even if the Androids I know still exist there. We also have everyone alive, and people are stronger." His father was stronger. That had to count for something.

Edited 2017-02-12 03:02 (UTC)

Yeah, he's reminding her more than ever of her blue-eyes Doctor, like when they first met. But with a touch of herself in there. She wondered slightly if the Doctor would hate what had happened to her. That she'd become a bit harder, tougher, stringier.

Rose nodded her head and tried to knuckle his shoulders a little more to ebb out the tension, but it was like knuckling a wall, jeez. At a better time, she'd have to ask him what his workout regime was. She'd taken to doing running and gymnastics to keep in shape for her job, but that was definitely something else.

"Even just one person being alive changes the universe," she insisted quietly. "I know, because I made a paradox once. Endangered the whole universe. My friend was livid. It used to be his job to prevent that kind of thing, and he's the only one left that can. Well, and he thought I was just usin' him for it but--" she shook her head and bit her lip again, "Trust me, yeah? One person can make all the difference. Lots of people? And you're virtually unbeatable."

"You have no idea how much I hope you're right about that." A definite need for hope and belief there, with that determination. But there's another deep breath, and Trunks is at least able to smile a little. "It is nice to have someone to talk about this with. The only other person here who really knows anything about me is Sunset Shimmer, and that's because we got sucked into a book together. She's has Empathic abilities and is a touch telepath too."

Turning slightly, then a deliberate shift away even if he's still sitting on the mattress. Not used to being touched, clearly. He might also be blushing just a bit--just a tiny bit. "Part of how we had to get out of the book though, involved her having to channel emotions from us both. She got some of my memories while doing so."

"I know so," Rose insisted with a nod of her head. "The power of one life on the whole universe has been drilled into my skull more than everything else." She held up both hands with a small laugh. "Mind ya, nothing else tends to stick, right? But that one has. That's how important it is."

As for Sunset, she blinked. Well that explained a bit more. "Ah..." she sucked on one of her fingers, and went back to the chair. "She mentioned that it was Japanese occult rituals. Sounded pretty cool, but I'm guessin' it wasn't?"

Oh no, big tough guy being so cute. It's her total weakness. Worse than Jack and the blue-eyes Doctor, really.

Big-tough-guy who's definitely shy and not used to being around people, okay?

There's a blink, and then a completely serious and deadpan. "We weren't going to do the rituals in the book, to appease the Abyss we found. It feeds on anger and pain and rage right?" There's a brief laugh, not entirely nice, and a hint of smirk. "I have a lot of that."

ADORABLE!

Rose's eyes widened a lot at first, but at his laugh, she grinned softly, and chuckled right back. "I think I get why it shook up Sunset a bit then." Empaths. Never easy.

"But you're okay now?" she tilted her head a little worried. "Did you manage to seal the abyss or whatever?"

That brings a more genuine, and mirthful laugh. Leaning on his knees on his elbows again, and a breath. Much calmer now, even with the serious subject. "I'm a lot better. That's part of why I was cleaning. I needed something mindless to do."

And he should really get back to that, so back to his feet and the wiping down of the dresser it is. "We didn't--it's not our place. But we gave it a huge case of indigestion. I'm just glad I didn't break her hand, since she had to hold mine to channel. I did bring some medicine out from the book though, and she said it was fine since then."

"Gotcha. Still looks tiring," she lightly teased, but mostly as an excuse for not helping.

"'m glad you're okay," she added genuinely. "My mission seems really easy now. We were just in board games. Checkers and Mousetrap. Lots o' runnin' and jumpin' but that's been the story of my life for years now."

"I think I'd have preferred that." Physical activity and challenges were not a problem for him, and he was no slouch in the brains department either. "Then again, facing down an abyss that feeds on pain and rage? Not that dissimilar to what I was dealing with either. At least in terms of hopelessness and constantly fighting against an enemy you can't easily beat."

Frown on his face, and he took a deep breath to relax again. Really, he was alright. Better anyways, than he had been. Dresser done, and he was nudging it back into position. Step back, rolling his head slightly to ease some tension, and then looking at her. "Other than tired, you alright?"

"Same," Rose got up and tried to help via knuckling out some of the tension again, only to shake her head in disbelief. "Seriously, what is your daily work out regime? Because if I get an hour a day in, I'm good and I'll call it quits," she scowled slightly, "Micks always said I should put in more time at the gym if I was gonna eat so much chips but then he wonders why we're not datin' anymore," she laughed jokingly.

"Yeah, I'm all right! I got some good news, that my friend is here, like I said, so I'm excited. But tired," she winked, and knuckled his shoulders a little harder, aiming for releasing some of the tension from specific points. "Don't work too hard, okay cutie? Even superheroes gotta sleep sometimes."

Edited 2017-02-12 06:40 (UTC)

He straightens a bit at the unexpected touch, again that hint of blush, and his head ducking. "You don't want it. I've been fighting for my life for the past 5 or so years. Before that it was being frustrated that I wasn't allowed to really fight, because no one would train me and mom didn't wanna lose me like she lost my father to the Androids."

That harder knuckling gets a little bit of give, and the teasing gets a full out obvious blush. Definitely ducking his head there, moving to grab the bucket and rag in nerves. "I'm not a superhero, believe me."

Oh no, it's so super cute!

"Ah gotcha. My Mum was a bit like that too early on. When she'd lost my Dad." She rubbed the bridge between her eyes. She loved Pete, her Dad that never was, but then he was suddenly... but seriously going from twenty years of not having a father, to suddenly having one, and your Mom marrying him and having another child was a headache. She was happy for her, and loved Tony, loved Peter too, but it was still complicated.

"No? Sounds like it to me~!" she teased, sticking out her tongue to the side cheerfully. "Wait so... you brought people back to the new future, yeah? Does that include your Da'?" Because now she's crazy curious. Especially given the paradox, and then her own situation with Peter Tyler.

A blink, the mood shifts causing him a moment to catch up from the questions.

Well, okay--looks like someone else was getting the story too. Putting the bucket back down, and turning. Nudging her back over to the chair. "I didn't. I couldn't bring people to the new future. I altered the past, so as near as I can guess...maybe there's two roads now where there were one. A split happened, since my past--their future--didn't change."

Gonna go back to sitting on the mattress, manner serious again.

Edited 2017-02-12 16:46 (UTC)

"No," Rose tried to clarify, after returning to the chair, sitting backwards again, "What I mean is, you said... people who had died before lived instead, yeah?" A pause. "Unless I'm getting too caught up in my own story, which is possible." She shook her head to think it through. "The androids are there, but different? Did your dad still die?" Heavy topic, but she couldn't think of how to better lighten it.

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THIS ONE is after Trance but b4 Doctor yes. I CAN ORGANIZE RIGHT?

That'll work.

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