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riverviewlogs2017-04-28 11:06 pm
franciscoramon) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-04-28 11:06 pm
OPEN | i wanna be where the people are
who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all
when: mid-april through may
where: anywhere; if you want an individual starter lmk!
warnings: will add as necessary
fireflies
[ When Cisco had gone firefly catching, he had been intending to study them - do a few modest experiments, see if he could figure out what was making them light up in so many colors. He has a scientist's curiosity, and needed something to get his creative gears going.
The trouble was, it didn't really take the scientific method to realize pretty soon that those fireflies not only bit (which is just so rude), but that their bite had some pretty serious impact on people's moods. It reminds Cisco of Rainbow Raider, and how he'd used color to send people into paroxysms of murderous rage. At least this isn't that bad - but the effects are still profoundly inconvenient.
The trouble is, knowing they might make his emotions go haywire didn't actually make him want to study them any less. In fact, quite the opposite. He wants to know how. But there's no good way to determine that without being around the damn things, so basically, that just means getting bit. A lot. And trying his best to manage the fallout. But, there's only so much avoiding he can do - he's bound to run into some people while tweaking on firefly magic. ]
moontech lab
[ Cisco's been settling in nicely at his job since his arrival. He's gotten things set up how he likes them - or at the very least, tolerably close to it. He's talked to a few members of the perimeter guard, the police force, and the firefighters, and he has a good idea of what they need. He's working on some interesting ideas for tech to keep them safe.
But he's also not hesitating to put the word out - to his roommates, and other random people that he speaks to - that if anyone needs a tech solution to any kind of confounding problem, that they should come and see him at the lab and see what he can whip up for them. Cisco might charge a nominal fee - guy's gotta eat, after all - but is aiming to make connections rather than make a profit. He knows from experience how important it can be to make friends, to have allies, and making stuff for people has proved to be a good way to do that in the past.
He can be found at the lab, surrounded by tables covered in bits and bobs - wires and circuit boards and tools and a laptop or two buried under things. ]
misc
[ Cisco isn't someone who does well with idleness. Sure, he appreciates the necessity of goofing off, of not working nonstop, but usually his leisure is busy - he's either marathoning some sci-fi show or playing his way through the newest triple a game in a single day, or devouring the latest science journals by the dozen, or going to clubs to dance until he can barely stay on his feet.
The trouble here is that here, a lot of those options aren't really open to him. So he ends up taking over a table at a coffee house that reminds him, just a little, of Jitters. He may stay there for hours on end, watching the people go by, but he is not wasting time. Cisco's brought a journal or two that he's using to sketch out designs for tech, to write down observations and theories about this place, and take notes on the few people he has met so far. Honestly, if anyone looked in them they'd probably find it a little creepy, but everyone acclimates in different ways. This is his.
Still, he has a smile to offer anyone who looks familiar or stops by his table to check in. ]
what: catch-all
when: mid-april through may
where: anywhere; if you want an individual starter lmk!
warnings: will add as necessary
fireflies
[ When Cisco had gone firefly catching, he had been intending to study them - do a few modest experiments, see if he could figure out what was making them light up in so many colors. He has a scientist's curiosity, and needed something to get his creative gears going.
The trouble was, it didn't really take the scientific method to realize pretty soon that those fireflies not only bit (which is just so rude), but that their bite had some pretty serious impact on people's moods. It reminds Cisco of Rainbow Raider, and how he'd used color to send people into paroxysms of murderous rage. At least this isn't that bad - but the effects are still profoundly inconvenient.
The trouble is, knowing they might make his emotions go haywire didn't actually make him want to study them any less. In fact, quite the opposite. He wants to know how. But there's no good way to determine that without being around the damn things, so basically, that just means getting bit. A lot. And trying his best to manage the fallout. But, there's only so much avoiding he can do - he's bound to run into some people while tweaking on firefly magic. ]
moontech lab
[ Cisco's been settling in nicely at his job since his arrival. He's gotten things set up how he likes them - or at the very least, tolerably close to it. He's talked to a few members of the perimeter guard, the police force, and the firefighters, and he has a good idea of what they need. He's working on some interesting ideas for tech to keep them safe.
But he's also not hesitating to put the word out - to his roommates, and other random people that he speaks to - that if anyone needs a tech solution to any kind of confounding problem, that they should come and see him at the lab and see what he can whip up for them. Cisco might charge a nominal fee - guy's gotta eat, after all - but is aiming to make connections rather than make a profit. He knows from experience how important it can be to make friends, to have allies, and making stuff for people has proved to be a good way to do that in the past.
He can be found at the lab, surrounded by tables covered in bits and bobs - wires and circuit boards and tools and a laptop or two buried under things. ]
misc
[ Cisco isn't someone who does well with idleness. Sure, he appreciates the necessity of goofing off, of not working nonstop, but usually his leisure is busy - he's either marathoning some sci-fi show or playing his way through the newest triple a game in a single day, or devouring the latest science journals by the dozen, or going to clubs to dance until he can barely stay on his feet.
The trouble here is that here, a lot of those options aren't really open to him. So he ends up taking over a table at a coffee house that reminds him, just a little, of Jitters. He may stay there for hours on end, watching the people go by, but he is not wasting time. Cisco's brought a journal or two that he's using to sketch out designs for tech, to write down observations and theories about this place, and take notes on the few people he has met so far. Honestly, if anyone looked in them they'd probably find it a little creepy, but everyone acclimates in different ways. This is his.
Still, he has a smile to offer anyone who looks familiar or stops by his table to check in. ]
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Wait, you know a store here that has Cholula?
[ Just like that, Cisco's anger is gone. Well, not gone, but he's willing to set it aside out of pragmatism. ]
Which store? Are you sure? 'Cause I've been looking for ages...
no subject
Yuri turned his attention back to the woman ringing through his items, ignoring Cisco as he counted out his money while she bagged his gross groceries. ]
no subject
[ Cisco stops himself from getting pedantic about the lady on the Cholula bottle being the Virgin Mary (because, what??). He doesn't want to get into a debate about why Yuri would even think that when the truth is, it's a distinctive enough description that he's sure Yuri saw the real thing. And that means they have it somewhere in this city. And that means Cisco should play nice. Even when the kid is being infuriatingly unhelpful.
Seems like he's going to have to offer an incentive. He comes back over to the counter, says: ]
Look, kid, if you take me to the store that had it, I'll pay for all of this.
[ Which really OUGHT to be enough bribery, but Cisco adds just for good measure: ]
And I'll cook you something with it, so you can see how totally not-gross it is. Unless you can't handle a little spiciness?
[ Maybe just that little bit of goading will do the trick. And give Cisco the opportunity to counter the heresy that is saying chili lime hot sauce is gross. ]
no subject
Wrinkling his nose, he gave Cisco an incredibly critical look. Clearly debating about the offer on the table. At least that was some sort of progress, right?
After a moment of silence, Yuri raised an eyebrow- and then began grabbing nearby snacks that he actually liked, throwing them onto the conveyor belt with his collection of disgusting snacks and foods. If he was going to tell this asshole where he had actually seen the Cholula, he might as well get something that he would enjoy out of the deal. ]
I can handle spicy, lamebrain. [ But could Cisco handle Yuri's attitude long enough for the blonde to lead him to the holy grail that was his desired hot sauce? ]
no subject
Cisco watches as Yuri proceeds to grab a bunch more snacks, rolling his eyes. But for all that, the corner of his mouth is twitching towards something that looks suspiciously like a smile. He's got to admit, it's probably what he would have done as a teenager, too. And it's not like he can't afford it; his salary here is actually pretty great and he has been too busy in the lab to get any time to spend almost any of it. ]
Oh really? Wanna bet?
[ Cisco waits for the woman to finish totaling up the price and then pays without a complaint; clearly he really wants that sauce. While she bags everything up, Cisco turns towards Yuri and asks: ]
What's your name, anyway?
[ Unless he wants Cisco to keep calling him 'kid'... ]
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Yuri. [ He doesn't ask for the other's name in return, because quite frankly- he doesn't really care. ]
And I don't bet with morons. It's wrong to take money from the mentally impaired.
no subject
But that doesn't mean he isn't going to say something. ]
"Mentally impaired," for real? That's what you're going with? Boy, who raised you?
[ The implication being, of course, that whoever it is, they hadn't done it right. If they had, perhaps he would have at least some semblance of manners. The look that Cisco gives the kid is singularly unimpressed.
The cashier seems all too eager not to get involved; Cisco takes his change from her and starts picking up the bagged bags, shoving them into Yuri's arms without ceremony as he says, voice clipped with judgment: ]
I mean, I get it, you're clearly in the middle of the whole teenage "look at me, I'm so tough and hardcore" punk ass phase. That's a choice you're making. But you're really gonna make a crack about disabled people? It's not a good look, Yuri.
[ He shoves the last of the bags into Yuri's arms, eyes narrowed and voice a touch cold as he says: ]
I'll find the hot sauce on my own, thanks. Enjoy your weird snacks.
[ Cisco folds his arms over his chest; the expression on his face is critical, disappointed even. ]
Y'know, Eddie told me you were loud, but he never said you were actually a dick. He seemed to think you were okay. Then again, he's too nice for his own good sometimes.