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riverviewlogs2017-07-05 03:37 pm
franciscoramon) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-07-05 03:37 pm
[open] it's time to tip it off
who: cisco + anyone!
what: catch-all
when: july
where: anywhere; if you want a starter, please hit me up!
warnings: discussion of sex & drinking
i. tech testing
[ Most of Cisco's work is done within the privacy of his workshop, but there comes a time when he has to leave and find a nice quiet place to actually test some of the tech that he's made. The one time he'd done so outside the wall, things had gone very very badly. So he makes a compromise, finds an alleyway that is within the city but deserted. Sure, he might blow up a dumpster or two and make quite a racket, but he is less likely to get attacked by monsters here, and if anyone disturbs him he can just tell them to clear out.
That's the theory, anyway. But some of the stuff he brought with him might be a bit more powerful than he'd intended... ]
ii. nesting
[ Cisco had been very tentative about his new living situation, at first. He didn't want to get too comfortable, in case Yuri changed his mind, or Eddie got sick of him. But after a few weeks, with no signs that they want him to leave, Cisco starts to think about maybe settling in to his new room. It's fairly stark, still - just a bed, some sheets, and an old couch. All his clothes are still in bags, but the first thing on his list is some dark curtains for the windows. He was never meant to be a morning person.
He can be seen in various shops in the quarantine, looking at furniture, rugs, curtains, etcetera. Cisco's not above asking random strangers for their opinion, either. ]
What do you think, this one or this one?
iii. misc
[ Come plot something! ]
what: catch-all
when: july
where: anywhere; if you want a starter, please hit me up!
warnings: discussion of sex & drinking
i. tech testing
[ Most of Cisco's work is done within the privacy of his workshop, but there comes a time when he has to leave and find a nice quiet place to actually test some of the tech that he's made. The one time he'd done so outside the wall, things had gone very very badly. So he makes a compromise, finds an alleyway that is within the city but deserted. Sure, he might blow up a dumpster or two and make quite a racket, but he is less likely to get attacked by monsters here, and if anyone disturbs him he can just tell them to clear out.
That's the theory, anyway. But some of the stuff he brought with him might be a bit more powerful than he'd intended... ]
ii. nesting
[ Cisco had been very tentative about his new living situation, at first. He didn't want to get too comfortable, in case Yuri changed his mind, or Eddie got sick of him. But after a few weeks, with no signs that they want him to leave, Cisco starts to think about maybe settling in to his new room. It's fairly stark, still - just a bed, some sheets, and an old couch. All his clothes are still in bags, but the first thing on his list is some dark curtains for the windows. He was never meant to be a morning person.
He can be seen in various shops in the quarantine, looking at furniture, rugs, curtains, etcetera. Cisco's not above asking random strangers for their opinion, either. ]
What do you think, this one or this one?
iii. misc
[ Come plot something! ]
no subject
[ He actually seems just the tiniest bit offended for a moment, but he can't sustain that for long. Cisco is weak to anything that even slightly resembles praise, and the moment she says what he does is incredible he's all broad grins. He ducks his head, face going hot as he fusses with his hair and looks embarrassed and very pleased.
And she seems interested, so he explains: ]
By costumes I meant, like, suits. Like stylized body armor, different styles for different heroes, based on their needs. The Flash - who, you're totally right, is super fast - has a suit I designed to deal with the huge amounts of stuff like static charge and friction that can become a serious problem when you're running north of 2,000 miles per hour. If he runs too fast in, like, a t-shirt, it'll literally burst into flames, so. Not a good idea. And yeah, they're sort of colorful and over the top and supposed to ensure anonymity. Plus, good for people to be able to recognize it's him, to know that help's arrived. Or, if they're a criminal, that they're completely boned.
[ He starts to head back in the direction of the precinct with Chloe, still chattering away. ]
It was my day job, actually. I mean, nobody knew it was my day job, 'cause of the whole, try to keep your identity secret or criminals will kidnap your loved ones and hold them hostage thing. Pretty much everybody thought I was just doing unspecified science stuff for S.T.A.R. Labs. Which was a pretty flimsy cover, honestly. Guess I was actually kinda lucky I didn't have a lot of my friends and my family wouldn't notice if I dropped off the face of the Earth.
[ He realizes a moment too late, with a little wince, what he's said. The sleep deprivation again, making him too honest. It's the truth, of course, but normally he tries to hide it a bit for other people's comfort, or at least package it up as a joke, so it's more palatable. ]
no subject
So you literally engineered suits of armor to withstand the laws of physics and nature. I know someone back home who would be ecstatic about that. She's not an engineer, but I can picture her bouncing around and asking a million questions about the science of it. And just thinking it's cool that you're part of a team of superheroes.
[To be fair, Ella got excited about a lot of things. But combining superheroes and science? Yeah. That seemed completely like her thing. The mention of his friends and family is abrupt, though, enough to turn her attention to it. Maybe a hint of something somber crosses her features before it disappears again.]
It sounds like you had a lot of people who cared about you. Or at least a lot of people who depended on you, super powers or not.
no subject
[ Cisco doesn't actually think that's the case - it's not impossible, of course, but the chances of this random police officer knowing a doppelganger of his back home seem astronomically small. ]
I mean, was a part of a team of superheroes, there. I'm here, now. Doing a lot of the same stuff, just... for you guys, instead.
[ He's grateful that she doesn't bring up the thing about his family directly, but what she says next is clearly an oblique reference to it. Cisco smiles, waving a hand in the air as if he could dismiss the whole topic just with a gesture. ]
Oh, yeah, totally. Absolutely. I wasn't- I didn't mean... And anyway, it doesn't matter 'cause most of us are never going home, right?
no subject
[Astronomically small chance, yes, but what were the chances of any of this being possible in the first place? Or that the Devil himself just so happened to be her partner. Stranger things, Cisco. Stranger things.]
I don't know. I'm no hero, but you never know who else in the department is, or where they came from. I met a guy on top of the communal housing building who had a time machine once. Maybe someone here used to fight bad guys back home.
[Which would imply vigilante justice, and she didn't really support that, but oh well. The mention of never going home automatically has her demeanor changing somewhat, her ease morphing into something more somber and serious.]
Not if I can help it.
no subject
[ That stops Cisco in his tracks, momentarily, looking at Chloe, not smiling for perhaps the first time since he'd walked into the precinct and asked to see somebody. There's no way... it can't be... and even if it was him, he wouldn't just tell some woman... ]
What did he look like?
[ There are superheroes here, of course, and he could tell Chloe that, but right now that's not what is at the forefront of his mind. He's more worried about the bad guys from back home showing up, themselves.
Her reaction to that last comment surprises him, too. ]
You're one of the ones who wants to go back?
[ Which... makes it pretty clear that Cisco isn't, despite the fondness with which he had talked about Team Flash. ]
no subject
Tall, British, middle-aged Caucasian male. Grey hair. Wore a suit. I never got his name, though he did seem... eccentric, to say the least. Called himself a magnet for trouble. You know him?
[She never got the sense that there was anything dangerous about him, though she knew intuition alone was never evidence for a clean character. The fact that Cisco seems concerned is enough to warrant vigilance; if not about this person in particular, than for future possible arrivals.]
I have a daughter back home.
[She says it as if that's explanation enough. To her, it is.]
no subject
Nope, never met him. You get all types in this place, though. I'd bet there are a few people on the police force who were superheroes or worked with them back in their own worlds.
[ Chloe had been right; as explanations go, being separated from her kid is simple and self-explanatory. It surprises Cisco, a little. He hasn't met many parents in this place: probably because people who were had strong enough attachments to their world that the portal did not pull them through in the first place. There must have been some kind of error, in Chloe's case. ]
How old?
no subject
[In fact, it's probably a safe bet. Superheroes in law enforcement? Why not? But Cisco seems to have calmed down at her description, whatever nerves or worries he had melting away from his features. So not who he was thinking about, then. Good. Most likely for the best.
The question has a lighter look falling over her face, an almost sad kind of smile touching her lips.]
Eight. The biggest cake monster you'll ever meet.
no subject
[ Cisco doesn't really know the system for getting people back home who want to go. He's known a few people who had come through the portal and decided this place wasn't for them. It doesn't seem like they've been returned home in any kind of systematic way. There ought to be some sort of list, organized by need. Like for organ donations. Surely being separated from her child would put Chloe near the top of that list...
He's going to have to look into this whole thing, even if he has no interest in returning home himself, just so he knows how the whole thing works. ]
Okay... so if we're all set here, I'm gonna head back and get to work on whipping up a whole lot more of these for y'all.
[ Cisco smiles, a little lopsided, and amends: ]
Well, technically I'm gonna sleep about twenty hours, and then I'm gonna get to work fabricating a whole mess of grenades. It was nice meeting you, Chloe. I'm sure I'll see you around the station.