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@the-scientist-7
Earlier, I had a dream where Dr Doofenshmirtz was added to Fortnite for some reason. I don’t know what caused it. It…it just happened.
Saw some stuff seemingly proving it’s real, so GUESS WHAT! IT’S PROBABLY HAPPENING!
Also, something about getting hit with a dodgeball?
IM SAYING THIS BECAUSE ITS IMPORTANT TO ME
REBLOG IF ITS OKAY FOR RP BLOGS TO INTERACT WITH YOU !!
✎ㅤ. . .ㅤ𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑪𝑨𝑵𝑶𝑵 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺.
₊˚⊹ ㅤa collection of character analysis/headcanon questions to learn more about your character and your partners'! writing/headcanon prompts requested by anonymous. feel free to edit these as you see fit.
[ 🖐️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do their hands feel like: soft, calloused, trembling ? [ ☂️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they crave touch or fear it ? [ 🎐 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a sound, like a song or voice, that they associate with peace ? [ 🕊️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen did they feel the safest ? [ 💤 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they sleep ? curled up, sprawled, holding onto something ? [ 🦇 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a fear they never talk about ? [ 🔒 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a secret they’ve sworn never to tell ? [ 🪢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they broke a promise ? [ 🫳 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they feel they owe, but never paid back ? [ 💼 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat do they always carry with them ? [ 🧨 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the quickest way to set them off, even if they hide it well ? [ ⛓️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does guilt feel like to them ? [ 💢 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho have they never forgiven and never will ? [ 🩸 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there something or someone that, if lost, would break them ? [ 🌧️ ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a pain they refuse to heal from ? [ 🪞 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen have they looked at their reflection and hated what they saw ? [ 📿 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat superstition or ritual do they cling to ? [ 🌊 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhen was the last time they cried ? [ 🐾 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo animals like them instinctively ? [ 🪶 ]ㅤ.ㅤhow do they laugh ? [ 🫀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho taught them what love is ? did it hurt ? [ 💭 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they believe they’re worthy of being loved ? [ 🎀 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is their main love language ? [ 🔦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwho do they search for ? [ 📜 ]ㅤ.ㅤis there a story they love sharing with others ? [ 🌒 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a dream or goal they have given up on ? [ 🕯️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat memory do they replay when they’re alone ? [ 🌪️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s the one choice they regret (not) making ? [ 🧩 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat’s a truth about themselves they refuse to admit ? [ 🍻 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of drunk are they ? [ ✉️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of letter would they write but never send ? [ 🗡️ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat is a scar that they have but never talk about ? [ 🕸️ ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a favourite lie they like to hear ? [ 🪦 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat would they want on their gravestone but never admit aloud ? [ 🎱 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat kind of future do they crave, and who’s in it ? [ 🌀 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they have a recurring dream or nightmare ? [ 🍃 ]ㅤ.ㅤdo they feel like they belong ? [ ⚓ ]ㅤ.ㅤwhat does “home” mean to them ? [ 🧭 ]ㅤ.ㅤwhere would they go if they could disappear tomorrow ?
"Just learned there was another me somewhere out there. I wonder if-"
"THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE!"
"…Please stop, AMIE- anyway, considering how…unusual it is for there to be a second me, i’ll be keeping an eye on that situation…"
headcanon questions
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the questions are being sent for . feel free to edit these as you see fit .
🌟 What’s something small they did as a child that hinted at who they’d become?
❤️ Who is the one person they’d drop everything for, no questions asked?
💔 What’s the one wound (physical / emotional) they’ll never fully recover from?
🗡️ What’s their “I’ve killed for less” trigger?
☀️ What’s their happiest childhood memory?
🌧️ What kind of weather matches their soul?
🍽️ What meal do they cook when they need to feel like themselves again?
🎶 What song instantly makes them emotional & why?
🌙 Do they sleep peacefully / fight nightmares every night?
🔒 What’s a secret they’ll take to their grave?
🪞 What do they secretly hate about their own appearance?
💪 What random skill are they weirdly proud of?
👶 Baby picture of them - what’s the most embarrassing thing about it?
🏠 Describe their home when no one’s watching—messy, spotless, chaotic cozy?
😭 What always makes them cry, even if they hate admitting it?
😂 What’s the dumbest thing they’ve ever laughed at for way too long?
🧸 Do they still have a childhood comfort object? Where is it now?
✏️ What nickname do they secretly love being called?
⚔️ How do they act when they’re furious but have to stay polite?
🩸 What’s the worst injury they’ve ever had & the story behind it?
🕊️ What would instantly calm them down in a panic attack?
🔥 What’s something they’d burn the world down to protect?
🌹 What scent reminds them of the person they loved/love most?
🪥 What’s their most oddly specific daily routine?
💔 What’s the one apology they’re still waiting for that’ll never come?
🃏 Are they the type to forgive / hold a grudge until the end of the universe?
🌌 What’s their biggest “what if” that keeps them up at night?
🦋 What was their “I’m not a kid anymore” moment?
🎭 Do they wear a mask in public? What’s the real them like underneath?
🧳 If they had to leave home forever with only one bag, what do they pack?
🌑 What’s the darkest thought they’ve ever had about themselves?
☕ What’s their comfort drink?
🖤 What’s a “villain” trait they actually possess?
🤝 Who is the one person they never want to disappoint?
🎁 What gift would utterly destroy them (in a good / bad way)?
🩹 How do they react when someone they love is hurt?
🌅 Are they a sunrise / sunset person - what do they think about while looking at their favorite?
🧣 What texture/clothing item makes them feel safe?
🦉 What piece of advice do they give everyone but never follow themselves?
🔪 What’s the most violent thing they’ve ever done for love / survival?
🦋 What seemingly insignificant memory do they cherish the most?
🌹 What is their love language & how badly do they need it right now?
🪨 What’s the hardest choice they’ve ever made?
🧋 What food/drink do they hate that everyone else loves?
🕰️ If they could relive one day of their life, which would it be?
👑 In their own story, are they the hero / villain / someone else entirely?
🌡️ What temperature do they keep their home at & why?
🧸 What would their younger self think of them now?
💌 What’s the letter / text they’ll never send?
⚰️ What do they want written on their gravestone / what do they want people to remember them for?
“someone with zero point experience” PLEASEEEEE
EPIC I AM BEGGING YOU PLEASE- AND MECHA TEAM LEADER! WHO PILOTED MECHA TEAM LEADER? THE PARADIGM!!!!!
Two things:
One is that I am working on a visual/in-game version of a post and the reblogs, which I of course will post here. (First/preview image below)
Another is that I am working on a discord RP server. If anyone is interested, those that help with completing the server get a role or whatever that essentially makes them a form of staff, which lets them have an increased character claim limit (which I based off of another server i’m in)
Check out the Fortnite: Flasback community on Discord - hang out with 5 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
…I’m not gonna lie, because of taking the time to build the actual locations, as well as taking screenshots and editing them like seen in the original post…this is going to take a LONG time…
I know this isn’t fortnite stuff or whatever, but i’m working on a thing on AO3 (which itself is based off of a roblox game idea I had), and this is the concept design for 2x2 for the story.
(Wouldn’t even appear until much later in the story, so…spoiler, I guess?)
Two things:
One is that I am working on a visual/in-game version of a post and the reblogs, which I of course will post here. (First/preview image below)
Another is that I am working on a discord RP server. If anyone is interested, those that help with completing the server get a role or whatever that essentially makes them a form of staff, which lets them have an increased character claim limit (which I based off of another server i’m in)
Check out the Fortnite: Flasback community on Discord - hang out with 5 other members and enjoy free voice and text chat.
Scientist arrived to Helios…but something felt different. It felt…familiar. He…was here before…this is where he was looped.
“No…no no no! This can’t be happening! I can’t be back here! Not after everything I did to escape!”
He fell to his knees, almost taking off his helmet- although he wouldn’t…he doesn’t want to go through any of that again.
“…Jones…that bastard…what the hell did he do?”
Scientist, in what he sees as the present- but what Jones, Slone, and the loopers see as the past, stepped out of his pod in the meteor. Something felt different, but he didn’t care. He had to get to work before they could stop him. About to fly down, he noticed several things wrong. The zero point was exposed but not cracked, the cube island was floating above it, dusty divot is still a crater, there’s already a rocket, the castle is gone but there’s no volcano…so many things were different.
“Something’s not right. What’s going on? Who…who built that rocket?”
Flying down to the warehouse where the rocket was being built, he landed inside, seeing Jones…and immediately aiming at him with his suit’s own blaster gauntlets.
“What the hell are you doing here!? Explain yourself before I kill you!”
“Wait- I can explain- just calm down…”
“Yeah, like hell i’m gonna lower my guard around you, bastard. You probably have your little IO buddies around here waiting to shoot. Now give me a reason I shouldn’t kill you right now.”
Not the first to be looped…but the first to escape.
(Tiny italic text is him thinking words)
It was just another day. Jack was on his motorcycle, driving around. Once again taking a quick stop, he was about to take off his helmet, when suddenly he was rifted away, taken to reality zero, taken to the loop. Unbeknownst to him, his helmet had luckily provided him temporary protection from the loop’s effects…but it wouldn’t last too long. He ran, unaware that he was now in an endless cycle of slaughter. He had no idea where he was, but he had to figure that out later. He was looking, hoping to see a familiar face. Anyone who could potentially help him get through this.
“Gotta find someone who can help me figure out where I am. Then, I gotta figure out a way back home…”
“HELLO!? ANYONE!?”
20 minutes…
It was around 5 weeks now since she had that date with Jack. They traded information, and both applied for the Seven Role.
Since then, they had absolutely no reply from them at all. She would text Jack and even call him at times to find out if he got a reply, but nothing.
She was currently doing a paper on her next class report. It was in the middle of the night, so it was quite dark, but she had no idea what was about to happen.
The area would slightly shake in a blue light, lightning shown around the area, she was so into her paper she hadn't noticed the surroundings, then suddenly the blue light reflected on her screen, alerting her on what was happening.
Shocked and confused, she would jump out of her seat and move back, but before she could go anywhere, she was rifted away to a strange place...
"What the ****... where am I? Where's my computer, where is my paper? Oh god, it's due in tomorrow. If I can't finish it, I'm losing points, and I've currently got 100%..."
She was breathing rapidly, and her nerves were literally all over the place. She had to finish that paper. It was so much she would almost pass out.
He kept running- until he ran into her- quite literally. He’d step back and held his head once he realized he hit someone- and once he realized who, he’d talk.
“Oh crap…you’re here too? What the hell’s going on…where are we? Are you okay?”
19 minutes…
He’d hold out his hand to help her up (assuming she fell when he ran into her.)
“I…I don’t know where we are…I just know we need to find a way out of here. Something’s not right about this place…I can try to help figure things out…but I can’t really make promises…considering I just…showed up here.”
17 minutes…
He’d pace back and forth, hands on his head as he tried to think about what was going on. He didn’t know what happened, or where they were, but this whole situation felt terrible.
Not the first to be looped…but the first to escape.
(Tiny italic text is him thinking words)
It was just another day. Jack was on his motorcycle, driving around. Once again taking a quick stop, he was about to take off his helmet, when suddenly he was rifted away, taken to reality zero, taken to the loop. Unbeknownst to him, his helmet had luckily provided him temporary protection from the loop’s effects…but it wouldn’t last too long. He ran, unaware that he was now in an endless cycle of slaughter. He had no idea where he was, but he had to figure that out later. He was looking, hoping to see a familiar face. Anyone who could potentially help him get through this.
“Gotta find someone who can help me figure out where I am. Then, I gotta figure out a way back home…”
“HELLO!? ANYONE!?”
20 minutes…
If you want to roleplay more, which I do cause our rps have been really fun, and I would love to write with you more, my discord is thefinestwarrior. It's not surprising, I know, haha. But hmu <3 your traitorous teammate, Paradigm.
P.S. Jones is messing with time and has built a rocket at Dusty again. You might wanna stop him.
“…JONES YOU SON OF A-”
The day they met…
(OOC Note: if quote text is italic and bold, it’s present day scientist talking. Also- I will leave this open for reblogs I guess, as it’s starting from only scientist’s POV, they won’t meet until after the first reblog I or someone else does. Dunno how long after though.)
“Man…I can remember it like it was yesterday…”
A younger scientist- currently known Jack/Joel (both are part of his name), was speeding around on a motorcycle (imagine the FN rogue bike combined with a regular motorcycle and you have the general look), blasting old rock music as he drove. He was delivering pizzas and papers, and was on his way to the last stop, the local pilot academy/laboratory, when he decided to take a quick stop- mostly to refuel. Once he parked to refuel, he took his helmet off as he got off the bike- which somewhat resembled his helmet for his armor he has now.
“Alright…just gonna grab a quick snack from the store and continue. Don’t wanna be late for this delivery, considering i’ll be scolded, and then late for that thing I had scheduled with my friends…”
Heading inside the refuel station (sci-fi fuel thing where gasoline isn’t used anymore), he’d head up to the counter, paying for both a snack bar he grabbed, as well as to refuel his bike. Once that was taken care of, and his bike was refueled, he was back on his way. While heading towards the last delivery stop, he sang along to the song he was listening to while driving.
“I see a red door and I want it painted black…no colors anymore, I want them to turn black…I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes! I have to turn my head- until my darkness goes!”
A younger Paradigm named Lucy was in her room at the Pilot Academy. She had recently ordered a pizza from her favourite Pizza Place, she wasn't much different to her future self, she looked the same pretty much, just no scars and less muscles, she still worked out casually but she didn't have the Seven fighting experience. She was previously a pilot in the army, but she walked out after her teammate was killed in battle.
It was 3 years since that happened, with medication and help. She tries not to think of that event, but the trauma never leaves.
"Come on, where's that damn pizza ..."
She waited and waited— it was only 30 mins after she ordered, but she was pretty inpatient back then. She just sat there and waited.
Lucy had always dreamed of becoming more with her skills as a pilot. She knows for a fact that there's people out there piloting stuff like mechs, and she always wanted to try that,
But she never had a reason or the experience in that regard, so she never got to apply for it.
SUDDENLY...
She heard a bike sound nearby, finally hoping that this was the Pizza she had ordered, she sprung from her seat and waited near the door, unaware that the guy delivering it was someone about to change her entire existence forever...
parking the bike, he would head inside the building, heading for the specific room he had to deliver the pizza to. Headphones still over his ears, he’d hum the music as he walked. He would dodge people in the hallway so he wouldn’t drop the pizza- and of course didn’t drop it.
“Alright…once I deliver this, I can get to work on those calculations…boring work, but somehow science is my other passion.”
Finally reaching the hall the room was in, he’d check a sticky note he wrote the specific room number on, before heading up to the door with said number and knocking.
“Alright Jack…once this is done, head right to the lab and get the calculations done, should be easy unless something unexpected happens…” he would say to himself.
Waiting at the door, waiting for that one "KNOCK" on the door, she was very inpatient, she had been waiting 40 mins, the Pizza had better not be cold . . . She was pacing around the door, and then finally, she heard someone coming up to the dorm room.
"FINALLY!"
Then suddenly!
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
( The other side of the door would sound )
She then finally opened the door to see the pizza delivery guy, wearing a cap and holding the pizza in hand. She instantly forgot that she was mad that he took so long to deliver it, he was kinda a big, buff guy, and she liked big, buff guys, granted there was a lot of buff guys in the academy, tbh she was only 1 of the 2 females who had signed up to be a pilot, the other one dubbed herself as the Singularity, a weird one.
"OH! HI! Is that my pizza? Was there a lot of traffic??"
She had said in a different tone than she normally did. She had tried not to completely embarrass herself in that particular moment. She didn't want to scare the Pizza Guy off...
After seeing the door open, he’d stop playing his music pull his headphones down around his neck.
“Yeah- Although I did make a stop to refuel and grab a snack- been at this job for hours- don’t worry, the pizza’s in one piece- unless you count the slices as different pieces.”
He joked as he handed over the pizza, mostly to hide how nervous he was. He may have been a big fella, but deep down, he was a softie. He was also trying not to embarrass himself and make this awkward.
“So uh…that’ll be around…[INSERT PIZZA PRICE HERE BECAUSE IDK], I think.”
From there he just tried to hide the fact he was nervous, VERY nervous. He stood there with an awkward expression on his face- one that was effectively the universal face of the words 'please don’t notice i’m nervous.'
Yep! They were both nervous. And it definitely showed, it was like some kind of spark hit, but she was a little bit easily distracted by the time and noticed she was nearly late for class, that's what happens when your pizza guy is late, she guesses... She then grabbed the box and placed it on the side...
"Sorry, I didn't mean to seem like a nervous mess, but I have class right about now, so I gotta get going, maybe...
we can when you're off work, eat the pizza together? I'm not doing anything after my lesson..."
She said in a quiet and ambitious tone, pointing her fingers together as she walked out of the door past the big male. Grabbing her key card and putting on a jacket that resembles his biker jacket.
"8pm? Is that a good time for you?"
She didn't really stay around for him to answer. She was just hoping he would comply with the invite. She was already late, so she quickly dashed off. She also gave the amount in cash and placed it on his chest as she passed him.
“I- uh- okay…well…uh…guess I should head to the lab now. Gotta get those calculations done…at least it’s nearby.”
Heading outside, hems walk to his bike, taking it over to the parking lot of the laboratory- which, as scientist said, wasn’t too far. (Whether or not it’s connected to the pilot academy (for mainly plot reasons but is considered a separate building is up to you). Scanning his ID, he’d head inside, going right towards the main lab.
“Alright…now, to get the calculations done. I’ll probably need a lot of coffee after this…”
he said, swapping his biker jacket out for a lab coat a she reached the main lab.
“…And I just hope my supervisor doesn’t make me examine experiments, i’m already way behind on these calculations because of stuff like that…”
It was a few hours later after the parted ways, she had just finished her day at the academy, it was tiring but she was glad to be out, and it was the start of a week off so she didn't have any classes left for the week. So, she was obviously relieved. The whole time she was in class, she wondered if that Pizza Delivery guy would even show up tonight...
"Better go have a shower before he supposedly arrives, if he does. This isn't a date, this isn't a date...this isn't a date..."
She was already getting nervous. She hadn't met someone before and definitely not someone who was as interesting as he was. She made it back to her dorm and headed into the shower,
She made sure she was all presentable. But she did keep the TV on cause apparently some weird storms were sighted, some purple storms so it could seem to be a problem if it hits.
She was now waiting for his arrival.
Rushing to her room, he barely had time to switch into his usual biker jacket, and was even pushing through people.
“Crap- I hope i’m not too late!”
As he ran, he would brush his hair, before finally reaching the door and taking a few deep breaths. Once he was ready, he’d talk to himself before knocking on the door.
“Alright Jack, just another day, right? Nothing out of the ordinary except for this entire situation…”
He was trying to keep his cool…and failing. He just hoped she didn’t see him as an absolute nervous wreck. He hadn’t met anyone like her…let alone anyone at all. He was far more nervous than he ever had been before.
Dates were simple. They should be. That's the idea of them, meet someone, get to know them, and then see how it goes. She's had dates before, they ... sorta ... worked out, not good, but she always knew she'd meet the right person one day, and this could be it ...
What's wrong with her? This was not the time to lose it. She's a pilot for gods shake. She's a PILOT,
A fighter, that's who she is.
She knew he was right outside her dorm room. She wore a tomboyish shirt, she wasn't the feminine type to wear dresses, this was just a causal meet-up between two people, two people who barely know each other ... although she noticed on his bike as she was heading to class that he was some sort of scientist ...
She then went over to her dorm door and opened it to reveal the male in his jacket. She didn't expect him to just look NORMAL.
"Ahem, you made it! Welcome!"
“Hey…I didn’t really have much time to prepare. Got dragged into a bunch of stuff at the lab. So…uh……” he paused. “…Actually, I…I can’t think of anything to say.”
He now had an awkward expression on his face, and was disappointed in himself. Aside from the biker jacket- which had a bunch of different pins and some patches on it, the identifying features of his look was a Metallica shirt, and his hair was in the style of a mullet- which was a tad bit more noticeable now without the hat that was part of his uniform.
“Dumb question considering why i’m here right now, but uh…can I head inside or…”
…He had no idea what he was doing. He was nervous to high hell and it was getting hard to hide that fact. Now, he just stood there, an awkward smile on his face, which faded into a different awkward expression.
"Yes! Right, of course. Come on in!"
She moved aside so the guy could enter her dorm room. It wasn't the tidiest place of all dorms, but it wasn't messy, so it should be fine ... right ❓️
"Sorry about the mess, I had a party last night, and it wasn't exactly tidied up properly. it shouldn't be an issue, though. I've got alcohol in the fridge, so help yourself ...
How's the science thing going?"
She actually picked some stuff up from the couch so he would be able to sit down, she hopes that he didn't think she's a slob.
“It’s been going good, got my own projects outside of work- and don’t worry about the mess. I may not be too social, but with the friends I do have…things tend to get out of hand really quick. I’m still figuring out how they managed to get a pizza stuck to the ceiling…”
He chuckled a bit as he remembered the day.
“So uh…how’s your pilot stuff going?”
He would ask, not really knowing what else to say at this point.
"My...pilot stuff? Well,
I haven't really piloted something in a while. It's mostly just classes and all that. I'm actually interested in joining this new organisation, they're looking for new members, it's called The Seven, they're looking for a pilot."
She pulled out a flyer from her table and showed it to him. It's funny how they're also looking for an experienced scientist, something he's also mentioned he does. It might be something worth looking into.
"It's a big deal, apparently. They work on multiverseal travel, but they're mostly at war with another organisation called The Imagined Order. Nothing else really is said."
She went into her fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer and passed one over to him before opening her own bottle and taking a drink of hers.
Taking the bottle of beer that was handed to him , he’d stare at the flyer out of interest as he opened and took a drink from the bottle. I mean, multiversal travel? Sounded interesting…especially for a scientist.
“Huh…sure as hell’s intriguing. I mean, given what they do, i’m surprised they need a scientist. And with the ideas I already have in my head…hm…I mean- not to mention this is…oddly specific.”
He said, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought a moment. It felt…too convenient that both a pilot and scientist were needed.
“Not to mention this is the first i’m hearing of either group…although I guess that can be explained by me not doing too much. I feel like I should look into these groups before I make a decision like this…”
He said, taking another sip from his drink as he thought about the situation at hand.
"It was a private invitation, not many people know about it, it's a new futuristic programme that I just need to take part in... it's my dream to be a famous pilot one day,
And this must be it."
She drunk again from her beer and then placed it on the table and put her legs up.
"It's a stretch cause they want mech pilots, and I have experience in mechanical things, but I need someone to help me with building mechs. Naybe you could help me with that?
Like I said it's a stretch—"
She didn't know many people who were scientific in nature, and honestly, this seems ore of a headache cause she literally invited in a group that would later result in his apparent demise. But they didn't know that at the time.
“…Conveniently, I’ve been thinking up plans for a mech. Couldn’t really get any set in stone- although I did make some miniature robots of some of my designs. Aside from that, yeah, I can help.”
He said, taking another drink from his beer, and thinking for a moment.
“Heck, I think some of the calculations I had to run for the lab were tied to robotics and mech related stuff. I could probably go grab some of those…i’d have to be quick though, since my hours are technically over- and i’d have to wipe the fact I even went into the labs off the records…”
Ah, scientist- I mean Jack/Joel…always thinking about saying things at the most awkward times. Such as thinking about complimenting her. This fool.
The day they met…
(OOC Note: if quote text is italic and bold, it’s present day scientist talking. Also- I will leave this open for reblogs I guess, as it’s starting from only scientist’s POV, they won’t meet until after the first reblog I or someone else does. Dunno how long after though.)
“Man…I can remember it like it was yesterday…”
A younger scientist- currently known Jack/Joel (both are part of his name), was speeding around on a motorcycle (imagine the FN rogue bike combined with a regular motorcycle and you have the general look), blasting old rock music as he drove. He was delivering pizzas and papers, and was on his way to the last stop, the local pilot academy/laboratory, when he decided to take a quick stop- mostly to refuel. Once he parked to refuel, he took his helmet off as he got off the bike- which somewhat resembled his helmet for his armor he has now.
“Alright…just gonna grab a quick snack from the store and continue. Don’t wanna be late for this delivery, considering i’ll be scolded, and then late for that thing I had scheduled with my friends…”
Heading inside the refuel station (sci-fi fuel thing where gasoline isn’t used anymore), he’d head up to the counter, paying for both a snack bar he grabbed, as well as to refuel his bike. Once that was taken care of, and his bike was refueled, he was back on his way. While heading towards the last delivery stop, he sang along to the song he was listening to while driving.
“I see a red door and I want it painted black…no colors anymore, I want them to turn black…I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes! I have to turn my head- until my darkness goes!”
A younger Paradigm named Lucy was in her room at the Pilot Academy. She had recently ordered a pizza from her favourite Pizza Place, she wasn't much different to her future self, she looked the same pretty much, just no scars and less muscles, she still worked out casually but she didn't have the Seven fighting experience. She was previously a pilot in the army, but she walked out after her teammate was killed in battle.
It was 3 years since that happened, with medication and help. She tries not to think of that event, but the trauma never leaves.
"Come on, where's that damn pizza ..."
She waited and waited— it was only 30 mins after she ordered, but she was pretty inpatient back then. She just sat there and waited.
Lucy had always dreamed of becoming more with her skills as a pilot. She knows for a fact that there's people out there piloting stuff like mechs, and she always wanted to try that,
But she never had a reason or the experience in that regard, so she never got to apply for it.
SUDDENLY...
She heard a bike sound nearby, finally hoping that this was the Pizza she had ordered, she sprung from her seat and waited near the door, unaware that the guy delivering it was someone about to change her entire existence forever...
parking the bike, he would head inside the building, heading for the specific room he had to deliver the pizza to. Headphones still over his ears, he’d hum the music as he walked. He would dodge people in the hallway so he wouldn’t drop the pizza- and of course didn’t drop it.
“Alright…once I deliver this, I can get to work on those calculations…boring work, but somehow science is my other passion.”
Finally reaching the hall the room was in, he’d check a sticky note he wrote the specific room number on, before heading up to the door with said number and knocking.
“Alright Jack…once this is done, head right to the lab and get the calculations done, should be easy unless something unexpected happens…” he would say to himself.
Waiting at the door, waiting for that one "KNOCK" on the door, she was very inpatient, she had been waiting 40 mins, the Pizza had better not be cold . . . She was pacing around the door, and then finally, she heard someone coming up to the dorm room.
"FINALLY!"
Then suddenly!
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
( The other side of the door would sound )
She then finally opened the door to see the pizza delivery guy, wearing a cap and holding the pizza in hand. She instantly forgot that she was mad that he took so long to deliver it, he was kinda a big, buff guy, and she liked big, buff guys, granted there was a lot of buff guys in the academy, tbh she was only 1 of the 2 females who had signed up to be a pilot, the other one dubbed herself as the Singularity, a weird one.
"OH! HI! Is that my pizza? Was there a lot of traffic??"
She had said in a different tone than she normally did. She had tried not to completely embarrass herself in that particular moment. She didn't want to scare the Pizza Guy off...
After seeing the door open, he’d stop playing his music pull his headphones down around his neck.
“Yeah- Although I did make a stop to refuel and grab a snack- been at this job for hours- don’t worry, the pizza’s in one piece- unless you count the slices as different pieces.”
He joked as he handed over the pizza, mostly to hide how nervous he was. He may have been a big fella, but deep down, he was a softie. He was also trying not to embarrass himself and make this awkward.
“So uh…that’ll be around…[INSERT PIZZA PRICE HERE BECAUSE IDK], I think.”
From there he just tried to hide the fact he was nervous, VERY nervous. He stood there with an awkward expression on his face- one that was effectively the universal face of the words 'please don’t notice i’m nervous.'
Yep! They were both nervous. And it definitely showed, it was like some kind of spark hit, but she was a little bit easily distracted by the time and noticed she was nearly late for class, that's what happens when your pizza guy is late, she guesses... She then grabbed the box and placed it on the side...
"Sorry, I didn't mean to seem like a nervous mess, but I have class right about now, so I gotta get going, maybe...
we can when you're off work, eat the pizza together? I'm not doing anything after my lesson..."
She said in a quiet and ambitious tone, pointing her fingers together as she walked out of the door past the big male. Grabbing her key card and putting on a jacket that resembles his biker jacket.
"8pm? Is that a good time for you?"
She didn't really stay around for him to answer. She was just hoping he would comply with the invite. She was already late, so she quickly dashed off. She also gave the amount in cash and placed it on his chest as she passed him.
“I- uh- okay…well…uh…guess I should head to the lab now. Gotta get those calculations done…at least it’s nearby.”
Heading outside, hems walk to his bike, taking it over to the parking lot of the laboratory- which, as scientist said, wasn’t too far. (Whether or not it’s connected to the pilot academy (for mainly plot reasons but is considered a separate building is up to you). Scanning his ID, he’d head inside, going right towards the main lab.
“Alright…now, to get the calculations done. I’ll probably need a lot of coffee after this…”
he said, swapping his biker jacket out for a lab coat a she reached the main lab.
“…And I just hope my supervisor doesn’t make me examine experiments, i’m already way behind on these calculations because of stuff like that…”
It was a few hours later after the parted ways, she had just finished her day at the academy, it was tiring but she was glad to be out, and it was the start of a week off so she didn't have any classes left for the week. So, she was obviously relieved. The whole time she was in class, she wondered if that Pizza Delivery guy would even show up tonight...
"Better go have a shower before he supposedly arrives, if he does. This isn't a date, this isn't a date...this isn't a date..."
She was already getting nervous. She hadn't met someone before and definitely not someone who was as interesting as he was. She made it back to her dorm and headed into the shower,
She made sure she was all presentable. But she did keep the TV on cause apparently some weird storms were sighted, some purple storms so it could seem to be a problem if it hits.
She was now waiting for his arrival.
Rushing to her room, he barely had time to switch into his usual biker jacket, and was even pushing through people.
“Crap- I hope i’m not too late!”
As he ran, he would brush his hair, before finally reaching the door and taking a few deep breaths. Once he was ready, he’d talk to himself before knocking on the door.
“Alright Jack, just another day, right? Nothing out of the ordinary except for this entire situation…”
He was trying to keep his cool…and failing. He just hoped she didn’t see him as an absolute nervous wreck. He hadn’t met anyone like her…let alone anyone at all. He was far more nervous than he ever had been before.
Dates were simple. They should be. That's the idea of them, meet someone, get to know them, and then see how it goes. She's had dates before, they ... sorta ... worked out, not good, but she always knew she'd meet the right person one day, and this could be it ...
What's wrong with her? This was not the time to lose it. She's a pilot for gods shake. She's a PILOT,
A fighter, that's who she is.
She knew he was right outside her dorm room. She wore a tomboyish shirt, she wasn't the feminine type to wear dresses, this was just a causal meet-up between two people, two people who barely know each other ... although she noticed on his bike as she was heading to class that he was some sort of scientist ...
She then went over to her dorm door and opened it to reveal the male in his jacket. She didn't expect him to just look NORMAL.
"Ahem, you made it! Welcome!"
“Hey…I didn’t really have much time to prepare. Got dragged into a bunch of stuff at the lab. So…uh……” he paused. “…Actually, I…I can’t think of anything to say.”
He now had an awkward expression on his face, and was disappointed in himself. Aside from the biker jacket- which had a bunch of different pins and some patches on it, the identifying features of his look was a Metallica shirt, and his hair was in the style of a mullet- which was a tad bit more noticeable now without the hat that was part of his uniform.
“Dumb question considering why i’m here right now, but uh…can I head inside or…”
…He had no idea what he was doing. He was nervous to high hell and it was getting hard to hide that fact. Now, he just stood there, an awkward smile on his face, which faded into a different awkward expression.
"Yes! Right, of course. Come on in!"
She moved aside so the guy could enter her dorm room. It wasn't the tidiest place of all dorms, but it wasn't messy, so it should be fine ... right ❓️
"Sorry about the mess, I had a party last night, and it wasn't exactly tidied up properly. it shouldn't be an issue, though. I've got alcohol in the fridge, so help yourself ...
How's the science thing going?"
She actually picked some stuff up from the couch so he would be able to sit down, she hopes that he didn't think she's a slob.
“It’s been going good, got my own projects outside of work- and don’t worry about the mess. I may not be too social, but with the friends I do have…things tend to get out of hand really quick. I’m still figuring out how they managed to get a pizza stuck to the ceiling…”
He chuckled a bit as he remembered the day.
“So uh…how’s your pilot stuff going?”
He would ask, not really knowing what else to say at this point.
"My...pilot stuff? Well,
I haven't really piloted something in a while. It's mostly just classes and all that. I'm actually interested in joining this new organisation, they're looking for new members, it's called The Seven, they're looking for a pilot."
She pulled out a flyer from her table and showed it to him. It's funny how they're also looking for an experienced scientist, something he's also mentioned he does. It might be something worth looking into.
"It's a big deal, apparently. They work on multiverseal travel, but they're mostly at war with another organisation called The Imagined Order. Nothing else really is said."
She went into her fridge and pulled out two bottles of beer and passed one over to him before opening her own bottle and taking a drink of hers.
Taking the bottle of beer that was handed to him , he’d stare at the flyer out of interest as he opened and took a drink from the bottle. I mean, multiversal travel? Sounded interesting…especially for a scientist.
“Huh…sure as hell’s intriguing. I mean, given what they do, i’m surprised they need a scientist. And with the ideas I already have in my head…hm…I mean- not to mention this is…oddly specific.”
He said, bringing his hand to his chin as he thought a moment. It felt…too convenient that both a pilot and scientist were needed.
“Not to mention this is the first i’m hearing of either group…although I guess that can be explained by me not doing too much. I feel like I should look into these groups before I make a decision like this…”
He said, taking another sip from his drink as he thought about the situation at hand.
The day they met…
(OOC Note: if quote text is italic and bold, it’s present day scientist talking. Also- I will leave this open for reblogs I guess, as it’s starting from only scientist’s POV, they won’t meet until after the first reblog I or someone else does. Dunno how long after though.)
“Man…I can remember it like it was yesterday…”
A younger scientist- currently known Jack/Joel (both are part of his name), was speeding around on a motorcycle (imagine the FN rogue bike combined with a regular motorcycle and you have the general look), blasting old rock music as he drove. He was delivering pizzas and papers, and was on his way to the last stop, the local pilot academy/laboratory, when he decided to take a quick stop- mostly to refuel. Once he parked to refuel, he took his helmet off as he got off the bike- which somewhat resembled his helmet for his armor he has now.
“Alright…just gonna grab a quick snack from the store and continue. Don’t wanna be late for this delivery, considering i’ll be scolded, and then late for that thing I had scheduled with my friends…”
Heading inside the refuel station (sci-fi fuel thing where gasoline isn’t used anymore), he’d head up to the counter, paying for both a snack bar he grabbed, as well as to refuel his bike. Once that was taken care of, and his bike was refueled, he was back on his way. While heading towards the last delivery stop, he sang along to the song he was listening to while driving.
“I see a red door and I want it painted black…no colors anymore, I want them to turn black…I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes! I have to turn my head- until my darkness goes!”
A younger Paradigm named Lucy was in her room at the Pilot Academy. She had recently ordered a pizza from her favourite Pizza Place, she wasn't much different to her future self, she looked the same pretty much, just no scars and less muscles, she still worked out casually but she didn't have the Seven fighting experience. She was previously a pilot in the army, but she walked out after her teammate was killed in battle.
It was 3 years since that happened, with medication and help. She tries not to think of that event, but the trauma never leaves.
"Come on, where's that damn pizza ..."
She waited and waited— it was only 30 mins after she ordered, but she was pretty inpatient back then. She just sat there and waited.
Lucy had always dreamed of becoming more with her skills as a pilot. She knows for a fact that there's people out there piloting stuff like mechs, and she always wanted to try that,
But she never had a reason or the experience in that regard, so she never got to apply for it.
SUDDENLY...
She heard a bike sound nearby, finally hoping that this was the Pizza she had ordered, she sprung from her seat and waited near the door, unaware that the guy delivering it was someone about to change her entire existence forever...
parking the bike, he would head inside the building, heading for the specific room he had to deliver the pizza to. Headphones still over his ears, he’d hum the music as he walked. He would dodge people in the hallway so he wouldn’t drop the pizza- and of course didn’t drop it.
“Alright…once I deliver this, I can get to work on those calculations…boring work, but somehow science is my other passion.”
Finally reaching the hall the room was in, he’d check a sticky note he wrote the specific room number on, before heading up to the door with said number and knocking.
“Alright Jack…once this is done, head right to the lab and get the calculations done, should be easy unless something unexpected happens…” he would say to himself.
Waiting at the door, waiting for that one "KNOCK" on the door, she was very inpatient, she had been waiting 40 mins, the Pizza had better not be cold . . . She was pacing around the door, and then finally, she heard someone coming up to the dorm room.
"FINALLY!"
Then suddenly!
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
KNOCK !
( The other side of the door would sound )
She then finally opened the door to see the pizza delivery guy, wearing a cap and holding the pizza in hand. She instantly forgot that she was mad that he took so long to deliver it, he was kinda a big, buff guy, and she liked big, buff guys, granted there was a lot of buff guys in the academy, tbh she was only 1 of the 2 females who had signed up to be a pilot, the other one dubbed herself as the Singularity, a weird one.
"OH! HI! Is that my pizza? Was there a lot of traffic??"
She had said in a different tone than she normally did. She had tried not to completely embarrass herself in that particular moment. She didn't want to scare the Pizza Guy off...
After seeing the door open, he’d stop playing his music pull his headphones down around his neck.
“Yeah- Although I did make a stop to refuel and grab a snack- been at this job for hours- don’t worry, the pizza’s in one piece- unless you count the slices as different pieces.”
He joked as he handed over the pizza, mostly to hide how nervous he was. He may have been a big fella, but deep down, he was a softie. He was also trying not to embarrass himself and make this awkward.
“So uh…that’ll be around…[INSERT PIZZA PRICE HERE BECAUSE IDK], I think.”
From there he just tried to hide the fact he was nervous, VERY nervous. He stood there with an awkward expression on his face- one that was effectively the universal face of the words 'please don’t notice i’m nervous.'
Yep! They were both nervous. And it definitely showed, it was like some kind of spark hit, but she was a little bit easily distracted by the time and noticed she was nearly late for class, that's what happens when your pizza guy is late, she guesses... She then grabbed the box and placed it on the side...
"Sorry, I didn't mean to seem like a nervous mess, but I have class right about now, so I gotta get going, maybe...
we can when you're off work, eat the pizza together? I'm not doing anything after my lesson..."
She said in a quiet and ambitious tone, pointing her fingers together as she walked out of the door past the big male. Grabbing her key card and putting on a jacket that resembles his biker jacket.
"8pm? Is that a good time for you?"
She didn't really stay around for him to answer. She was just hoping he would comply with the invite. She was already late, so she quickly dashed off. She also gave the amount in cash and placed it on his chest as she passed him.
“I- uh- okay…well…uh…guess I should head to the lab now. Gotta get those calculations done…at least it’s nearby.”
Heading outside, hems walk to his bike, taking it over to the parking lot of the laboratory- which, as scientist said, wasn’t too far. (Whether or not it’s connected to the pilot academy (for mainly plot reasons but is considered a separate building is up to you). Scanning his ID, he’d head inside, going right towards the main lab.
“Alright…now, to get the calculations done. I’ll probably need a lot of coffee after this…”
he said, swapping his biker jacket out for a lab coat a she reached the main lab.
“…And I just hope my supervisor doesn’t make me examine experiments, i’m already way behind on these calculations because of stuff like that…”
It was a few hours later after the parted ways, she had just finished her day at the academy, it was tiring but she was glad to be out, and it was the start of a week off so she didn't have any classes left for the week. So, she was obviously relieved. The whole time she was in class, she wondered if that Pizza Delivery guy would even show up tonight...
"Better go have a shower before he supposedly arrives, if he does. This isn't a date, this isn't a date...this isn't a date..."
She was already getting nervous. She hadn't met someone before and definitely not someone who was as interesting as he was. She made it back to her dorm and headed into the shower,
She made sure she was all presentable. But she did keep the TV on cause apparently some weird storms were sighted, some purple storms so it could seem to be a problem if it hits.
She was now waiting for his arrival.
Rushing to her room, he barely had time to switch into his usual biker jacket, and was even pushing through people.
“Crap- I hope i’m not too late!”
As he ran, he would brush his hair, before finally reaching the door and taking a few deep breaths. Once he was ready, he’d talk to himself before knocking on the door.
“Alright Jack, just another day, right? Nothing out of the ordinary except for this entire situation…”
He was trying to keep his cool…and failing. He just hoped she didn’t see him as an absolute nervous wreck. He hadn’t met anyone like her…let alone anyone at all. He was far more nervous than he ever had been before.
Dates were simple. They should be. That's the idea of them, meet someone, get to know them, and then see how it goes. She's had dates before, they ... sorta ... worked out, not good, but she always knew she'd meet the right person one day, and this could be it ...
What's wrong with her? This was not the time to lose it. She's a pilot for gods shake. She's a PILOT,
A fighter, that's who she is.
She knew he was right outside her dorm room. She wore a tomboyish shirt, she wasn't the feminine type to wear dresses, this was just a causal meet-up between two people, two people who barely know each other ... although she noticed on his bike as she was heading to class that he was some sort of scientist ...
She then went over to her dorm door and opened it to reveal the male in his jacket. She didn't expect him to just look NORMAL.
"Ahem, you made it! Welcome!"
“Hey…I didn’t really have much time to prepare. Got dragged into a bunch of stuff at the lab. So…uh……” he paused. “…Actually, I…I can’t think of anything to say.”
He now had an awkward expression on his face, and was disappointed in himself. Aside from the biker jacket- which had a bunch of different pins and some patches on it, the identifying features of his look was a Metallica shirt, and his hair was in the style of a mullet- which was a tad bit more noticeable now without the hat that was part of his uniform.
“Dumb question considering why i’m here right now, but uh…can I head inside or…”
…He had no idea what he was doing. He was nervous to high hell and it was getting hard to hide that fact. Now, he just stood there, an awkward smile on his face, which faded into a different awkward expression.
"Yes! Right, of course. Come on in!"
She moved aside so the guy could enter her dorm room. It wasn't the tidiest place of all dorms, but it wasn't messy, so it should be fine ... right ❓️
"Sorry about the mess, I had a party last night, and it wasn't exactly tidied up properly. it shouldn't be an issue, though. I've got alcohol in the fridge, so help yourself ...
How's the science thing going?"
She actually picked some stuff up from the couch so he would be able to sit down, she hopes that he didn't think she's a slob.
“It’s been going good, got my own projects outside of work- and don’t worry about the mess. I may not be too social, but with the friends I do have…things tend to get out of hand really quick. I’m still figuring out how they managed to get a pizza stuck to the ceiling…”
He chuckled a bit as he remembered the day.
“So uh…how’s your pilot stuff going?”
He would ask, not really knowing what else to say at this point.
