Who: Donnie purplexing and yoou?
What: Trying to move forward
When: That nebulous span of time in March and maybe into April
Where: Various, Central City
Content Warnings: N/A



I. a_void_ance (closed to Accelerator)
He hadn't wanted to go back to the apartment after the incident. He didn't want to have to explain things, not when his thoughts were still scattered to make it worse, not with the sentiments he knows the others have regarding involved parties. He still holds responsibility for it, and so far as he's concerned, he's paid the consequences.

Maybe he'll feel bad about it later. Right now he's too tired.

Getting into a certain esper's apartment is a breeze. Accelerator's never bothered to do anything for security, not that it would keep Donnie out anyway, and Donnie's gotten so used to slipping in and out that he's sure he can do it in his sleep. Probably a good thing considering he's getting to that point. Quiet as a shadow, he makes his way towards the couch, thankful of his past self to have automatically set an override for the lighting effects when it came to his own entrances. He doesn't need Accelerator to wake up.

He peels off his Society outfit and leaves it in a pile on the floor. At least blood on black isn't very visible, but he's got holes to deal with and no brainpower to do so. Although speaking of blood... The couch is different. He gives it a quick glance over through his helmet before pulling it off and dropping it on his jacket before sinking onto the couch himself, curling on his side, his left arm bandaged around his bicep but at least it's stopped throbbing. It's not long before Donnie just passes out.


II. Defrag (closed to close CR)
Things are...better. Maybe. Jury's still out on that one, but at least Donnie can agree that it's exhausting being stuck in an emotional loop, and while it's been difficult to scrape up the motivation to do anything, trying is the first step.

He starts out with small things, general maintenance around the apartment's appliances. He finally finishes up that toaster-phone which had started off as a joke but then Donnie figured he could make workable and it'd be absolutely ridiculous but wait, oh man has it been a year already, almost? Okay, that's a depressing thought, moving on-

It hasn't warmed up much even though spring's finally come, so Donnie hasn't moved his plants back out onto the balcony yet. They're still nearby where they can soak in the natural light. Tending to them is what's helped him get through some of those sluggish days even if it had been more of an automatic thing, but now he's thinking about new additions and themes. A purple garden might be a thing in the near future.


III. Root_ine (OTA)
It's funny how one day you can feel like absolute trash and then the next you can shift gears like you've never broken your weekly trends. Maybe it's the idea of falling back into routine, and even if your head's still kind of in this fuzzy space of focus, your body remembers things as pieces fall into place, and eventually the mind clicks with everything. Well, mostly. Donnie still can't shake that detached feeling, like maybe he's dreaming.

Maybe everything was a dream. But he knows better.

Huvrye's right though. Life goes on. Just because something happens and you get stuck in one moment doesn't mean that everything pauses and waits conveniently for you to catch up. There are still things to do. Tasks to complete. If you try to catch up then surely everything will start to sync up eventually.

So Donnie is out at his usual haunts, and maybe a few not so usual. He's at the library or opening one of his latest book acquisitions while sipping a vanilla macchiato at a coffee shop if not catching up on homework. There's some solace to be found in pages of math equations, at least for some people.

Or maybe you catch him stepping out of a home improvement store with a few short planks tucked under his right arm, the wood bound up around a paper bag so nothing snags the material of the plum-colored bomber jacket he wears over his usual hoodie. ...and a pot with a long branchlike vine coming up with little green leaves, cupped in his free hand. Look, he couldn't help himself, okay?


IV. Association (Open to Society)
It feels like it's been some time since he's last dipped his toes into Society happenings, but then again, it probably has been. Donnie hates being out of the loop of things for long, but after running across Red Hood that one night, he's hesitant to jump right back into things, at least when it comes to harder missions. At least particular Society members are aware of what had happened with his brother, so he's glad he doesn't have to explain himself.

Here, he's known as GameOvR, the spelling and cases important even if it's brushed off as one of those weird things that kids these days like to do but Donnie has his reasons.

He's cleaned and patched up his jacket. Being able to magically remake things certainly has its advantages, and with some clever application of fibers to make up for the damages from his fight with Red Hood, the thing looks just like new. It's also been reinforced, and while it's not exactly armor and won't save him from some bruises, it's still a lot sturdier than it had been. If he can figure out how to replicate the method without using suspiciously obtained god-powers then he'd totally patent it.

One of his favorite spots has been on one of the purple plush couches in the lounge where he can just relax and read up on things while he sips on a Shirley Temple (curse you, Jason Todd). Yes, he's made a little slot in his helmet specifically so he can use a straw, and with his face covered it makes it ideal for him to people watch without being obvious.