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themainframe2013-09-20 12:20 pm
wheeljackofalltrades) wrote in themainframe2013-09-20 12:20 pm
008 // [Video]
[It's that time again! Wheeljack's here to clear up any and all confusion you people might have about this place. And maybe some tips for those who might be slightly not-human. Don't worry, though! His advice is accurate.
For the most part.
The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]
So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.
[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]
Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.
[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]
Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.
[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]
Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]
Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.
[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]
You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.
I heard that!
Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.
[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]
By the way, we're movin' out.
[And just like that, her head perks up.]
We are??
For the most part.
The feed opens up to show him on the couch of his apartment, pretty much just lounging out.]
So, we got an influx of newbies during that blackout, huh. Guess that means it'll be question time again unless someone clears up a few things. And you know me, I like to please people.
[Or annoy the crap out of them. Either way.]
Place is called the Digital World. And no, ya can't leave. Seriously, don't even try.
[There's a little pink ball of fluff curled on his stomach, poking a head up.]
Wow, you're getting right down to it, aren't you.
[With a little smirk, he pushes her head back down, back to sleep or whatever she was doing. Those eyes, however, go back to the ceiling in thought.]
Oh yeah, you're not human here. Yeah, I know. It's fraggin' impossible to do anything. But as long as ya follow the three rules, you'll make it. One. Clothes are your armor. It's pretty bad at bein' armor, but it's all ya got, so get used to it. Two, ya gotta refuel all day every day. Don't worry, their food's pretty good, and they got alcohol--pretty much defined as drink of choice. And three, breathin'. Probably should have covered breathin' first...but you've got to do it. It comes pretty naturally though, so I wouldn't worry unless you're turnin' blue in the face and too stupid to take a cue. [Misfire.]
Oh, and stop livin' on phone booths. You know who you are.
[He takes this moment to look at the crest he attached to his dog tags, inspecting it.]
You're probably going to get maimed here. Hate to say it, but pretty low chance of it -not- happenin. Things attack the city, so until we got some kind of boy scout troops or build a wall, you're gonna have to defend yourself with your little annoyance that follows you around.
I heard that!
Good. [Back to the camera] But, treat your weapon [he gestures to the Gazimon on his stomach] well, get better weapon. Good advice.
[He takes another look at the crest before looking down at You again.]
By the way, we're movin' out.
[And just like that, her head perks up.]
We are??
[Locked]
Nah, still in the apartment complexes.
Want me to meet ya there?
[Locked]-->Offline?
[He's already going there.]
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Why not have talks about feelings there too?]
...Kid?
[Are you there?]
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Yes...I am here.
I'm here too! So you guys gonna teach Heather how to put on the moves?
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Might as well go in. It's technically ours right now.
Are you kidding? Wheeljack's even WORSE!
Keep talkin' and we'll see who's the worst of us, You.
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[Leatherhead goes in ahead just to hide the flustered expression on his face.]
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So...
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I like him...
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[He figures he better know. Before he gets started.]
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[Shit, this is really nerve-wracking.]
...can you promise you will not tell?
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[He's not saying much, wanting to avoid making this any more awkward for Leatherhead than it was already.]
Let's get to a room first.
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Let us go.
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And it'd give him more time to think of what he COULD say.
He couldn't mess this up. Not this time. Leatherhead's trust was in him.]
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Once he gets himself sitting down, fiddling with his fingers, he finally gets the courage to speak.]
...his name is Michelangelo.
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He can be patient for that.
But when the name comes out, his eyes almost 'flicker', trying to place a face.]
I...don't think we've met.
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No...he had only come recently.
...he has freckles.
[Yeah sure, Leatherhead, that will totally help.]
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[Not going to lie, his eyes go to Duke.]
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NOT ME YOU BIG DORK!
[Leatherhead just slowly sinks where he's sitting. Oh dad, why.]
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Easy! I was just--
...Keep goin', kid.
[Awwwkwarddd.]
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[OK LET'S TRY TO ERASE THAT FROM MEMORY.]
He has orange hair here, but he comes from my world...he was the one who gave me my name.
...he was my first friend.
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Makes him pretty special, huh.
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He was the only one who believed in me when no one else did.
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Kid. I'm not an expert on this, but I'm gonna be straight with ya. I don't want ya gettin' hurt over this.
Before anythin'...make sure they're really...the feelin's ya think they are.
I'll help.
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[These feelings were confusing enough and now he had to figure out if they were fake?]
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Time away...it does things to ya.
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