INDEPENDENCE DAY | open log

[engrishdetective]

WHO: Gunmax & OPEN AS HELL
WHERE: The Haven area -- a clearing's been picked out.
WHEN JULY FOURTH AWWWW YEAHHH AMERICA.
WHAT: Gunmax has stated that there will be FIREWORKS. So here is the place to celebrate the fireworks going off! Completely open and anyone is welcome. Chances are the Brave Police will frown upon any scuffles between 'Con and 'Bot, so if something comes up, they will probably escort your afts. This is an opportunity to socialize a bit the best you can BEFORE THE IMPENDING ATTACK.
NOTES: For those that Gunmax promised to pick up on his motorcycle, assume that he already has, for your own convenience!
WARNINGS: AMERICAAAA.



Granted, he knows. He gets it, the Brave Police are in a bad situation because this place is all about the freaking Cybertronians, so they don't really have much fuel to pass around in order to be comfortable.

Heck, at this moment, they're barely scraping by.

Usually, the cheering up portion is left up to Yuuta and on a normal basis, he'd probably just watch fireworks on a TV and call it good because no one in Japan really gives a damn about American customs. That's fine, whatever. But then there's the lack of Yuuta and he knows how that's affecting Deckerd and this entire place is a mess, so Gunmax feels like he needs to do. Something. For all of them.

This isn't normally his place to do that sort of thing, but Deckerd's long since earned his trust and friendship and so has McCrane.

It's why asking for a thing like fireworks isn't an easy choice -- they do have important things to do -- and making this next decision is even harder.

Gunmax parks the motorcycle and steps off. Almost affectionately, he pats the seat before crouching down.

"Sorry girl," he says with a sigh. "Just some of your gas, all right? It means I can't take you out as often as I'd like, so don't get too lonely."

He pops open Gunbike's gas tank and starts to drain some of the gas into one of his containers.

"Thanks for understanding," he muses to the bike, eventually closing off the tank when he's satisfied. The motorcycle isn't empty, but he'll have to be even more stingy than usual in using her.

Poor thing.

He gives the bike one more pat before he heads out a bit further into the clearing.

Time to start the show, he thinks.

Comments

[patokichi]

"Ahah yes we could all use a good wash," Deckerd seems a little embarrassed at the smudge McCrane draws attention to- but he's covered in dirt and grease anyways, so it's kind of futile.

The thought of washing himself, while he's sure he's plenty capable, is odd. He's already missing the talks he would have with Yuuta and his sisters.

"Hmm. I think Duke would take it in stride. He's got such a good nature."

Deckerd is of course, always the first one to have a good word in on the knight. They've become such close friends. Like everyone on the team, Deckerd really doesn't have a bad thing to say about any of them.

"So that's what this is... interesting. Though history is interesting, even if this isn't earth."

[mccrane]

It's hard to be bothered by any of their dirtiness, especially in respect to his own. If they were in a different situation, he might have been, but dirt came second to survival.

He just doesn't like to see the team in this state. "Oil, yes." He reaches out to accept the offered canister, staring at it for a moment, knowing where it came from and what it means to Gunmax. It isn't diesel, but he will live. Inefficiently, but he will live. "The Cybertronians use it. But not gas." He looks down to his refueling hatch on his side, and flicks it open carefully. "A robot named Drift brought me a small amount before I came, but I don't know how long it will last." It would be something, though. Maybe enough to refuel Gunmax's bike, and use that for a while to get around.

"So it's about freedom," he says, softly, agreeing with Deckerd that the story is interesting to hear. "I hope we can do as well on our own as America did." It's not quite about that, he knows. This isn't a freedom that he imagines any of them want, but they'll manage, he's sure of it. They're cut off for the first time, but they've survived worse.

He looks up, watching the fireworks paint colors over the cloud-less sky.

"I'm glad that you did this, Gunmax," he says, after a moment. Weathering this situation together has been more of an accomplishment than he's realized. Seeing the fireworks is already making him feel better, somehow.

[engrishdetective]

"I'm sure Duke would like to pontificate on the nitty gritty bits of history, too." Gunmax waves his hand a bit. "He's a bit of a detail-orientated guy."

When McCrane opens the hatch on his side, Gunmax snorts and covers his mouth for a moment, trying not to laugh at the appearance. He's already given Deckerd crap for that old-fashioned method previously. Seeing McCrane fuel this way doesn't make it any less funny to him.

He debates giving him a hard time. He decides to go easy on the crane for now, considering all that they've been dealing with.

"I think we're doing okay so far," the biker comments, tone faint. "I mean, it's just the three of us, but we're managing."

One of them needs to be the confident one. Might as well be Gunmax.

At the last comment from McCrane, he laughs. "Well, I'm glad I did this, too. But it's nice you're both agreeing."

[patokichi]

"Well, if we figure out a way to refine it, we might be able to work something out. I'm going to keep asking around to see if anyone knows anything. While it is nice to see such charity amongst these robots... we cannot sustain ourselves on the kindness of others forever."

They'll have to sort something out, and that, Deckerd tasks himself with, quietly.

"For now, I suppose let's not worry, though. It will only wear on our nerves, and that's the last thing any of us needs."

He laughs to punctuate his point and leans back a bit more, watching the haphazard fireworks.

"You did do a wonderful job with this."

If he just looks at the explosions, he can imagine he's back on earth at some festival with Yuuta.

[mccrane]

"Duke would clarify..." McCrane nodded, letting his thoughts wander. "And Power Joe would tease him for it." He finished refueling, catching Gunmax's expression for a moment with surprise, and glancing down to reseal his hatch, feeling strangely embarrassed but handing the can back nonetheless. "Drill Boy would take the gasoline when nobody was looking, and Dumpson would fetch it back, while Shadowmaru muttered under his breath about how it didn't matter, and watched the fireworks with that sad look he sometimes gets." McCrane smiled, a little, thinking on it.

It would be like home, if they were here.

It wasn't bad, though, like this. "Ratchet says he may be able to dilute the energon so that we can ingest it. If he can't, however, we may need to consider getting our engines overhauled."

[engrishdetective]

The description that McCrane lays for their missing members is specific and on the dot, he imagines. He can see it easily, with Yuuta looking on with his eyes wide in wonder and innocent laughter. With all of them, it'd be nice.

This is just going to have to do.

He accepts the can back from McCrane, giving him a side glance in amusement before turning his attention back to Deckerd. "Much appreciated. It was some hard work."

Back to the topic at hand, though. Lovely. This energon business seems to be getting them into an odd fix, doesn't it?

"You mean replacing them?" That oddly discomforts him.