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[bladesbot]

Who: Blades, Rocket, anyone.
What: Trying to get a raccoon out of his cockpit.
When: During/after this.
Where: The Junk Pile, north side.
Notes: Sorry for my absence, school and work are eating me alive. I'll have more time this week to play so jump on board!


So there Blades was, trying to find interesting things in the junk pile when he found himself with a creature climbing up his frame and into his cockpit which he had just opened to stick in a remote control. (They seemed very important in the Burns household.) And it was eating Dani's emergency stash of cereal and growled at him when he tried to reach in to get it out. So naturally Blades had panicked and sent out a distress call to anyone who would listen because he didn't know how to get it out and it tickled and that was Dani's cereal, darn it!

A few people had responded, so Blades was waiting for them now, still trying to figure out if he could just get the thing out on his own and they'd actually started talking to each other. Turns out Blurr was right, it was Rocket, but he was still trespassing into Blades' personal space (like way WAY into it) and eating his things. Well Dani's things.

And now he was feeling bad for Rocket.

"But... you're sort of in my body and you didn't ask, and it's sort of uncomfortable..." his spark wasn't in the chastising anymore, even if he still felt violated. For as much as he felt out of place on this planet, he imagined being an organic from a planet much different than this one would be even harder.

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[furryfarkinfiend]

"How the fark is me being in here uncomfortable?" Rocket asked with a dry sort of 'What the hell are you on?' sort of tone to his voice, pausing in his nibbling of cereal bits to glare out of the cockpit.

Just because.

"Am I tickling you or something? Bloody hell, I think you're just a whiner is all. It's not like I'm going to chew through your wiring or anything like that," he muttered in a huff, promptly chowing down on a paw-full of cereal after the statement. His tail flicked as he settled back against the wall of the cockpit, getting comfortable as his ears fell back in a semi-annoyed yet content sort of way.

[bandagebound]

Poor robot. Hard to believe Tuck actually felt sorry for something he had once considered just another inanimate object, but this world was new to him still and not at all like his own in so many ways he couldn't begin to count. First and foremost were the robots themselves.

They were alive. That caught him by surprise. It should have surprised him that here he was, setting his pack aside to go out and help one, but nah. Not anymore. Give it a few minutes and Blades will see what looks like an off-white ribbon wiggling its way around on drafts, coming toward him. Once it is close enough, it will wind its way on down to a spot to land...

... and rewrap itself to become this kid.

Tuck stands there for a moment, looking up at the big bot, and reaches a hand around to rub at the back of his neck. How do you do this? "Hey. You needed help with something?"

[bladesbot]

"Maybe I just don't like you in my cockpit, ok?" Geez, where was common courtesy these days? Since when was it considered acceptable to climb into a person and eat their food?

Ribbons. Things flying through the air were no new phenomena to Blades. Humans had trash and leaves and stuff flying through the air on earth all the time. He especially liked watching plastic bags fly and hop around. There was something hypnotic about it. So flying ribbon was normal... until it became a person.

Well, that weirdness aside, they were here to help!

"Yes please! Get him out?" Blades practically begged, falling to his knees near the ribbon-man and pointing into his open cockpit at the furry pest. "But be careful... He's got sharp claws and teeth and a bad attitude."

[furryfarkinfiend]

Rocket didn't really get to respond because Blades' suddenly movements had the furball falling against the back of the seat he'd been hiding against, an annoyed sound escaping him that melted into a growl.

"Your farkin' right I have sharp claws and teeth! And two laser pistols to boot so just leave me alone!" he snapped, peering out from behind the seat, teeth bared as his ears fall back against his head. "I'm not hurting the crybaby so just leave me be to eat!"

That's all he wanted. Sure he could have just swiped the cereal and left but Blades' cockpit was comfortable on top of having food in it so he was content to just stay awhile.

Sorry so friggin late @__@

[bandagebound]

"Oh." If he thought he had seen it all before? Not so much now. Tuck ran a hand back over his head, pausing to scratch lightly at the clothy skin there, wondering what he was going to do now. He had expected maybe a rat or something of the like, something that couldn't talk back and was probably just as scared as the robot himself and just needed a helping hand to get it back on the ground again. This creature, with guns and attitude?

Tuck decided this creature might pass for one of Quarry's other grunts.

"Well, how do you know you're not hurting him? He seems pretty rattled to me. I mean, do you keep smaller people inside you on a regular basis? I'd be pretty uncomfortable with that myself."

No worries. I've been busy too.

[bladesbot]

Yeah, finding out that the creature in his cockpit was armed and could shoot inside him wasn't comforting at all. Blades didn't like weapons on principle, but there was an angry creature inside him who was armed and ready to fire? Blades suddenly felt way less comfortable than he had before.

A fearful whimper escaped Blades and he shrank down a bit more, hands clenching and unclenching as he fought off a panic attack.

"I have a human that rides in me frequently but she asks and doesn't carry weapons that could kill me," Blades said, finding it best now to just freeze completely and try not to break down into a whimpering mass of metal at the thought of his life ending before he got to see his team and Dani again.