Practice Makes Perfect (Action)

[ceasetoexist]

[BLU Engie's gone. But that doesn't matter, not really. It's not like he expected people to stay here, and he honestly should have known better that, if he actually did kinda-sorta want someone to stay there, they would eventually leave. It's just how fate seemed to want to get him after all it couldn't possibly be coincidence it's not like he's paranoid straight to hell or anything, and this pretty much just seemed to be yet more evidence that something, somewhere, was probably conspiring against him to piss him off about everything around him. Not that it mattered, he supposed, because it wasn't like it would be the last time it'd ever happen either.

So it wasn't because Engie was gone that Pokey found himself out in the driveway of his house, trying to build one of the machines the man had been showing him how to work on. Not at all. It's not like he felt he had to prove something, like what he learned meant anything. And it may not have, considering how badly he's struggling to remember what to do.

Feel free to notice notice the grumbling, more agitated then usual blue kid fucking about with a bunch of metal parts in his driveway and come agitated him even further.]

Comments

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Passing by for whatever reason, notices and stops. Finally approaches after a moment of debate.]

Are you trying to build something there?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Grumble grumble grump grump.]

So what if I am?

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

If you're having problems, I could probably help.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He just grits his teeth at that, glowering.]

I didn't ask for help. I'm fine.

[miltianbunny.livejournal.com]

[Short pause, before she gives him a look.]

So you'd rather just struggle with it until you either bust it, or if you're lucky, get it right? I can at least probably show you how to build it so you learn something for future reference.

Well, if it isn't too dangerous anyway...

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[Children trying to build things touch a soft spot in Theta's heart. She walks over and smiles, leaning heavily on her cane as she moves.]

What are you building...?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

None of your business, is what I'm building!

[ergaleomancer.livejournal.com]

[She recognises that voice. Brat.]

Mm, have fun ruining it. You don't have enough pieces to make a secure mechanism.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

I know what I'm doing. You don't even know what I'm building.

[ninemelodies.livejournal.com]

Hey! What'cha building, little man?

_{[Observing from the sidewalk.]}

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, at least that's a little better, instead of the crap he was getting about "needing help".]

...It's called a Dispenser. This scientist guy taught me how to make one a little while ago.

[ninemelodies.livejournal.com]

A... Dispenser? _{[He thinks back to that Heartless he came across in a couple missions in the past--What was it, a Bulk Vendor?]} What... is it exactly?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't bother to look up from his work as he answers.]

It's this machine you can cram a lot of junk into, and it hands stuff out based on what you need.

Aww, Pokey. ;;

[teutonictraitor.livejournal.com]

[[Medic had been going on his way to the store for things to use to rig BLU Medic's house up with traps certain important objects, and imagine his surprise when he sees what is quite obviously an in-the-works Dispenser being worked on by Pokey. He'd know that design anywhere--and hadn't the BLU's Engineer been here? Hm. Medic will stop the car and watch for a bit, curious. This was certainly something. If Pokey could actually build the Engineer's devices, and if he had already allied himself with the BLUs that remained, this could be bad for Medic's team.]]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He's not noticing you yet Medic. He's just busy trying to remember exactly what comes next in working on the Dispenser. He's struggling, but he's making progress.]

[teutonictraitor.livejournal.com]

[[Nnnnnot good. Medic frowns and remains in the car, though he cuts the engine. He might be here a while.]]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[It takes the kid awhile, but he's ultimately able to build it up. At least, a first level one. It took him quite awhile, and he struggled, but he did it.]

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

[Whether or not you've noticed, Tak meandered by your driveway and has been watching you for a bit]

You seem remarkably calm today.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I guess.

[He's not turning around at the moment, Tak. He's just trying to do his work.]

My main on TF2 is Engineer, by the way :D

[insectoidalien.livejournal.com]

Haven't had any more late night injurious encounters then, I presume.

[She frowns down at your pile of whatever-the-fuck-that-is]

What is that?

Nice. Haven't actually played much, myself.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Thankfully. Which doesn't mean it isn't still on. It is. He's probably just waiting.

It's called a Dispenser. A guy around here taught me how to make it along with a couple other things a little while back.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran happens to wander by]

Oh hello Pokey~

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just waving, slightly dismissively, as he continues to try to work.]

Hey.

[relaxiamadoctor.livejournal.com]

[Fran wanders closer, glancing curiously at the project he's working on]

How are your symptoms treating you? Any changes?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[He shrugs, still just working.]

Not really. I mean, they haven't changed for a hundred years or so, wouldn't see why they would now.