56 - Action/Phone

[ceasetoexist]

[It was weird. After a week of feeling like garbage, to wake up feeling as good as he did didn't really make sense. But really, after having a confrontation he was dreading and having it turn out all right? It felt good. And he hadn't felt this good in a long time.

Pokey couldn't remember the last time he actually felt, well, decent since everything. Last Christmas, maybe? Early March, at the very latest? It had been a long time. But now that he'd actually felt it, actually felt some kind of closure, of confidence? It was time not to waste that.]

[Action - 502 Ricardo]

[School? Screw that. Pokey still had something important to do considering his spider mech was still practically sprawled out across the yard. It had gotten repaired some, but really being blown apart with thunder magic will do that to a robot.

But it was coming along. Over the last two months of repairs, there was some small, but noticeable, progress as the mech was slowly repaired. Which still didn't mean to slow down. Right now, Pokey's busy tinkering away on it in the front yard, a small robot scampering around to go and get tools for him when he asks for them. When the robot isn't busy tripping over it's own feet.

Or when the robot isn't running around sporadically from fear as Pokey yells at it for doing something that displeases him, just barely dodging tools as Pokey throws them at it. Either or.]

[Action - Bowling Alley]

[Pokey always thought bowling was a pretty dumb sport. After all, I mean you throw a ball and knock down pins, nothing special about that. Still, he decided he might as well try it out for once, for shits and giggles.

And actually found it pretty good for stress relief. He's really gotten into it.

At the same time, most people usually roll the balls instead of, you know, hefting it up and tossing it. They also generally stick to their own lanes, though that's something Pokey doesn't particularly give a good goddamn about that.

Yeah. Enjoy the fat kid ruining your game.]

[Phone]

So, okay, I've got an awesome plan, but I need to know something first.

Anyone got a TV I can hook a Super Nintendo up to? Because I need to know that before I even bother. You let me borrow your TV and, hey, I might even let you play some.

For. You know. Like maybe a half hour or something.

Comments

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Interative Gaming Mobile Device Box is a popular one. But I never said the name was bad, just that I wouldn't expect you to automatically know what random things from my culture I mention are, holy fuck.

I'd help, but my expertise is more computers. [No, Karkat...] I know some asshole who could probably do it if you're desperate, but he has a loathsome personality so it should be a last resort.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

That is just awful. So like...do robots come up with titles and names for you guys, or what?

Yeah? I'm mainly robotics and weaponry, but I can do computers some too. You program, or what?

Eh, I may. I guess I could fix a TV up to be accessible if I really wanted it, but I'm not going to put in more work than I have to. And I've met some pretty winning personalities in this place anyway.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I used to do a lot of programming. It was kind of a hobby.

[It's a hobby he sucks at, and he hasn't messed around with this particular hobby since he accidentally killed his lusus doing it.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Not a bad hobby. Nice to know there's actually a lot of people who know their way around tech to some degree.

So who's this jerkhole you were going to suggest?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Sollux. He probably wouldn't help anyway, though. He's the worst.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Wait, Sollux?

Scrawny guy, has a lisp and talkths like thith?

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Oh, so you've already met him.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Haven't talked to him much. He works at the theater with me.

I can barely understand what he's saying, so I kinda avoid him just for that.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

Continue to do so, he's a shithead and the way he can't string a sentence together without expectorating at you is just embarrassing.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah I'm gonna be really blunt. I'm not too impressed by most of you grey-skinned kids I've met.

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

I'm not too impressed by most of you pink hornless wonders, so I guess we're fucking even? What do you expect me to say to that? Most of them are assholes, but humans are pretty miserable specimens most of the time as well.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Hey I'm not arguing that. I don't like most of them either.









Guess they're still worth helping, though.

[Which is a lesson it took Pokey a long, long time to learn. It still feels awkward, even saying it.]

[crusthatecean.livejournal.com]

To a certain extent, but beyond that they need to learn how to wriggle out of the abiogenetic slurry on their own.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh no kidding. Someone who can't do anything on their own is utterly pathetic.