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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Yeah it's a she. That's why her name is Josephine.

[Which, you know. Is circular logic since he named her that, but hey. That's how Pokey is.

Pokey notices Picky wanting to follow and help the Clumsy Robot, and frowns. C'mon Picky, it's just a robot. But he guesses that's just you.]

She's....kind of non-operational now but...I'm working on it. But yeah. She's mine.

[He points to the clumsy robot as it bumbles about.]

He's mine too. I guess.

[imjustpicky]

Josephine....

[She didn't look much like a Josephine, but he wasn't about to say that out loud. If you have a giant robot, you get to name it whatever you want, right?]

What happened to her? Why's she all busted up?

[...and this time, he actually steps after the clumsy robot to see where he's going. And to dip down and help it up from one of its stumbles.]

He's kind of cool, too. Does he have a name?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Guy attacked her. ...I told you to be careful here. There's a lot of jerkoffs in this town.

[And to be fair? For once Pokey was fully in the wrong.]

...Yeah. He does. Sir Cecil Shufflebottom.

A friend named him. Not me.

[Hear that Picky?

He's willing to admit he has friends.]

[imjustpicky]

[Knowing that one of the "jerkoffs" Pokey wants him to stay safe from half-exploded a spider mech thing fills in some additional details in Picky's overall picture of Mayfield. The picture is still hardly complete, or accurate, or possibly even useful... but now there's a spot for BAD GUYS, much more clear and menacing than before.]

...wow.

[He'd much rather think about the robot. Which he does, once again helping it by moving a spare part just a bit out of the way so it doesn't trip.]

That's a pretty goofy name! But I guess he's a pretty goofy robot. [He laughs at his own joke.

...but stops shortly.]

...so you must know lots of people here, huh?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Yeah.

[He won't say any more about it, but Pokey certainly hopes you get it now. With how bad some of the bad guys are here, he's become a little dissuaded himself from his original ideas of....well, pursuing being bad.]

There's a guy in town who wears a bag over his head, smells like three month old cheese, and wears black sheets. Stay away from him, understand?

[The clumsy robot scampers up as Picky helps it, standing beside Picky at the moment, "whirring" and "clacking" lightly.]

Yeah. I do know a lot of people....some of them are pretty cool, I guess.

....You like him, huh? You want to keep him?

[It's not a joke, or a trick. He's sincerely asking you if you'd like the smaller robot, Picky.]

[imjustpicky]

I don't think I'd want to hang around a guy that wears a bag on his head and smells like old cheese, anyway.

[Picky is grimacing. Avoiding this bag-wearing smelly bum is going to be really easy, he's sure of it.]

This place has all kinds of cool people! There was a guy with a horse! A huge horse! And there's some guy that says he's from the future, and there was this girl with horns, and... and uh [His enthusiastic gushing tapers off.] there's Key-Fu.

[Talk about that clumsy robot provides a welcome distraction. Picky's surprised, genuinely surprised, and he's regarding Pokey with disbelief and caution. It sounded like a joke or a trick.]

...yeah, I like him. He's... [Little, and yelled at, and trying hard, and...] ...cool.

I can really have him?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, he's not all that cool. There's better people to hang around.

[As you seem to have figured out. He frowns a little; Jesus, Picky, tell him you're taking a little precaution. You aren't just trusting every single person you meet, are you? Do you at least know their names? Have you made sure to use your alias? Please tell him you have.]

....Key-Fu?

That is just....the dumbest friggin' name I've ever heard. What, does he throw keys at people?

[Pokey just looks at his little brother and the robot a little more, before nodding. For once, what's his is yours too, Picky. After 400 years away from you and a year and a half of torture, you kind of come to appreciate who you have. Of simply having your little brother.]

Yeah. He's yours. Just tell me if you need help with him.

[imjustpicky]

....Key-Fu. [How do you explain a guy like Key-Fu, really?]

He's my dad. My fake dad, at the house, right? He's... uh, I think he's a superhero of some sort, but he's always smiling and his eyes are crossed and he's...

...

He's weird.

[Now is an excellent time to pay attention to Cecil the clumsy robot. He's his now? Really? He likes the idea, so he wants to go along with it, and Pokey has been kinda nicer. In some ways. So...]

...thanks! I'll, I'll take good care of him! We'll be buddies! Uh... do I have to change his batteries? Or do anything with him?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Weird? Picky, he sounds like a lunatic, and the frown crossing Pokey's face at the description shows that. Are you really safe in this house?]

....Tell me. If he gets too weird.

[Right now the robot is busy sitting on the grass, bobbing its head back and forth, clacking and whistling in tune to the bobbing.]

...You will, huh? Good. ...You shouldn't have to. He takes care of himself pretty well. If he gets too annoying there's an off switch on his back.


He likes sandwiches.

[imjustpicky]

[He's already "too weird". But telling Pokey that isn't going to help the situation any, so...]

You can come over for dinner! And see him for yourself.

You... you need to see him for yourself.

[The whistling and clacking might get irritating eventually, but right now? It's kinda endearing. Yeah, he's going to like having his own robot!]

He eats sandwiches? Cool! Does he like baloney sandwiches?

[No, no, wait, he should ask the robot...]

Do you like baloney sandwiches?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Sure. I'll come some time.

[By which he actually means soon. Because like hell he's going to leave you in a house occupied by a crazy person all on your own, not after he ended up leaving you with Alyosious and Lardna for god knows how long.

The robot looks up at Picky and nods its head frantically. Baloney sandwiches are, in fact, his favorite.]

...Think that's a yes.

[imjustpicky]

I'll ask him when I get home. You know, the mom's cooking isn't too bad... when it's not oatmeal. Or vegetables.

[He doesn't really want his brother's approval of the weird not-dad he's been saddled with. It's more that he needs to... show this guy to someone. Just to make sure that it's not just some kind of figment of his imagination.

His new robot is proving to be a much more exciting thing to discuss, besides.]

You do? Hey! Cool! Baloney sandwiches are my favorite. I'll share with you. I promise!

[It will be such a beautiful friendship.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah. I...try not to eat what the drones serve too often, but it shouldn't hurt you regardless.

[Indeed it is. In fact, the robot is so happy he almost looks like he's doing a little dance!

Which is really just it flailing before falling down again.]

[imjustpicky]

It's not so bad! Not so good, either... better than some of the stuff mom made, sometimes... Does someone at your place cook?

[And hey! Happy robot! ...toppling robot, which he helps back to its feet.]

We're gonna get along so great. We're gonna do all kinds of stufff. [He pauses. He looks back at his brother.] You can come, too! Uh... if you're not doing other stuff...?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Got a drone mom. Everyone else is normal, though.

[Pokey just stares at the two of them. God, Picky, how'd you come from the same family as him? That isn't fair to you in any way. You should have had a lot better than you got.

He'll try to be better now, to work on that.]too busy.