47 - Action

[ceasetoexist]

[Well, Pokey certainly hadn't been expecting to get anything in the mail today, especially since he hadn't gotten anything for the last event. So seeing the child-sized crate on his lawn took him slightly by surprise.

Which didn't stop him at all from opening it. And just staring, dully, at its contents.]

A. Action; Locked to 502 Ricardo Street

[Hey housemate(s?). Feel free to notice the fact that there's a child-sized, humanoid robot currently busy cleaning the kitchen. Exactly how much progress it's making is somewhat debatable, considering it's working on cleaning the dishes and has a 1-1 record on successfully cleaning a dish, and accidentally breaking on.]

B. On the front porch of 502 Ricardo Street

[Well, it's lunch time, and for most kids, that means sandwiches. So nothing odd to see here. It's just a blue-skinned boy and his robot, having some sandwiches.

Or, uh, the robot is. Pokey finished his and is currently staring at the bologna sandwich the robot seems to be eating. It isn't long before his hand goes for it, trying to take it away from the robot. The robot doesn't seem very eager to let him have it.]

Let go! You're a robot! You don't need it as much as I do!

C. Grocery Shopping

[If you're at the grocery today, feel free to notice the kid sitting in a shopping cart as it's being pushed by a robot. They can first be found just tearing around the parking lot, the kid standing up in the cart as the robot pushes it, laughing his ass off and demanding for the robot to go faster. Of course, this ends relatively quickly when the robot accidentally runs the cart into something, knocking Pokey back on his ass into the cart.

When they actually do go into the store, it doesn't go much better. Pokey's at least realized it's a good idea to be out of the cart by this point. Which was a smart move. Considering there's so much more to possibly ram into, the robot is having a harder time maneuvering the cart, and ends up ramming it into something, be it an aisle, or a display, or another cart, every few seconds. Pokey, of course, decides to help the robot the best way he knows how.]

Oh wow, amazing. Yeah. You can't even work a shopping cart right. I'm really glad I got you back.

Comments

B

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[Feel free to notice at any time that you are being watched from just beyond the base of the porch. Slugger has yet to say a word as he tries to decide if that thing is really a robot and if you are actually trying to steal a sandwich from it.]

...

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Sorry, busy right now Slugger. It takes him a minute or two before he finally looks over and notices you?]

What? I'm busy!

[strike-you-out.livejournal.com]

[This is busy? He just smirks, amused.]

Why don't you get your own?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Just quirking an eyebrow at that.]

....Why? He has one and doesn't need it. So why not just take it?

[Though that's the moment Pokey loosens his grip on the sandwich, and the robot finishes gobbling it down.]

Hey!

C. Grocery Shopping

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

That's a weird rinne you have there. [ Shana comments, her arms full of easily made dinners of various sorts. ]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

No, it's a stupid one.

....A rinne?

[flameyedhunter.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Rinne. I used to fight them back in my own world. Dantalion used rinne that looked a bit like that.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Okay, see, I'm pretty sure what I have and what you're thinking of are two different things. Mine's just a robot.

[And as he says this, the robot manages to slip on the floor, pushing the cart away and into another aisle of food.]

A stupid robot.

B

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

Holy crap! Is that a robot?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a sucky one.

[He is still just trying to get that sandwhich away from it.]

[has-no-plan.livejournal.com]

Well, it is a pretty simple looking robot, but I'm from the future, so...who am I to judge?!

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Oh man, the future.

Haven't been there before.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton is perusing the shelves when she's bumped into by a cart. She turn to glare at whoever it is, when she sees it's a small robot and a blue-skinned kid.

Well then. He kind of blinks at them both. You never know what you might find in Mayfield.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Have a kid who just tumbled back in the cart glaring at the little robot. If it was possible, it looks like the robots almost...cowering in front of him.]

Hey! Look where you're going, stupid.

[And then raising an eyebrow at you, Barton.]

Robots, huh? No clue what they're doing.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[Barton has been learning things about robots second-handedly here in Mayfield. Sure seem popular.]

Uh, I guess. Never saw many till I got here.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Eh. There's a lot more here then there are more places I guess.

Most of them are at least kinda competent. Most.

B

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[...Is that a prototype porky-bot. Lucas stares for a little bit as he passes, wondering awkwardly if he ought to say anything.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Still just fighting with the robot until he notices Lucas. Seeing Lucas is...kind of something that immediately causes him to freeze, and the robot takes the chance to scarf down the sandwich immediately.

Which annoys the hell out of Pokey. He just glares at the little rainbow.]

You know what? You know what? Just....go inside and clean up the mess I made in the kitchen, alright?

[And then turning to Lucas, still annoyed.]

What?

[a-gentle-boy.livejournal.com]

[Lucas shakes his head a little before responding.]

What was that? Did you make it?

B

[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[Gash plops down not too far away from the scene, he having taken to walking around the streets again. After everything, he's curious and -unbelievable by some- slightly cautious.

It's after a moment he notices Pokey and the new "boy" and calls out.]

Uuuu... Unu? What are you two doing?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Well, hearing you call out is enough to distract him. He looks over to Gash, which is enough time for the robot to gobble up the rest of its sandwich.]

Well, we were having lunch. I guess not now, though.

What're you up to, squirt?

[He means that in a friendly way, too. He genuinely does. He's just not the best at thinking up appropriate names to give his friends.]

[redtogold.livejournal.com]

[He just grins.] I'm walking! Sometimes, I walk around to keep watch on things.

[yeaaaaaap]

B

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

[Mindy had been about to run over and give Pokey all the hugs, when she notices that he's not alone. At least maybe not. That doesn't look like a normal kid with him.... And they seem to be.... fighting over a sandwich?]

Hi, Pokey. What are you doing?

[She glances at the robot shyly.]

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[Oh well. Hearing the kid's voice is enough to pretty much distract him and give the robot time to finish its sandwich. He's a little annoyed, but he guesses he doesn't mind.]

Eh, finishing lunch. What're you up to, squirt?

[When Pokey notices she's looking at the robot, his own glance goes to the robot for a moment before giving it a swat on the head.]

Say hello, stupid.

[And the robot waves to the girl, several clanking a whirring noises following the motion.]

Damn, somehow I missed the notif for this...

[friendly-ghosts.livejournal.com]

I was coming to see you....

[Waves at the robot]

Who is that?