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

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Makes sense. Everyone here is from a different dimension.

So what's your world like, you've never seen a robot or anything?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

It's... Well, they say this place is the late 1950s, but where I was from, it was 1922. So it ain't terribly different, mostly it's the people who live here who are really different from where I'm from. It's kinda neat, just takin' some used to, I guess.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

[The boy's noise wrinkles a bit.]

Seriously?

You don't find this crap boring? The town itself, I mean?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Yeah, well, the town itself is, kinda. But it's all still new to me so it can be interesting sometimes. [She thinks.] Like the cars. And the movies and television. But mostly I mean the people.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...Yeah. The people are alright.

[He actually likes them. Most of them. But like hell he'd admit that, so he shrugs.]

They're the one thing that keeps this dump interesting, that's for sure.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

If it wasn't for all the droning 'n' random terrible shit they like to pull, this place'd be better than where I'm actually from.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

...I'm with you there.

I could get used to the place, otherwise.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Same here. I mean, how'd I learn about robots 'n' stuff otherwise?

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Beats me. So you don't got robots or psychics or nothing where you're from?

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

[She blinks at him.] Psychics? No, we got those... There's a lot of people with different powers here. It's like that back home, just not so many.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

Same for mine, at least.

My world just doesn't have, you know. The constant impending threat of torture.

[nosoul-nomind.livejournal.com]

Mine either. I was just stuck in a shitty situation. Guess I have Mayfield to thank for getting me out of there, but I know they can send me back whenever they want. So I dunno if it helps much. [She shrugs lightly.]

What's your name, anyway? I'm Barton.

[godisachild.livejournal.com]

....Yeah. I can get that.

....Pokey. Pokey Minch.