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ceasetoexist[It happened again. Of course it did. It inevitably does, so why did he expect now to be any different then it ever was? People leave. No matter how much he might stupidly care, or put faith in them, they were going to leave him.
And Engie had done so once before, so now shouldn't be a surprise. And he shouldn't feel betrayed by it like he does. He'd come to terms with everyone abandoning him awhile ago, hadn't he? It was stupid to care about it now, and especially here.
So why did he? He couldn't shake it. And he hated it. And all it did was remind him of how alone he felt he was, regardless of the fact that he had personally made the decision to be so. It didn't matter. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off how he felt right now. Some kind of release.]
[Welp, folks, Pokey has worked himself into a bitchy little tizzy over Blu Engie getting perma-droned again. Feel free to find him reacting to the news in one of two ways.]
A. Anger
[Hey. Hey see that car right outside? Maybe it's even your car, and you were planning to go for a drive or to work.
Well now you aren't, because that son of a bitch has been smashed into oblivion by a long, large metallic leg. Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice the large spider mecha, furious little boy standing on top of it as he proceeds to have the mecha smash every car it can find, occasionally picking one of the already ruined cars up and throwing it further. Hey, it's helping his anger. And dealing extensive property damage, but that's another matter entirely.]
B. Grief
[Well, now that Pokey's managed to get his anger out of his system (for the most part), he'll be moping around now.
Feel free to find Pokey apparently aimlessly wandering around town today, head bowed, shoulders slumped. He has honestly never looked as defeated or dejected in Mayfield as he does right now. You even think you might hear a small, shuddering sniffle if you get to close of him.
Of course, thing is, he hasn't really worked his anger out entirely, either. So Pokey'll be kicking down anything he can in his rage that isn't bolted down. Cans, animals, trashcans, these'll all be getting kicked. He might be kicking your mailbox too but, uh, he isn't quite strong enough to kick down that, so enjoy the fat kid kicking at your mailbox only to be grabbing his foot afterwards in pain.]
And Engie had done so once before, so now shouldn't be a surprise. And he shouldn't feel betrayed by it like he does. He'd come to terms with everyone abandoning him awhile ago, hadn't he? It was stupid to care about it now, and especially here.
So why did he? He couldn't shake it. And he hated it. And all it did was remind him of how alone he felt he was, regardless of the fact that he had personally made the decision to be so. It didn't matter. He needed to do something, anything, to get his mind off how he felt right now. Some kind of release.]
[Welp, folks, Pokey has worked himself into a bitchy little tizzy over Blu Engie getting perma-droned again. Feel free to find him reacting to the news in one of two ways.]
A. Anger
[Hey. Hey see that car right outside? Maybe it's even your car, and you were planning to go for a drive or to work.
Well now you aren't, because that son of a bitch has been smashed into oblivion by a long, large metallic leg. Yeah, it's kind of hard not to notice the large spider mecha, furious little boy standing on top of it as he proceeds to have the mecha smash every car it can find, occasionally picking one of the already ruined cars up and throwing it further. Hey, it's helping his anger. And dealing extensive property damage, but that's another matter entirely.]
B. Grief
[Well, now that Pokey's managed to get his anger out of his system (for the most part), he'll be moping around now.
Feel free to find Pokey apparently aimlessly wandering around town today, head bowed, shoulders slumped. He has honestly never looked as defeated or dejected in Mayfield as he does right now. You even think you might hear a small, shuddering sniffle if you get to close of him.
Of course, thing is, he hasn't really worked his anger out entirely, either. So Pokey'll be kicking down anything he can in his rage that isn't bolted down. Cans, animals, trashcans, these'll all be getting kicked. He might be kicking your mailbox too but, uh, he isn't quite strong enough to kick down that, so enjoy the fat kid kicking at your mailbox only to be grabbing his foot afterwards in pain.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 01:47 am (UTC)Quinn manages a smile.]
Hell yeah, man. Ya get that sent from home?
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Date: 2011-02-02 01:53 am (UTC)[He is just smug as smug can be. Especially since, at the moment, outside of Mayfield Josephine technically is his home. But good. Someone realizes how goddamn awesome he is. That's very good.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:11 am (UTC)[He looks to his car again.] You, uh, think the town'll fix that tomorrow?
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Date: 2011-02-02 02:16 am (UTC)[Pokey just shrugs.]
Yeah, probably. I don't care.
if he makes it that far, is it OK if he talks to the mech? :D
Date: 2011-02-02 02:23 am (UTC)[He figured this would be the case.
Quinn takes a few tentative steps towards the machine, scoping it out.]
Everyone ridin' around one of these where you're from?
Sure. Just tell me when you want me to have Josephine talk, or whatever.
Date: 2011-02-02 02:24 am (UTC)[And Pokey'll allow it. After all, you get just how cool Josephine is. You're okay in his book for the moment.]
Nope. It's a one of a kind.
o/
Date: 2011-02-02 03:07 am (UTC)[A few steps closer now.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 03:09 am (UTC)I worked for a crazed alien overlord who wanted to destroy the Earth.]...It was a gift. From an old boss.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:10 am (UTC)[He's within arms reach now. He definitely looks like he's deciding on something. Mostly because he's torn between speaking with alien technology, or being skewered by this thing. He's also debating whether or not he should just ask.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:13 am (UTC)[He just smiles widely.]
Yeah, she's nice isn't she? You wanna touch her? Cause you can, if you want. Just not too long.
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:18 am (UTC)Alright, ya got me. [He hesitates one more second before laying a hand on it. Outwardly, Pokey won't hear Quinn say anything, but now he can talk with Josephine. He'll greet her with a friendly "Hello, can you hear me?" What does she have to say for herself?]
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Date: 2011-02-02 04:28 am (UTC)[First touching Josephine for a moment is going to be...intense. It's never exactly had the chance to communicate back with something before, and despite having an AI program (although basic one) in it, it needs to sort through a bunch of its own weird blocking due to being of alien origin. The giant eye in front of it, too, moves to look at Quinn.
"Hello."
It's quiet, and it's slow, but it does come eventually.]
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Date: 2011-02-02 05:11 pm (UTC)Quinn's first move is to always sweet-talk machines. No commands - he wouldn't dare try that on something foreign like this so soon.]
You must be Josephine. I'm Quinn. It's a pleasure to meet ya! Can I ask where ya come from?
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Date: 2011-02-02 06:22 pm (UTC)I came from a technician ship run by the old masters, before I was given to the young master.
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Date: 2011-02-02 08:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 08:53 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 09:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 09:49 pm (UTC)But tell him I appreciate the care he shows me. Most of the time.
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Date: 2011-02-02 10:55 pm (UTC)[Quinn now looks up at Pokey.]
Here I am introducin' myself to your machine, when I haven't done it with you. I'm Quinn. An' Jo here is a fascinatin' lady. She says she appreciates what ya do fer her. Good that ya take care of her like that.
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Date: 2011-02-02 11:12 pm (UTC)On the other hand? Who knows. This place had brought some weird-ass people here, so maybe the guy could talk to her somehow. After all, she did have an AI program, so it wouldn't be the weirdest thing that had ever happened.]
...Right. Pokey. Pokey Minch.
So...do you talk to machines all the time, or what?
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Date: 2011-02-02 11:36 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-02-02 11:59 pm (UTC)So your a technology magician, basically.
Yeah. I wouldn't think that like, a toaster or anything would have anything interesting to say.
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Date: 2011-02-03 12:14 am (UTC)Ya ain't kiddin'. They're pretty pleasant though, household appliances. They got an easy life. And like most machines, just want to see their owners happy. [He gives Josephine a loving pat on the leg.]
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Date: 2011-02-03 09:17 pm (UTC)no subject
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