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maskormenacelogs2014-09-14 02:01 pm
forcowardice) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-09-14 02:01 pm
POP goes the transformer [OPEN]
WHO: Fulcrum & YOU, GOOD CITIZEN.
WHERE: One of the many coffee shops in Heropa that are in no way shape or form Starbucks nope not at all.
WHEN: 9/14 onward!
WHAT: Fulcrum attempts to manage a superpower with varying degrees of failure. All failure. Everything is a failure. Things are exploding.
WARNINGS: N/A
Adjusting to the life of an organic, even if it's temporary, has been difficult.
Even just being displaced from his friends and crew has been enough to make him a little anxious. Fulcrum feels infinitely braver with the presence of Krok and the others. On his own, he's just a little coward trying to get by, but they inspire him to be better and to have courage, to stand up for them. He doesn't have that, not at all, and he's here alone.
The nice thing at least is how quick strangers have been to come in and assist him in his adjustments. Annie, Kotetsu, Tailgate, Metalhawk, Isaac, and many others have given him advice, help, and food to make sure he's on his feet. And sure, Breakdown meant well when he accidentally knocked Fulcrum out! That kind of kindness is not something he ever anticipate on getting, not quite like that. It was a little overwhelming, but important to him.
Maybe organics aren't quite the unevolved sentient meatbags he originally thought them to be, as it turns out.
For now, Fulcrum is still adjusting. It's probably for the best that abruptly his roommates went missing and now he had an entire apartment to himself; it honestly makes him feel less guilty with how he sleeps. On the other hand, it's been intensely lonely living on his own. Habitually, it seems lonely people pick up pets to keep them company, but Fulcrum isn't too sure, honestly, how he'd do with a pet.
Grimlock doesn't really count.
The different flavors that these human bodies can achieve has been fascinating. Fulcrum is still studying for a proper diet -- one cannot, apparently, survive purely on apple juice as he was initially led to believe -- and for now is contemplating his book as he takes careful sips from his coffee cup. Coffee by itself was a bit too bitter for his liking but he's had worse rations during his time in Styx as far as taste is concerned. Mochas are sweeter and remind him vaguely of a hot liquid version of the ice cream he had with Tailgate not long ago, so he's sticking to that for now.
A diet should be balanced. There are many things that need to be looked into for nutrients and those nutrients need to be acquired through a set of foods. Those foods can be found through meats, vegetables, fruit, and grains. However, allergies might occur. Oh, and to even describe where meat comes from! Fulcrum never really enjoyed the desperation that some Decepticons had in making organics into fuel; eating meat is right out.
This is entirely stressful! Fulcrum's going to have to plan carefully to make sure he gets everything he needs. But how does he know when he's allergic to something? How do humans live like this? Should he experiment and find out the hard way?
Just as Fulcrum picks up his neglected bagel, it occurs again. His anxieties are met and the bagel explodes in a splatter of crumbs and cream cheese.
Fulcrum squints and wipes off some cream cheese from his cheek. "Well, that's just great," he grumbles, trying to calm himself down.
WHERE: One of the many coffee shops in Heropa that are in no way shape or form Starbucks nope not at all.
WHEN: 9/14 onward!
WHAT: Fulcrum attempts to manage a superpower with varying degrees of failure. All failure. Everything is a failure. Things are exploding.
WARNINGS: N/A
Adjusting to the life of an organic, even if it's temporary, has been difficult.
Even just being displaced from his friends and crew has been enough to make him a little anxious. Fulcrum feels infinitely braver with the presence of Krok and the others. On his own, he's just a little coward trying to get by, but they inspire him to be better and to have courage, to stand up for them. He doesn't have that, not at all, and he's here alone.
The nice thing at least is how quick strangers have been to come in and assist him in his adjustments. Annie, Kotetsu, Tailgate, Metalhawk, Isaac, and many others have given him advice, help, and food to make sure he's on his feet. And sure, Breakdown meant well when he accidentally knocked Fulcrum out! That kind of kindness is not something he ever anticipate on getting, not quite like that. It was a little overwhelming, but important to him.
Maybe organics aren't quite the unevolved sentient meatbags he originally thought them to be, as it turns out.
For now, Fulcrum is still adjusting. It's probably for the best that abruptly his roommates went missing and now he had an entire apartment to himself; it honestly makes him feel less guilty with how he sleeps. On the other hand, it's been intensely lonely living on his own. Habitually, it seems lonely people pick up pets to keep them company, but Fulcrum isn't too sure, honestly, how he'd do with a pet.
Grimlock doesn't really count.
The different flavors that these human bodies can achieve has been fascinating. Fulcrum is still studying for a proper diet -- one cannot, apparently, survive purely on apple juice as he was initially led to believe -- and for now is contemplating his book as he takes careful sips from his coffee cup. Coffee by itself was a bit too bitter for his liking but he's had worse rations during his time in Styx as far as taste is concerned. Mochas are sweeter and remind him vaguely of a hot liquid version of the ice cream he had with Tailgate not long ago, so he's sticking to that for now.
A diet should be balanced. There are many things that need to be looked into for nutrients and those nutrients need to be acquired through a set of foods. Those foods can be found through meats, vegetables, fruit, and grains. However, allergies might occur. Oh, and to even describe where meat comes from! Fulcrum never really enjoyed the desperation that some Decepticons had in making organics into fuel; eating meat is right out.
This is entirely stressful! Fulcrum's going to have to plan carefully to make sure he gets everything he needs. But how does he know when he's allergic to something? How do humans live like this? Should he experiment and find out the hard way?
Just as Fulcrum picks up his neglected bagel, it occurs again. His anxieties are met and the bagel explodes in a splatter of crumbs and cream cheese.
Fulcrum squints and wipes off some cream cheese from his cheek. "Well, that's just great," he grumbles, trying to calm himself down.
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Dr. Dinosaur had ordered himself a coffee, spouting things along to the lines of BEHOLD AN ORDINARY CIVILIAN and YES I AM A NORMAL HUMAN, when the bagel exploding happened. He was a genius, clearly no one could see through his disguise.
Bagel exploding was certainly a cause to stop screaming and pay attention though. Pay attention and point.
"EXPLODING MAMMAL!"
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Now there's this.
Fulcrum could be annoyed, but instead he just has to ask, "What's with the clothes? Do dinosaurs wear that stuff usually?"
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"This is the look of an ordinary businessman!" he caws, pausing a moment to get his coffee.
His suit was genius, and had worked countless times before! This mammal was just dumb, and didn't know anything about business. That was obvious enough though, what with him exploding food. You didn't explode food unless you were trying to kill someone in a super unexpected surprise attack!
"Why are you exploding, mammal? Did you offend the food workers?"
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He convinces himself to refrain from any desires to pat him on the nose. It's probably condescending or whatever. Even if it is an organic.
"No, no! I'm just not in control of my powers yet."
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If he was just a dumb mammal then the food workers would finish him off. They were vicious creatures, those food workers.
"Or powers to blow up food?"
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"I can blow up items with my hands, but I have to touch them. But I can't figure out how they're controlled, exactly."
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Oh the comeback. The burn. Yes, he is a true evil genius.
"You can blow things up," H'ssssk sets his coffee down on the table and inches closer. And closer. And closer to the point where his nose is almost touching poor Fulcrum's face.
"Anything?" This was a very important question to ask.
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Right. How does he even begin to explain to the Dinosaur Guy that he's actually not even organic? No point. Dinosaur Guy is just kind of dumb anyway. Cute, but dumb.
He looks alarmed when the snout gets really close to his face.
"I-- yes? I think so. I haven't actively tried."
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This could be useful. The mammal could be useful. BEGIN THE PLAN!
Part one of the plan: Befriend stupid mammal.
Part two of the plan: Drink coffee.
Part three of the plan: Use mammal to get things.
Part four of the plan: TAKE OVER THE WORLD.
"...If you wanted."
Innocent smile go!
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That smile is so not convincing in its innocence, Dinosaur Guy. Fulcrum folds his arms, peering at him.
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Time to bump up part two of the plan and drink his coffee now. Befriending can come after, or in-between.
"So you're not going to experiment with it?"