the atoms in your body are as old as every dinosaur

[snarkbot]

WHO: Skeets & OPEN !!
WHERE: all over
WHEN: April?
WHAT: just a couple open log prompts tbh
WARNINGS: nah



Robot (anywhere)
[ Skeets is used to crises -- he's from the DC Universe, there's always a new crisis around the corner. Something odd is going on? Just that time of the month. He's been feeling particularly useless recently, however. It seems he hasn't helped with anything at all -- but what's he supposed to do? Save time when he doesn't know how this timeline is supposed to go?

What he is doing, however, is checking to see if people are who they say they are. So, with no particular tact, when someone stands out in any way he's hovering up to them and scanning their DNA. ] Scan complete. Hm. Interesting.

[ Maybe it's "interesting, you're completely normal", maybe it's "interesting, your dna isn't human? ]

Human, sort of. (anywhere)

[ It's been a while since he really tested this particular power, but while investigating, he spots a food truck selling deep fried candy bars, which he's never had. One second you may see a robot fly up to the truck, the next second there's a burst of gold smoke with -- are those stars? And there's a man in a ochre suit standing where the robot was. ]

One -- oh, excuse me, I hope I had money on me the last time I was human...

[ He begins to search his pockets. ]

Comments

thread for BASE ONE peeps, feel free

[snarkbot]

[ This isn't the first time Skeets has visited Base One, because Kaytoo lives there, but it has been a while -- he's been busy.

It was an odd piece of architecture - it literally felt out of time, like something Skeets would have seen in his own time and not this era. This time instead of going straight to Kay's place to check if he's there, he lingers around the building, casually scanning the schematics. You can find him there, hovering around oddly outside. ]

Fascinating.

[ Then he goes inside in an attempt to find his boyfriend. ] Kaytoo?

[flightforfreedom]

[As soon as Skeets opens the doors, he's met by a small rolling white-and-orange droid, who happens to be wielding an arc welder, crackling with blue energy as it comes to face the trespasser. At seeing said supposed sneak, however, BB-8 lets out a surprised beep that sounds like an 'Oh!' and the arc welder disappears back inside its chasis as it rolls forward.

He gives a series of beeps and whistles, before remembering that Skeets wouldn't know binary, and instead opens up a private text comm channel over the network.]

Hello, Skeets. I am BB-8. I am sorry I did not recognize your presence on the security feed, or I would have said hello earlier. Do you need assistance?

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets cautiously floats back, after having zoomed out of reach at that arc welder, just in case. But he recognizes the droid from Poe introducing them on the Network. Now he floats back. He gets the message, but responds by speaking. ]

Hello, BB-8. I don't need any assistance, thank you. I came to visit Kaytoo, but I hope I'm not interrupting your work.

[tradecrafted]

[ kay isn't there at the moment, but there's still a semi-familiar figure present anyway. cassian was curled into the smallest shape he could make himself on kay's bed, only lightly asleep-- the way he usually sleeps, honestly, when he finally has no choice but to rest. the moment the door opens, though, with no familiar tread or tap, he's practically flinging himself out of the bed, reaching for a blaster that isn't there-- and is brought up short by the sight of a hovering golden droid.

.. oh.

he unfreezes, easing himself slowly back down onto the edge of the bed, still a little wild-eyed despite himself. he was expecting something like this to happen eventually, but not quite under these circumstances. ]

Apologies, [ he manages after a moment, accent heavier than usual as he tries to sort his head into some sort of order. ] I keep.. forgetting. [ that this place is supposedly safe. ] You're Skeets, yes?

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets reversed mid-air a bit at that startled reaction, but he hovers back down to a reasonable speaking height. ]

I'm sorry for intruding, Mr. Andor.

[ It's weird to be asked who he is, though. It hasn't quite clicked yet, though. ]

You are correct, I'm Skeets. ...Are you feeling alright, sir?

Human in Heropa?

[randallboggs]

[Randall didn't see the robot at first but he notices the sudden smoke from the corner of his eye and overhears the remark. It draws his interest and so he moves closer and speaks up cautiously.]

You're not usually human?

[He doesn't realise they'd briefly communicated before through text.]

[snarkbot]

[ The usually-robot-now-man looks up, wide eyed and with a sort of nerd meets drama kid grown up look. He nods a little, in a matter-of-fact sort of way. He's used to curiosity, and it's not something he's hiding. ]

Correct. Normally I'm a robot, and much... smaller.

[randallboggs]

Robot, huh...

[He seems to be thinking that over for a moment before he goes on.]

You prefer this?

[He waves toward Skeets to indicate the way he looks now.]

roboscan

[fauxmarth]

Eh-?

[Lucina blinks, staring with confusion as said scan is quickly undergone. she has a cute paper bag with a cuter cupcake inside -- that was much more on her mind than...this.

"scan complete"]

"Scan complete"-? I beg your pardon?

[snarkbot]

[ This is the point where he'd normally go "sorry, bye" and go on to scan the next person, but something gives hm pause. ]

No need to worry, ma'am. I'm merely running an experiment. Your scan is normal, though I have detected faint traces of chronal energy. Unusual.

[ Which isn't concerning, but odd. ]

[fauxmarth]

[head tilt. blink.]

"Chronal" energy? Forgive me, but... What does that mean?

robo

[spacerhyme]

[ He's not a doppelgänger, but also not remotely human and so absolutely saturated in time vortex radiation (or whatever the hell you want to call it) that it's unseemly.

And he's found strolling along a De Chima street, half a second away from taking a bite out of an ice cream drumstick— but immediately whirls round to face the robot, affronted, ] Scan? What scan?

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets doesn't even respond right away, he... wasn't expecting results like these at all. In fact, he's tempted to do another scan just to make sure there isn't something wrong with his systems. ]

Nothing to worry about, sir, I'm running an experiment. Do you mind telling me your name?

[spacerhyme]

[ He takes a bite outta his ice cream. Skeptically. ]

Dunno, I might do. That depends on the experiment.

Humanish time

[symphonyinme]

[There is a sudden clatter of coins being thrown at Skeet's feet. She'd have aimed for a hat or something, but there didn't seem to be one nearby. So Linda made due. This was, of course, followed by clapping. He had just magically appeared and all.]

Ooo, magic! I love magic shows.

[snarkbot]

...Excuse me?

[ He sort of looks down at the coins at his feet, as a quarter still spins half-heartedly and looks back up at Linda. ]

Yes, that was magic you witnessed, but I'm sorry, did you drop these?

[ He's confused. ]

[symphonyinme]

Do another! You gotta bird in your glasses or something?

[Her hands are currently clasped together in excited anticipation. Wait too long, though, and she'll start reaching over to check him for hidden birds, snakes, flowers, and scarves all on her own.]

human, de chima

[curiosityvoyage]

[A robot flying up to the food truck Dustin's at? Pretty cool already, and Dustin's about to ask him what he's up to when, poof: there's a human standing where the robot was, patting down his pockets, and Dustin?

Dustin is just staring up at him with his jaw slack, awed. He blinks after a moment, getting a grip on himself, but pulls out a few extra bills, crumpled up from having been in his pocket for a while.]

I can cover it for you, I've got the money.

[snarkbot]

[ Skeets recognizes him from the network. He stares a moment, a little unnervingly - as much as he's more natural as a human than when he started, he still sometimes has to remember he has a face now. ]

That's very kind of you, sir. I can reimburse you as soon as possible.

robot, ANYWHERE REALLY

[andtherevolution]

[Hmn? What's that? Utena tilts her head and stares at the flying robot, but before she can figure out why it's here- boop. Scan complete]

Hey! What do you think you're doing?!

[AND WHY IS SHE BEING SCANNED]

[snarkbot]

Scanning you, ma'am.

[ He just said so! Gosh! After a moment, though, he remembers his tact. ]

I apologize for any inconvenience.

robutt, m falls

[aviate]

[Just as Skeets finishes up his latest scan and moves to fly off a green ball envelops him.]

And what do you think you're doing?

[Hal picks the ball out from the air and gives it a rough shake.]

[snarkbot]

[ Aw, crap. Skeets has a multitude of things in his arsenal, but anti-Green Lantern things not so much. That is, since they fixed that whole "weakness to yellow" thing. ...He casually tries to push against the side of the ball just in case. ]

Running some tests, sir. Is the containment bubble really necessary?

robot, heropa?

[caduceusvalkyrie]

[Angela had been going about her business when she stops at the sight of Skeets coming towards her. Not in the 'we're going to pass each other' but the 'I'm going to be in your way' kind of deal. She blinks as she's being scanned and arches a brow.]

Interesting how? And why did you scan me?

oh no i almost missed this sorry !!!

[snarkbot]

I'm conducting an experiment. Ma'am -- you seem...

[ Pause. Calculating. Calculating. Calculating. ]

Completely normal.