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maskormenacelogs2014-09-29 10:39 pm
worstprime) wrote in maskormenacelogs2014-09-29 10:39 pm
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[OPEN]
WHO: Rodimus and People who Aren't Rodimus [open]
WHERE: Residence #003 and various locals around Heropa
WHEN: Now and other times
WHAT: Rodimus is upset by human culture, Rodimus discovers super-powers
WARNINGS: n/a
a) Residence #003
His first stint in Heropa, Rodimus never got a chance to investigate the living arrangement assigned to him - it wasn't urgent. Now that he's back, and trapped in a human body with human needs, he finds himself there for the first time.
It's strange. It's strange and foreign and he doesn't know what anything in it is, or does, except for the most obvious things. Luckily he's gotten himself some research material and some food, and is now sitting cross-legged on the floor of the sparsely furnished room designated to him, shot-gunning various fruit juices, the floor strewn with various magazines as he flips rapidly through them. There's everything from Martha Stewart Living to Sixteen, and everything in between.
The magazines are answering some questions, but raising a lot more, and he's looking frustrated as he flips through them furiously.
b) Local coffee shop in Heropa
Still subsisting on a purely liquid diet, Rodimus is branching out and sampling 'coffee' at a cafe not far from his residence. Coffee keeps popping up throughout the magazines he's been reading, and seems to be a popular source of energy amoungst humans so it only makes sense the he give it a shot [HA. Get it? A shot....like espresso. Eh.] It takes significant help ordering from the employees at the cafe, but he eventually manages to procure himself a cup of coffee, and after sipping it, discovering its foul taste, getting into an argument at the bar again, he's taking the advice of the baristas and passively reading a newspaper outside while pouring sugar packet after sugar packet into the black brew.
The newspaper is patently uninteresting and Rodimus almost doesn't notice that the coffee in his hand feels like it's getting hotter instead of cooler until it's almost painful in his hand. Before he can so much as put it down, the cheap cafe mug has shattered, hot coffee splashing all over the table, as Rodimus jumps up, looking shocked. He looks around, utterly perplexed and unsure if this is a normal occurrence of coffee.
WHERE: Residence #003 and various locals around Heropa
WHEN: Now and other times
WHAT: Rodimus is upset by human culture, Rodimus discovers super-powers
WARNINGS: n/a
a) Residence #003
His first stint in Heropa, Rodimus never got a chance to investigate the living arrangement assigned to him - it wasn't urgent. Now that he's back, and trapped in a human body with human needs, he finds himself there for the first time.
It's strange. It's strange and foreign and he doesn't know what anything in it is, or does, except for the most obvious things. Luckily he's gotten himself some research material and some food, and is now sitting cross-legged on the floor of the sparsely furnished room designated to him, shot-gunning various fruit juices, the floor strewn with various magazines as he flips rapidly through them. There's everything from Martha Stewart Living to Sixteen, and everything in between.
The magazines are answering some questions, but raising a lot more, and he's looking frustrated as he flips through them furiously.
b) Local coffee shop in Heropa
Still subsisting on a purely liquid diet, Rodimus is branching out and sampling 'coffee' at a cafe not far from his residence. Coffee keeps popping up throughout the magazines he's been reading, and seems to be a popular source of energy amoungst humans so it only makes sense the he give it a shot [HA. Get it? A shot....like espresso. Eh.] It takes significant help ordering from the employees at the cafe, but he eventually manages to procure himself a cup of coffee, and after sipping it, discovering its foul taste, getting into an argument at the bar again, he's taking the advice of the baristas and passively reading a newspaper outside while pouring sugar packet after sugar packet into the black brew.
The newspaper is patently uninteresting and Rodimus almost doesn't notice that the coffee in his hand feels like it's getting hotter instead of cooler until it's almost painful in his hand. Before he can so much as put it down, the cheap cafe mug has shattered, hot coffee splashing all over the table, as Rodimus jumps up, looking shocked. He looks around, utterly perplexed and unsure if this is a normal occurrence of coffee.
a)
She's just going back to her room after making a mug of tea in the kitchen when she notices that one of the bedroom doors isn't fully closed and inside she can hear paper rustling.
Against her better judgement, she stops outside the door and looks inside.]
... Can't find the right letters for a ransom note?
[Because that is a lot of magazines.]
no subject
I...well...uhm...
[He shrugs; it's been second nature to make things up to seem less out of place or explain his odd behaviour, but it's finally starting to sink in that at least amoungst the imPorts, everyone here is out of place. At least a little bit. Looking around at all the magazines strewn around the room he sighs.]
I'm just trying to learn about this place. These just seemed...a little easier...
no subject
[Artemis takes a sip of her tea and resists the urge to flinch--still too hot, blergh. Trying to maintain some level of cool, she leans against the door frame.]
So... I'm guessing you're new.
no subject
[Rodimus stops, glances over at her with sudden intensity.]
You're the second person to mention cupcakes in the past day...what the hell is a cupcake?
[There come up so often, they must be important.]
no subject
[... Oooookay, so new roommate is kind of intense.]
Cupcakes are like... tiny cakes. You make them in cups. I don't know, people like them and people like Martha Stewart make a lot of them. [She shrugs.] They're not that big a deal.
no subject
[Geez, freaking out and getting defensive about every little comment is really not the way to blend in. Rodimus is slowly starting to learn that.]
So...uh...where're you from, then? If that's not...is that a rude question? Sorry. I'm still feeling my way around this whole...imPort business....
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But hey, she's been trying out this new honesty thing. Besides, it's not like it matters here. People here aren't going to say "Oh, you're from Gotham? Let me guess, your parents are super villains, right?"
... Not that that was all that likely at home either. She's a little paranoid when it comes to that stuff.]
Gotham City. It doesn't exist here, though, so... [Another shrug.] The world isn't that different. Not as many flying cars and people don't totally freak out about Russians anymore.
[See? That wasn't so hard. Seems like there's something missing, though... oh, yeah.]
I'm Artemis.
b. unless you want val breaking into your house
Val wraps her hands around the straps of her backpack and looks him up and down, checking for damage to anything besides his dignity. She's the size of one of his small charges (who thought that was a good idea, seriously) but is entirely unescorted and, fortunately, speaks much more clearly than they do.
Re: b. unless you want val breaking into your house
"I'm....fine," He looks over at Val, finally noticing her properly. "That's...I mean, that's not something that normally happens with coffee is it?"
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Drift [closed]
He's expecting Drift to come by at some point so he's sitting and trying to occupy himself with organizing his growing collection of magazines rather than leaving them strewn all over the floor. He really feels like he's learning a lot from these magazines, to be honest. They seem a more accurate window into human culture than the books he'd flipped through during his brief stint at the library. He'd have to see if Drift has discovered them yet when he arrives...they're absolutely an invaluable resource.
Mostly he's just looking forward to talking with someone from his own universe that he actually knew. Really knew, that is. Most of the Cybertronians he's met so far are...well, not necessarily 'bots he got along with that well.
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"It's Drift!" Usually he'd have just let himself in, but now it feels awkward in a way. Like he's not allowed. Though Rodimus and he both knew he hadn't done wrong, that his banishment wasn't official. At least between the two of them. It's still just strange. Like he should be upset or quiet maybe.
All he can feel is excitement though at seeing his best friend again. It felt like so much longer out there alone. He'd grown used to company.
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"Drift!" He pulls him through the door, not even waiting for a response.
"Drift it's - " He breaks off, unable to decide what to say or do, caught up in a maelstrom of conflicting emotions. He's positively vibrating with excitement; he'd hug the other bot if he wasn't so worried Drift might not actually be feeling so positively towards him. Instead he just beams. "I'm just. I'm so glad to see you!"
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"I'm glad to see you too, Rod." The captain gets a bit of a squeeze.
"I uh. I missed you."
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Rodimus sighs. "Er, I know it's sort of odd, but...we should probably...establish when we came from..." Ever since first talking with Bumblebee, Rodimus has been nervous about asking other Cybertronians about their whenabouts. You never know when you might find out something unpleasant from the near future.
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"I'm just going to get straight to the point." Which is actually unusual for Drift, he's often the one all for faffing about.
"The last thing I remember is being banished, leaving the Lost Light and traveling off on my own."