AGE PLOT SHENANIGANS

[microbrobotics]

WHO: Everyone and anyone!
WHERE: De Chima, various
WHEN: Around 6 PM EST, March 25th
WHAT: Age plot kickoff!
WARNINGS: Cuteness.

[ LET'S GET THIS PARTY OFFICIALLY STARTED! Opening events so we don't do too much comm flooding (although people are welcome to make their own posts for the event). You're welcome to toplevel with your character if you'd like to have them show up somewhere else for this plot.

Current toplevels:
Spring Festival in a De Chima city park
De Chima #1
De Chima #1, later (Minato)

The age plot will run from March 25th through Sunday, March 29th. More deets available at the plotting post. ]

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[schrader]

[ No one knows trying to act tough better than Hank, and that he can deal with. He can't deal if Pinkman starts freaking out, or even worse, crying. Definitely not, and that's not just the fear of camera phones. That's him not being a completely shitty person that likes watching kids cry. ]

Yeah yeah, and I get that, but you aren't gonna find it here. Look—

[ He'll jerk his head to the side, in the actual direction of the street if that's really where he wants to go, just so he can get a peek at a hover car or two. While these shocks aren't pretty, it's better than Hank standing over him trying to talk him out of it. He'll probably seem intimidating at the least, crazy at best, no matter how he phrases things. ]

I know where you're trying to go, kid, and you can't go there right now. [ This couldn't be more awkward, as he claps his hands together while clearing his throat, stopping short of an apology. ] I mean it's not— It's just not really an option right this second, okay, but you're safe. I mean I can take you somewhere safe, and you'll figure this out. Hell, you did it once, and you did it like a damn pro, okay? You're gonna be fine.

[punkman]

[Jesse turns to get a look at the road. From a distance, he hadn't been able to tell the difference, but those - those are definitely not normal cars. They're flying. They're flying like it's Back to the fucking Future.

His shoulders sag as it all starts to sink in. Seeing is believing, right? He can't deny what's in front of his own eyes, beyond admitting that maybe he does need a hospital. Drugs would be the only reasonable explanation.

Powers, huh? Healing, the guy had said? Jesse turns back to him.]

...You got one of these, too?

[He holds up his wrist. The tattoo.]

You said you were an imPort, right? Then that means you got a superpower? I wanna see it.

[schrader]

[ He'd already decided he wasn't going to humor someone like Pinkman with his powers, but suddenly he's got this teenager who (presumably) has no idea what a total shitbag he is yet, and who actually might miss his family and who Hank is now responsible for.

And, really, Hank owes him. He owes him a lot, and there's never been any opportunity to pay him back, which is something Pinkman understood. Feeling like he's been under Jesse, always a step behind, has been an indignity to top everything else, and he could never vocally complain to anyone. If anything he's had to make a truce. This could be a chance to actually get ahead, and the best part is all he has to do is...not be a complete dick.

This has nothing to do with the fact that he'd just feel bad if a kid turned up dead, or worse, from his neglect. ]

Fine, fine.

[ Most of what he's learned so far has just been practical application to objects and surfaces. He hasn't been able to take it to many different levels, but frankly he hasn't really needed to yet, and a lot of his thoughts have been otherwise preoccupied. He's wary using any feats of strength around the kid. Doesn't need one more of Pinkman's white knights to pop out of nowhere right now of all times, and he doesn't need to be fucking with city property, either, so that limits things.

While keeping the kid in his peripheral, he'll wander away from the street to kick around a fence and tree for something useful. He's not looking for diamonds here, just a broken piece of concrete will do. He manages to find a dark brown rock (hematite but who cares in Virginia) that's no bigger than his thumb. He suspects a lot of these were deliberately put here just for the park.

Tossing it from one hand to the other, he'll head back over, seriously not believing he's bothering with this. ]

Favorite animal? Hobby? [ ...that isn't drugs. ] Superhero?

[punkman]

[Jesse watches Hank all the while, wondering what the hell he's doing over there, digging around in the dirt. Maybe the guy's just going to do some magic tricks or something. If that's the case, he's an idiot if he thinks Jesse would fall for it. He's not five.

But Jesse gives him the benefit of the doubt for now, only because the payoff will be amazing if superpowers are real. Somehow. Flying cars are a thing here, so why not?

When Hank returns, Jesse curiously eyes the rock he's juggling. Is this a game? If he answers all the questions, does something cool happen?]

Dogs. Skating. Spider-man.

[schrader]

[ Predictable enough answers, though he actually wouldn't have guessed 'dogs'. Not sure what he would have guessed, but something ridiculous. He's grateful, because he's not exactly an artist and he doesn't have a lot to work with already.

All he needs to really do is visualize, the science basic enough to him in this particular bracket of interest. He'll go back through the list, closing his palm over it once and then spreading his fingers to showcase a tiny little figure crouched down just like Spider-Man would, though the details are so small one would need to look closely to see it's not just a man. Hank doesn't give him that much opportunity, as he tosses it to his other hand and when it's showcased in that palm, it's the shape of a skateboard, with tiny little wheels and everything. Once more he hides it in his hand, and then it's tossed to Jesse.

If caught, Jesse will be holding a tiny labrador, the size only slightly bigger now due to the hollow inside. ]

Give him a name and he might even do tricks.

[ Not joking, he can make the dog run around his palm if he wants. Ain't that cute. ]

[punkman]

[Jesse's so mesmerized, he almost doesn't catch the thing when it's tossed at him. He only barely manages to keep from dropping it. Definitely just a magic trick, right? He holds the tiny dog up to examine it closely in his palm.]

Chopper.

[schrader]

Chopper?

[ Well he hadn't even expected him to name it, he'd been half-kidding. To reward that much cooperation, Hank will wriggle his fingers playfully and the tiny dog will run across Jesse's palm, then sit up with the tiniest tail wag you ever did see before going still. Hank shrugs. ]

Guess he likes it.

[punkman]

[NO. FUCKING. WAY.

Once the dog goes still, Jesse pinches it between his fingers and examines it from every angle, trying to figure out the trick here. But it's solid rock. The limbs don't even bend. And there's no space for a battery or something. No strings.]

How...

[schrader]

[ Don't look so proud, Schrader. What a dumbass expression Pinkman has right now, he wishes he could take a picture. ]

Well they call it mineral manipulation on paper. That's just one of the things it can do.

[punkman]

What else?

[PLEASE SHOW HIM EVERYTHING, NEW HERO.]

[schrader]

[ What just happened? Clearing his throat, he steps back and runs a hand over his head, bravado immediately exchanged for anxiety. ]

Come on, that's not enough? I made it sit and everything...

[ No, Jesse is acting too much like a normal kid. Every time he realizes that, it feels too surreal to even address. He really needs to be figuring out what's going on here, not just distracting Jesse. ]

Tell you what, if you make it safely back to Heropa, I'll uh...show you more. That's your home base, so maybe being there will seem more familiar. But I just— I need to go look around here and see what the hell's going on first. Can you promise you won't leave the park until I come and get you?

[ Stranger danger, says the stranger. ]

[punkman]

Um, okay.

[Honestly, what's the alternative? Hop into a flying taxi and take it to... where? The cop doesn't seem like he's itching to arrest him, so there's no reason to run for it.]

I'll be here.

[schrader]

[ He's a little more worried about someone less-than-savory approaching a Jesse Pinkman that is no longer equipped to deal with those types...not at the level he has been. ]

Yeah, just don't go too far. ...Stay out of trouble.

[ He can easily contact him with the communicator if he needs to, so there's a whole park with crazy rides he can enjoy while Hank goes to see who else is affected. Now's the time to text Walt while he scours the park, since his brother-in-law can let him know if anything's going on where he is or not.

It will be a very weird walk, now that he's not completely distracted by Pinkman. Everybody's crazy, it really is the Twilight Zone. ]