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Post by Spinister on Sept 17, 2011 10:28:54 GMT -5
Singe is totally trailing Patra. Hairsplitter tries to fob the question off on Singe, insisting, "Meat expert," before he decides to go investigate this 'bread' concept, as Sunbeam has also apparently decided.
Singe glowers for a moment before leaning over the cart handle casually and replying to Zigzag, "Yes. The meat should be fine."
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Post by Swindle on Sept 22, 2011 20:17:32 GMT -5
Simmons surreptitiously follows behind Patra, pretending to shop by loading random items into his cart without really paying attention to what he's doing. If he goes through the checkout, he's going to end up with a very eclectic purchase.
The strange woman is purchasing two of every meat? Suspicious! "What's the matter, don't understand the local food?" he says to himself under his breath, observing the people he is now sure are robots in disguise.
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Post by Clio on Sept 24, 2011 12:18:21 GMT -5
The butcher doesn't look too surprised by Patra's large order and dutifully gets to work weighing meat and wrapping it up in brown paper. "Planning a big party?" he asks conversationally.
"Something like that," Patra says, smiling pleasantly. More like a party of one as she cooks up all this meat and eats it in one sitting. Honestly, she's just happy that Clio is a fuel-efficient little carbot. She doesn't want to think of how hungry she'd be if she was partnered to a fuel-guzzling jet or something!
...Does she get the feeling she's being watched? Patra looks over at Singe, then shrugs to herself, loading her first packages of meat into her cart. Probably nothing.
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Post by Needlenose on Sept 28, 2011 21:37:04 GMT -5
Sunbeam, on his way to the bread aisle, passes by the strangely muttering Simmons. He gives the human a pretty confused look, but doesn't say anything. Certainly, he doesn't notice how eclectic the contents of the other's basket it, since his own is equally miss-mashed. He looks over the aisle, then looks back at Hairsplitter. "So, uhm, what's the good kind?" he asks. The variety is a bit overwhelming, though perhaps it would be less so if he could make heads or tales of it.
Meanwhile, Zigzag looks at the meat counter offerings. He points to one at random - tripe. "Give me some of that."
"How much?" asks the butcher.
Zigzag looks blank, and then finally shrugs. "The, uhm, normal amount?"
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Post by Spinister on Oct 3, 2011 18:50:23 GMT -5
"I'm thinking cinnamon bread," Hairsplitter answers Sunbeam. He glances at Simmons sidelong, because Hairsplitter is a nitpicky detail freak, and he can at least tell that this human is not acting like the other humans he has seen thus far. "Or maybe Wonder bread? Doesn't Wonder Woman get her powers from Wonder bread?"
Sometimes Decepticons read human comics, but it doesn't mean that they understand them.
Meanwhile, Singe pushes a cart for Patra.
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Post by Swindle on Oct 5, 2011 19:13:07 GMT -5
Simmons sidles up to Patra, pushing his cart alongside hers as though he's getting in line for the butcher counter. He is doing his very best Normal Person impression, meaning he seems slightly less out of place than the Nebulans, though in a completely different way.
"So watcha doing?" he asks in his friendliest tones. "Buying some meat?"
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Post by Clio on Oct 9, 2011 20:17:52 GMT -5
Patra jolts a little as Simmons speaks up. Does that voice sound familiar...? She turns to look. Oh yes, she never forgets a face she's punched. Straightening up, her pulse quickens slightly, wondering if trouble is right around the corner. However, the human seems to be playing nice at the moment, so she'll play along for now.
Passing a package of meat to Singe, she smiles at Simmons. "Why yes. Yes I am."
May whatever deities he worships help him if he gets between her and her food.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 10, 2011 14:48:08 GMT -5
'The normal amount?'
The butcher shrugs and cuts off a piece of the tripe. Not a whole lot, because people don't normally buy a lot of tripe. Then he wraps it up in paper and hands it over to Zigzag.
Zigzag, who has no reason to recognize Simmons, glances at the unusually intrusive human, then shrugs it off. Well, Patra's a hot enough piece. He'd make a pass at her himself if she weren't way out of her league. Can't blame a guy for trying.
Sunbeam considers. "Dude. If Wonder Bread gave everyone powers, wouldn't there'd be, like, lots of powered dudes running around?" Then he thinks about it again. Humans with powers do crop up with some regularity, don't they? He shrugs and reaches for the Wonder Bread.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 11, 2011 20:38:34 GMT -5
Singe handles Patra's juicy package of meat and... puts it in the cart, duh. He looks over Simmons with an absolutely withering stare and then comments coolly, "You know she bats for the other team, right?"
Maybe that will make the horrible strange man Go Away.
In the bread aisle, Hairsplitter quibbles, "I'm sure it only gives powers to people predisposed to bread-initiated powers, but you won't know if you're predisposed to bread-initiated powers until you try it."
But he's still getting cinnamon bread, because Singe likes cinnamon and Hairsplitter doesn't want to deal with Singe brooding on some rooftop because Hairsplitter bought sourdough instead.
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Post by Swindle on Oct 14, 2011 20:12:02 GMT -5
Wonder Woman clearly gets her powers from Wonder Bras, not Wonder Bread. It's a much more likely explanation, if you think about it.
Meanwhile, Singe completely misinterprets Simmons's strangeness. "Yeah? Which team is that? Where's the home field, Mars? Maybe Alpha Centauri?" the horrible strange man says, lowering his voice and narrowing his eyes at Singe.
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Post by Clio on Oct 18, 2011 10:17:04 GMT -5
Patra raises an eyebrow at Singe as he rises to her defense. Sort of. Her lips curl into a smirk of amusement, taking a cue from some of Clio's research to form her own retort. "Of course I'm not from Mars, darling. Women are from Venus."
If he makes too much trouble, I can make a distraction if need be, Clio sends to her, sounding a bit exasperated. Apparently she binary-bonded to a trouble magnet. Then again, Patra did almost die once shortly after their meeting, so perhaps she should have anticipated that.
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Post by Needlenose on Oct 19, 2011 22:12:03 GMT -5
Sunbeam shrugs. "Sure, sounds good to me," he tells Hairsplitter. Then he considers whether or not he really needs any more kinds of bread. Probably not. What he really needs is wraps for making a burrito.
Zigzag, who had stayed near Singe and Patra (partially to get his tripe) snorts at Simmons' words and declares dismissively, "There's no life on Mars!"
Because all the life is on Earth and Titan and Io, after all.
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Post by Spinister on Oct 25, 2011 18:03:00 GMT -5
Singe pinches the bridge of his nose and comments pointedly to Patra, "I think perhaps someone ought to tell the store manager that someone is harassing the paying customers."
They may be paying with stolen bank accounts, but Patra is buying a lot more than Simmons is! Anyway, siccing the store manager on Simmons is Singe's rich boy solution to this problem. He starts to head off to do so.
Hairsplitter, meanwhile, contemplates getting some of those stupid fake doughnuts that they have in the bread aisle. He never did like pastry until Spinister binary bonded him. He grabs a package that are covered in sprinkles and asks Sunbeam, "What do you think?"
Nothing at all, probably.
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Post by Swindle on Oct 29, 2011 9:26:23 GMT -5
"How would you know? Been there recently?!" Simmons hisses, whirling to face Zigzag. He gives Singe a sidelong look when he says he's going to get the manager, and follows it up by pointing two fingers at his own eyes, then pointing them at Singe in an 'I'm watching you' gesture.
Reviewing his own behavior over the past few minutes, Seymour decides he has been attracting a little more attention than is entirely appropriate, so he gracefully exits the situation by backing away slowly and bumping into an endcap full of Frosted Flakes. The sign proclaims them to be Two For The Price of One, so he picks up a couple boxes. Frosted Flakes are delicious.
He is still shopping and the Nebulans may run into him again, perhaps in the checkout line. Just not at the meat counter.
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Post by Clio on Oct 30, 2011 21:04:25 GMT -5
Patra does smiles innocently at Simmons as he leaves, wiggling her fingers goodbye. Then as she finishes passing packages of meat to Singe, she leans in a mumbles quietly, "I've met that man before, while I was on... company business. He could be trouble."
She'll play it casual for now, however, because well... she really wants this food.
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