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Post by Pee-Dee on May 1, 2012 16:00:30 GMT -5
"Sky-high," Petunia replies. She saunters towards the door, giving the bar staff a little wave as she leaves.
Once outside, she pauses by Nightbeat then tentatively runs her knuckles along his side. "Hey, pretty. Wanna take a ride with me?1"
1. "Hey Pretty", Poe[/size]
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Post by Nightbeat on May 3, 2012 21:04:30 GMT -5
The bar staff watch in awe as Muzzle and Petunia make to leave. They're having a hushed discussion over whether or not to raise the question of the bill, since the customers have apparently decided not to care about the whole 'being fed bleach' thing. Muzzle plops some money down on the bar as he re-dons his fedora and trench-coat on the way out.
Nightbeat has to restrain himself from revving his engine when Petunia rubs her knuckles on him.
The things I would do to her if she was still an Autobot . . . he thinks at Muzzle through their binary bond.
And here the bleach was starting to make me forget how awkward this was. Thanks, partner, Muzzle shoots back as he moves to load Petunia's bike into Nightbeat's trunk. "I think we can safely say that it would, if it wasn't just a car."
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 4, 2012 15:17:23 GMT -5
Petunia helps Muzzle manhandle her bike into the car's trunk. Instead of letting him close it, though, she pauses with her hands on her bike. "... Your car is a TARDIS."
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Post by Nightbeat on May 11, 2012 19:34:03 GMT -5
Muzzle gives Pee-Dee a blank look and says "I'm not familiar with whatever it is you just referenced," as Nightbeat uses his super space robot powers to connect to the internet and do a quick search for TARDIS. Then he lets Muzzle in on the reference.
"If you mean it's bigger on the inside," the smaller, squishier detective 'guesses' "that's proprietary military technology. Top secret."
It is going to keep all of our combined powers of intelligence to keep track of the line of pig iron you are spinning, Nightbeat says through their Headmaster link.
I was thinking we could just find Perceptor and make him keep track, Muzzle responds.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 13, 2012 14:00:23 GMT -5
Petunia nods. "I can fix that."
Muzzle not knowing what Dr. Who is, or Nightbeat being bigger on the inside than the outside?
She shuts the trunk, then ambles towards the front passenger door. She tries the handle without thinking, and if it's unlocked, she'll slide right into the seat and slam the door shut.
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Post by Nightbeat on May 14, 2012 19:52:52 GMT -5
Nightbeat is unlocked, of course. It's one of the many perks of being sentient.
"Fix what?" Muzzle asks, sliding into the driver's seat and closing the door behind him. Or rather, the door closes itself while he has his hand on it and pretends to be the one closing it, but it's such a practiced motion the deception is undetectable.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 15, 2012 10:56:17 GMT -5
"Dr. Who. Probably a mixture of classic and newWho. Cultural grounding helps a lot, you know?" Petunia nestles into her seat, rolling her shoulders oddly. Something feels off about the way she's sitting, but she can't put her finger on what.
"Lay on, MacDuff."
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Post by Nightbeat on May 17, 2012 14:36:29 GMT -5
"This isn't like New Coke and Coke Classic is it?" Muzzle asks, going through the motions of starting the car, putting it into gear and backing out of the parking space.
"Which way?" he asks, glancing over at Petunia.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 21, 2012 20:18:00 GMT -5
"Depends on who you ask." Petunia shrugs, then tucks her feet under herself so she can curl up in the seat. She doesn't bother with a seat belt.
"[Directions.]" She gives surprisingly good directions for a human.
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Post by Nightbeat on May 23, 2012 18:43:35 GMT -5
"It always does," Muzzle responds. "Witnesses are unreliable when they aren't lying." He takes the time to light one of his horrible Earth cigarettes while they waits at a stoplight. They don't affect him the same way his Nebulan ones do (not enough radium) but at least they give him something to do with his mouth and hands.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 25, 2012 16:29:53 GMT -5
"There was no unkindness in Miss Marple, she just did not trust people.1" Petunia blinks at Muzzle sleepily. "That smells interesting. I don't think I've had someone smoke around me before."
1. Agatha Christie: An Autobiography
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Post by Nightbeat on May 27, 2012 10:43:26 GMT -5
"Miss Marple sounds like a smart old dame," Muzzle responds, taking a hand off the wheel to offer Pee-Dee his cigarette. "Want a drag?"
He's offering you his cigarettes, Pee-Dee. That is how you know he likes-you likes you.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 27, 2012 19:22:15 GMT -5
"She was. She had good shows, too." Petunia takes the cigarette and takes a long drag. The taste and smell is interesting, but she's not sure it's something she likes. She passes it back to Muzzle. "Thanks."
Alcohol and tobacco would be a lot nicer if she actually was affected by it. But she doesn't know that.
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Post by Nightbeat on May 29, 2012 18:16:47 GMT -5
Petunia's regeneration is clearly different from Wolverine's, the latter being famously fond of alcohol. Or maybe he just likes the taste.
Muzzle accepts his cigarette back, clenching it between his teeth until Nightbeat finally pulls up in front of Petunia's apartment building. "This is your place, right?" he asks, unbuckling his seatbelt and preparing to exit the vehicle.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 4, 2012 12:29:12 GMT -5
Liking the taste is a strong possibility. Petunia certainly does.
"This is it. Thanks for the ride." She climbs out of the car and wanders back to the trunk to get her motorcycle out.
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