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Post by Swindle on May 30, 2010 11:15:15 GMT -5
Swindle pauses to watch Pee-Dee licking up arsenic, a wafer of silicon half-way to his mouth. One eyeridge raises. "So, was that your tongue, then?" Junkions are weird.
"Good question. This universe apparently had a Cybertron at some point, no telling if it has a Junk or not. Be a shame if it didn't." Stupid Unicron, eating perfectly good markets and customers.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 30, 2010 12:02:45 GMT -5
Pee-Dee nods, optics brightening. "It was! They're hard to rig properly - I had to get Mama Mia to help with mine. Maintenance is a little tricky; have to take my head off and do it by feel."
A passing waitress gets a very o.O look on her face.
"It probably has a Junk," Pee-Dee says. "Junk is Junk not because of anything we ever did. The bare necessities just come to us!"1
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1. "The Jungle Book", Disney
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Post by Swindle on May 30, 2010 20:26:01 GMT -5
Swindle briefly wonders how much Lockdown would pay for a tongue like that. "Even if there is a Junk, there might not be any Junkions if there aren't any cybertronians. So who's Mama Mia?"
He dips another silicon stick in the mercury and munches thoughtfully.
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Post by Pee-Dee on May 31, 2010 12:12:13 GMT -5
Her optics go -kerblink- at the 'there might not be any Junkions' comment. When they come back on, she has evidently decided to ignore that.
"Mama Mia's my mother." Pee-Dee nibbles on another arsenic dainty, this one much less messily.
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Post by Swindle on May 31, 2010 19:53:36 GMT -5
Swindle decides to skirt around the topic of Pee-Dee's mother, once again leaving the viewers at home wondering what exactly that means in the context of robots. A waitress appears with their entrees in two frosted glasses, setting them down on the table. Swindle stirs his with the included umbrella, then holds it up to his olfactory sensors, savoring the bouquet.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 1, 2010 12:15:19 GMT -5
Pee-Dee picks up her dinner and rests the edge of the glass against her chin. Her optics pulse in mimicry of a heart beat as she tastes the chemicals wafting into the air from her drink. Then she tilts a measure of it into her mouth.
"Not bad. A flier would adore this."
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Post by Swindle on Jun 1, 2010 22:11:49 GMT -5
OOC: Timeskip!
Dinner is over. The dishes have been cleared away and Swindle is next to the karaoke stage, pulling a box of datadiscs labeled "Karaoke Music" out of his drawer. He opens the box and starts sorting through the discs. "Let's see here. . . Cybertron, Nebulos, Pz-Zazz, Andellor, Talos Four, Eurythma, Eurythma, Eurythma, Menonia. . .ah, here we are! Earth!" He holds the selected disc up then slides it into the karaoke machine before turning to Pee-Dee. "Would you like to go first or should I?"
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 2, 2010 8:53:47 GMT -5
"You should," Pee-Dee says as she sorts through her packs. "Too many discs, need more coffee."
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Post by Swindle on Jun 2, 2010 20:17:41 GMT -5
"Glad to," Swindle replies, picking up the microphone from the karaoke machine with a flourish and punching in his selection on the keypad. He smiles wide turns to face the audience/other patrons. "Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, and others. My name is Swindle, and I'd like to start off tonight with a song about something near and dear to my spark." So saying, he launches into a GalStandard translation of "Money (That's What I Want)." Original version of the song can be heard here, though this version is a bit more Swindle-y.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 5, 2010 12:36:11 GMT -5
Pee-Dee claps in delight as Swindle sings. She loves a man who plays his role to the hilt. Especially after dealing with all of these crazy Cybertronians. She grins as Swindle hands the microphone off to her. "Well," she says into the mike, "I put my disk on random, so the Bat-Xaaron alone knows what will come up." What comes up has a sultry back-beat, but the rest of the music is nowhere near sultry at all. Pee-Dee has Ego Likeness on her discs for some reason. Weave. Blame Layla for it.
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Post by Swindle on Jun 6, 2010 14:51:27 GMT -5
Swindle listens politely, occasionally glancing at the screen on the karaoke machine while Pee-Dee sings, and clapping along with the other patrons when she finishes. (At least, he hopes they're clapping.) "Interesting song. Bit of a comment on our current situation here? We certainly have plenty of murderers and lunatics." When the Junkion hands over the microphone Swindle selects another song. Singing ensues. Once he's done, he takes a bow and offers the microphone back to Pee-Dee. Pee-Dee attacks with Ego Likeness. Swindle counters with Chicago.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 9, 2010 12:21:35 GMT -5
"Was it?" Pee-Dee blinks her optics. "It was what was on random." She honestly doesn't care if people are clapping or not. Being liked is not on her agenda. She grins either way through Swindle's song, claps at the end. "They will, you know." "Now it's time for a little more excitement, I do declare." Pee-Dee parries with The Clash.
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Post by Swindle on Jun 9, 2010 14:33:49 GMT -5
Being liked definitely is on Swindle's agenda. People are more likely to buy from someone they like. He grins at Pee-Dee. "Oh, I know they will. The line between good salesbotship and acting is a thin one." Swindle listens with arms crossed and a grin on his face to Pee-Dee singing, tapping one foot along with the beat. He claps along with the rest of the room when she finishes. "Robbing people with a six-gun?," he asks. "Less risky to just pawn the gun and invest the money. Which you then use to buy more guns and repeat the process. Reminds me of a song, in fact . . ." Fall Out Boy, believe it or not.
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Post by Pee-Dee on Jun 9, 2010 21:28:51 GMT -5
People don't like cops much to begin with, and most of Pee-Dee's home planet views her as a party pooper. She grins as Swindle hands her the mike. "Nice. Are you ready to rock?" Joan Jett!
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Post by Swindle on Jun 10, 2010 23:28:51 GMT -5
Swindle claps when Pee-Dee finishes, then nods to himself and rummages in his drawer, pulling out a cordless microphone and tapping it against the karaoke machine a few times until it chimes. "Got to sync the frequencies," he explains, dialing in a new song and tapping his foot as a musical intro starts playing. "Care for a duet?" he asks, grinning. If Pee-Dee's amenable, they'll launch into "Anything You Can Do (I Can Do Better)."
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