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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 5, 2011 21:52:14 GMT -5
Day 27, park on Pz-Zazz, open
In the middle - well, more halfway between downtown and the city outskirts, really - of one of Pz-Zazz's cities lies a charming little park, festooned with the cheerful browns and greys of concrete and dirt and alive with all manner of wildlife!
A single tree droops pleasantly in the center of the park and appears to be losing leaves faster than it can grow them. Next to the tree is a pool of stagnant water, which may or may not be part of the original architecture. Assorted garbage floats majestically across the iridescent surface of the water, disturbed now and then by a reddish eye stalk poking up from the murky depths.
A figure lies on one of the park's several benches - a sleeping hobo? A dead body? Perhaps just some heaps of trash? - being pestered by several mangy pigeon-like creatures. Most of the creatures are flocking around a smaller figure sitting on another bench.
This figure is Whirligig. Child-sized compared to the bench, his legs kicking freely in the air as he scatters handfuls of oblong grains for the pigeon-critters. They're so cute with their crusty bald patches and missing limbs!
Today finds him in a stylish men's pinstripe jacket and tie. He might even look a proper - if pint-sized - gangster if it weren't for the skirt he had used to complete the ensemble. He just couldn't get the hang of pants! Then again, he apparently never got the hang of skirts either, giving that he's sitting with his legs spread wide.
He tosses another handful of grain. "Here ya go, Sir Stubs, Mistress Stumpy! Eat your fill, you feathery bags of scar-tissue!"
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 6, 2011 1:26:51 GMT -5
Next to the little guy is a much taller red Transformer, with a bag of grains and other bird-food sitting on her lap. Firebolt is much more fitting for the bench, in that she isn't very tiny. Her legs actually touch the ground too! She's dressed as well, wearing a pair of what appears to be extra baggy pants to suit her larger legs, and a high necked jacket. A lot more casual than Whirligig.
"Ya named 'em?" She asks, while fishing a handful of grain out of the bag she holds and scatters it quickly, shaking the bits out of the joints on her fingers.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 6, 2011 12:34:09 GMT -5
Another robot stomps into the park, scattering pigeonoids in his wake. He's taller than Whirligig, but not quite so tall as Firebolt. He's wearing a sort of poncho (actually a bed-sheet with a hole torn in it) because he was told to, and he's also hopelessly lost. It's not that Brawl's dumb or anything. It's just that the subway map is confusing, and there's both a Sheffington Station and a Sheffingstowne, and really, how is anycon supposed to tell the difference?
Noticing two locals, he approaches them and asks, "Either of you two know how to get to the spaceport from here?" He pauses, noticing what they're doing, and adds "Why are you feeding those things, anyway?"
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 7, 2011 14:13:59 GMT -5
"No way, Red! That's their names! They told them to me," Whirligig says to Firebolt. Yeah, he totally just made up names for them. "The one with no feet is Duchess Wattlefeathers Q. Par-" He stops in the middle of his sentence to stare at Brawl as he sends the flock scattering.
He's pretty sure that's a Cybertronian. Like, he's no expert on chunky Transformers from another dimension, but he's been hanging around a lot of them for awhile, and amazing poncho disguise or no, he is quite certain that this newcomer is a Cybertronian. But is he of the Autobot or Decepticon persuasion? Can't tell!
Best to act friendly in either case. He lifts a hand and waves. "Hey, guy, hey! You're kind of really far from the spaceport, y'know? Like, really far." At the second question he looks down at his bag of grain, back up at Brawl, down at the pigeon-critters who have already begun to regroup, and back to Brawl again. He quirks a brow. "If you feed a thousand of them, their mighty leader will grant you immortality."
He tosses out another handful of grain to emphasize his point. In truth, he heard a rumor that if you feed 'em enough of this stuff they'll explode and wanted to try it for himself.
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 8, 2011 11:54:25 GMT -5
She looks towards the little critters picking at the grains, then to Whirligig, "I didn't know you spoke pigeon," she says, and points at one of the birds. "What's that one's-..." She is interrupted in her question as she looks up and sees Brawl approaching.
Firebolt also tries to be congenial, waving and smiling towards Brawl before he asks his question. She puts a hand to her chin as she thinks, figuring out where they are in relation to the station. "I think you went the opposite way, even. Should be that way," She points behind him towards one part of the city. "If I remember correctly."
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Post by Brawl on Jan 8, 2011 20:05:50 GMT -5
"That sounds made up, little animals granting immortality. You're puttin' me on," the tankformer responds.
"Aw, is it really all the way back there? Scrap!" he exclaims, kicking an old Kremzeek Cola can on the ground and sending it sailing over the wall of the park. "I ain't gettin' back on that fraggin' tiny tube either, with all those squishies crowdin' me! Now I gotta walk back!" Brawl trails off into indistinct grumbling, plunking himself down on a bench across from the two Autobots.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 9, 2011 16:56:54 GMT -5
"I know a great many things that you don't know I know!" Whirligig boasts to Firebolt. "I have a degree in the languages of urban wildlife! And we'll just see who's putting who on in a billion years, sir!"
Dumping out the last of his grain, he crosses his legs at the knee so he's no longer flashing his lower armour at Brawl, then props an elbow on his knee and rests his chin on his hand, giving the not-yet-identified-as-Decepticon his full attention. "Buck up, my bot! Walking builds character." Test one! Will he be offended by being called a 'bot'? Planned excuse if needed: it's totally short for just 'robot', too.
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 11, 2011 23:41:21 GMT -5
"Do you want to give some to the birds?" Firebolt asks, and offers up the bag she has. "It's one of those oddly calming sort of things. I dunno why, but it just seems to be," she demonstrates by throwing out a handful and then just watching the birds peck around.
"You don't always have to go on that 'tiny tube thing' anyway, I'm sure there are other means of transportation. Driving, perhaps?" She suggests.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 12, 2011 14:14:29 GMT -5
Being Transformers, everyone present is pretty much immortal anyway, provided they take care of themselves.
Brawl takes the proffered bag and scatters some crumbs on the ground, watching the pigeonoids pecking at them with a perplexed expression. "So how do we tell who wins?"
"I guess I'll walk. Can't afford a cab. Blew all my money in a casino. Those things are rigged. Jerks kept trying to tell me that one was less than two but it was also greater than thirteen, but not at the same time. Then when I punched the wiseaft, they threw me out! Can you believe that?!" he shouts indignantly, gesturing wildly with the bag of bird food, propelling crumbs everywhere and scattering the birds once again.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 15, 2011 21:29:45 GMT -5
Makes it hard to prove that a pigeonoid didn't grant him immortality, don't it? Unless it's the 'you can't be killed' kind of immortality. Then you'd just have to shoot him to make sure.
"Everyone's a winner! Don't let them tell you you're a loser."
Okay, on the one hand, not getting annoyed at being called a bot leans towards him not being a 'Bot, however, a tendency for physically assaulting people leans him more towards a Decepticon. But neither is really proof in either direction.
"You could always fly!" he adds cheerfully. He is under the impression that chunky Decepticons can frequently fly. And some Autobots, too. He's not very good at this information fishing business. Aw, screw it! Who cares?
He leans back against the bench, crossing his arms behind his head, thruster poles twitching out of the way. "Oh, I can believe it! I've seen plenty of bots get tossed out of a joint for punching a wiseaft in the face."
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 17, 2011 13:43:26 GMT -5
"Oh, I bet you could hitchhike. Or maybe do a little sidewalk show with some talents that you have, and get some money, then use the money to go on a transport," she nods. She's done some sidewalk shows herself, which is why she's wearing decent clothing, instead of something ripped up or raggedy.
She doesn't make any comments about the punching, but inwardly laughs at the mental image she gets, which came from the thought that Whirligig may be speaking from experience.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 17, 2011 21:56:30 GMT -5
"No-one told me I was a loser, I just wanna know what the rules are for this critter-feeding game. How do you win?" Brawl asks.
"Oh, hey, yeah, I could fly!" he says, perking up. "Don't I need a permit for that, though? Someone said I need a permit or something."
He is about to scatter another handful of crumbs to the not-pigeons, but then refrains, putting them back in the bag in case it turns out whoever has the most left at the end is the winner. The purple symbol on his arm is clearly visible when he does this.
"I guess I could hitchhike, yeah," he admits, giving Firebolt an appraising look. The only talents he could display on the street, unfortunately, are being obnoxiously loud and hurting people. Not that that's ever stopped the Combaticon before.
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Post by Whirligig/Wednesday Gilgamesh on Jan 17, 2011 22:58:59 GMT -5
Whirligig is most definitely speaking from personal experience! He was the one getting punched in his face. And then they kicked him out, too.
"That's the spirit, sweet-spark!" he says to Brawl, with an encouraging smile. "Of course no-one is calling you a loser, you're a champ!" Then he tries to catch Firebolt's gaze and give an indiscreetly discreet sad shake of his head. Quirking a brow, he adds, "And you win by feeding every bird in the city."
Suddenly, he surges up dramatically, briefly scattering the pigeonoids. He poses with his fists held high and his chest puffed out. "Permit-shmermit! No-one can own the sky! It belongs... to us all!" Pointing upwards, he holds his pose. And holds it. And a pigeonoid lands on his head.
He doesn't miss that flash of Brawl's Decepticon symbol, though. Haha, mystery solved! Truly he is a master detective. Truly.
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Post by Firebolt on Jan 18, 2011 23:49:34 GMT -5
Firebolt leans back, looking up at the skies while they talk about flying. It isn't the first time she would think about what flying would be like.
She then watches Whirligig and gets one of those 'what the...' looks, and looks over towards Brawl. She's very confused, and he's the only one here that also experienced the confusion. She mouths the word 'Wow,' and then pretends she didn't do that. She did not, however, catch the flash of the symbol. She was too busy being embarrassed.
"Yea, uh... Heh," she laughs nervously.
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Post by Brawl on Jan 19, 2011 21:36:09 GMT -5
"Every bird in the city? That doesn't sound right." He doesn't have much of a face, but if he had one, Brawl's face would wrinkle in concentration. "Oh, I get it. I see what you're doin'! Let's put one over on old Brawl, huh?! He's always good for a laugh! That stupid fragger'll believe anything you tell 'im!" the tankformer rants, voice rising steadily. "Well I'm sick of it! I don't have to take that scrap from some weird-lookin' alien with his innards showin'!" he shouts, as he winds back a fist to slug the conveniently motionless Whirligig.
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