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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 13, 2011 16:57:42 GMT -5
Month 1, Week 2, Day 7 - Event Horizon. Open.
Mayday raises a hand to knock on Breakaway's door and almost chickens out right then and there. What if Breakaway's not there? What if he tells Mayday to buzz off? What if someone is recharging and he wakes them up? What if that person is Breakaway? He doesn't want to bother anyone!
Then he gives himself a mental slap across the face and tells himself to calm the slag down! If he can face entering medbay day after day, then he can face knocking on this door! His mental voice sounds a little like Kup.
And so, without further ado, he knocks. And barely cringes at all afterward.
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Post by Breakaway on May 13, 2011 17:46:27 GMT -5
The door slides open, and Breakaway looms into view, one hand hanging casually on the doorframe. "Hey, Mayday. What's up?" he greets.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 13, 2011 21:19:10 GMT -5
Oh hey! It's Breakaway! He should have expected that. Seeing as he was here to talk to Breakaway. To ask him something. What was he asking again?
"Uh, uh," Come on, processors! Get to it! Mayday sucks a deep breath of air into his cooling systems, then begins to babble. Not nearly fast enough to give Blurr a run for his money, but still pretty fast. "Okay so I did something really stupid during the attack and I admit that so Botanica and Kup are punishing me which is totally their right and I don't deny that but now every day I have to either spend time in the medbay or training with Kup and while it's not totally horrible and there's some really nice people in the medbay and I'm learning about stuff and how to deal with THINGS it's still really kind of really stressful and I don't want to but I'll do it anyway because I guess I know I deserve it and you really didn't need to know any of that but for some reason I told you anyway but what I really wanted to ask was if you wanted to go... do... something. Relaxing? With me. Maybe."
Finally shutting up, Mayday stares wide-eyed at his own feet and wonders what exactly just happened and tries not to beat himself up mentally for spilling all that on poor Breakaway. Whoops.
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Post by Breakaway on May 14, 2011 11:17:02 GMT -5
Breakaway blinks as Mayday spills his proverbial guts all at once. "Feel better now? Seriously though, Mayday, if you keep pushing your speech synthesizer like that you're gonna wear down the cooling fan on it."
The little dude wants to hang out, though! It's good to see him coming out of his shell. "Sure. You have something in mind?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 14, 2011 12:02:45 GMT -5
Mayday just laughs nervously at Breakaway's teasing and rubs the back of his neck, still staring at his toes like they're the most interesting thing in the universe. Then Breakaway says 'sure' - hurray! - and asks if he has something in mind and his gaze jerks up to give Breakway a deer-in-headlights look. Aw slag, he knew he was going to forget something!
"I, er, ah- uh? Ghn. I mean. Something. Yes. Just... hang out?" He frowns. "That's not an idea at all. Um, maybe I should just... try again later. Eheh... heh."
Think, Mayday, think! What do you like to do in your spare time? ... Breakaway probably wouldn't be interested in helping Mayday clean his room or build model ships. Slaggit.
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Post by Breakaway on May 14, 2011 19:32:57 GMT -5
"Oh no, you're not getting away that easy," Breakaway says, extending an arm to playfully block Mayday's escape. It's held in such a way that the smaller Autobot could easily get away if he really wanted to. "Come on, what do you do for fun?"
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 14, 2011 20:23:27 GMT -5
"I- I-" He stares at Breakaway's arm, then looks up at him suspiciously. "Haven't we had this conversation before?" He's pretty sure they have. The last time ended in tardigrades.
He crosses his arms and pouts a little. "I'm, uh, pretty sure I'm not very good at the whole... having fun thing. I think I forgot how." He feels kind of ridiculous admitting that, but he's pretty sure it's true. This is what happens when you practically make yourself into a space hermit. "I guess I... played games with my ship's computer sometimes? During the really long flights. When I didn't have anything to clean or fix. But I haven't really since I got here. Huh."
All the people and taking care of a giant ship and working on Pz-Zazz and trying to build his own shuttle and great big space battles have kind of been distracting.
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Post by Breakaway on May 16, 2011 10:28:10 GMT -5
"We have, yeah," Breakaway admits, snorting amusement. "Video games, huh? We could do that. No flight sims, though. I've tried 'em and they strip my gears." When you do something for real, going through a simplified version of it for entertainment purposes can be frustrating. Breakaway likes playing with the planes, he doesn't like having to use his hands to fly them.
Mayday's admission that he has forgotten how to have fun is too sad to comment on.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 16, 2011 22:07:38 GMT -5
"No flight sims?" Mayday pouts for a moment - he's a pilot! he likes piloting! - before looking thoughtful. "Well, yeah, okay. It's not really the same when you're not the ship." And really, nothing quite matches up to 'being' a ship the size of the Event Horizon. Talk about a power trip.
Look at that, they have something in common! Both of them prefer flying vehicles without their hands.
"Uh, what sort of games do you like?"
It's not really as sad as it sounds! He wasn't ever particularly good at having fun to start with. Bit of a stick in the mud. Or does that make things sadder?
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Post by Breakaway on May 17, 2011 19:36:10 GMT -5
Breakaway will teach Mayday how to have fun if it kills him! If it kills either of them, even.
"I dunno. There are some good shooters and RPGs in the lounge. I've been working my way through the Magic Quest series. I skipped Magic Quest VIII though, the experience system is too bizarre. Um," the jetformer stops to fiddle with his canopy, which is about as close as his kibble lets him come to rubbing the back of his head. "You like building things, right? I think I saw a couple of things that let you design your own units when I was rifling through the catalog."
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 19, 2011 10:16:45 GMT -5
Mayday would prefer if neither of them died in the name of fun, all things considered.
His video game lingo is also terribly out of date, so his expression is a bit dubious when Breakaway starts talking about shooters and rocket-propelled grenades. Why a peacetime Autobot knows that acronym for RPG is anyone's guess. He's not all that keen on violence and conflict though, or so he thinks, but then he's never played violent video games before.
"I do like building things," he admits, his fingers giving an almost subconscious wiggle. He may not be the best at designing things that aren't spaceships, but building anything is still fun! He tries to give Breakaway a playful grin, but it probably comes off a bit awkward. "I'll build all the best things! Er- units! Best units. Or, um, hn, try or... something."
Having deflated his own attempted boast, Mayday scratches the side of his helmet and stares off at the ceiling.
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Post by Breakaway on May 19, 2011 22:17:07 GMT -5
Sacrifices have to be made in the name of progress.
Breakaway quirks one optic in a half-grin. "Alright, let's try that then. We'll see if we can find anything good to play," he says, stepping out into the hallway and heading for the lounge. The door closes behind him.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 20, 2011 23:06:02 GMT -5
It doesn't have to be the ultimate sacrifice!
Mayday gives a little laugh that's barely nervous at all. "Right, that, uh, that sounds like a plan." He walks alongside Breakaway to the lounge, trying to keep up with the jet's rather longer stride without having an embarrassing ankle failure and ending up flat on his face. He doesn't trust his ankles. They're out to get him for sure.
Entering the lounge, he hopes that no-one else is occupying the gaming console currently. Otherwise... otherwise! He'll have to figure out something else to do with Breakaway! Oh, the anxiety!
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Post by Breakaway on May 21, 2011 21:04:33 GMT -5
Breakaway slows his pace as soon as he notices Mayday hurrying to keep up, thereby holding the ankle-based conspiracy at bay for a while longer.
He enters the lounge, looking to see if anyone else is there. If someone is, he'll greet them before striding over to a console, bringing up the Autobots' games catalog, and calling up a search function. "Let's see, parameters . . . at least two players, build and/or customize units . . . " the jetformer mutters to himself. The computer hums to itself, displaying a spinning Autobot emblem as it thinks. Finally it spits out a list of titles.
"What do you think of these?" Breakaway asks, turning the screen towards Mayday. The top two on the list are Adrenaline!, an ATV racing game where players build and race custom rigs, and Epic Space War in Space a real-time strategy affair in which each player designs his own fleet. There are others there, too, naturally.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on May 25, 2011 9:00:09 GMT -5
Aw, Breakaway is an awesome friend! Though really, if Mayday was sensible he would just drive everywhere. Hindsight and all that good stuff.
Walking up beside Breakaway, Mayday eyes the screen. He makes a face at Adrenaline! Racing as a ground vehicle? No thanks! If he wanted to drive around as an ATV he'd be one! Not to say that his own alt-mode can't drive on most terrain but that's just for worst-case scenarios. Yeah. Anyway, he's much more interested in designing fleets of spacecraft, for all that 'Space Wars in Space' hit a little close to home. Real-time strategy, though, huh?
He pours down the rest of the list - Super-Robo-Fighter GO! X? Build-a-Puppy: Play Date? Really? - before going back to eye Epic Space War in Space. Then he looks up at Breakaway, expression somewhere between hopeful and dubious. "It's okay if I do terribly and lose horrible, right?"
Strategy is really not his strong suit.
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