|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 3, 2012 19:31:58 GMT -5
And now, dear reader, we leave it your imagination to come up with the various minutiae of the Brothers Wayne checking out of Hobby Atrium, driving back to Maddox's apartment, and assembling model glue and other assorted paraphernalia. Because those things are boring.
We rejoin our heroes as they begin to actually assemble the new Autobot Spaceship model, because that is where things start to get interesting again.
---
Brock is busily sanding down the edges of the plastic bits of model where they came off the sprues, looking idly at the instruction booklet. "Can you make heads or tails of this? I can't even tell what half these pieces are supposed to be."
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 3, 2012 19:40:04 GMT -5
"Sure," Maddox says, obsessively sorting the parts into little organized piles. Everything must be in order before he begins! "It's not rocket science."
He laughs a little at his own joke, because they're building a model spaceship and, well, space rockets... Well, he thought it was funny, anyway.
"It's too bad they didn't build it with an accurate interior. Makes me want to build my own from scratch..."
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 4, 2012 17:38:30 GMT -5
"How would they build it with an accurate interior, Mad? No-one's ever been inside, and I don't think the aliens have made the floorplan publicly available," Brock responds, picking up a tiny paintbrush and a spaceship piece and beginning the delicate work of painting the model.
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 4, 2012 17:50:06 GMT -5
"But I've seen the in... side..." Maddox pauses, blinking in confusion, because Brock is right. No humans have been inside that ship, there's be no footage of it for him to watch and memorize. And yet right now he can clearly picture the exact floor plan of the entire massive alien spacecraft. "...um."
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 4, 2012 20:40:30 GMT -5
Brock just stares at his . . . brother(?) when he says he's seen the inside of the ship.
The older man squints, face scrunching up, as though he's deep in though. "I was going to fill your room with plush tardigrades, but then I never got around to it . . . "
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 4, 2012 20:44:30 GMT -5
"Break," Maddox says, staring down at the little bits of plastic ship. Wait, did he say his brother's name right? Something's not right here. His voice is squeaky as he continues, "Did... did I design this ship?"
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 5, 2012 21:04:41 GMT -5
"I wasn't here yet, but that's what everyone says. Wait, what?" Brock blinks, placing his hands flat on the table in front of him and staring numbly at them for a while.
"Oh sierra, I'm human."
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 5, 2012 21:51:07 GMT -5
Maddox gapes at Brock for a long, silent moment. Then Mayday promptly breaks into flailing and screaming.
"Organic! I'm an organic! Oh no oh no oh no no no no nononononono!"
Somebody appears to be having a LaBeoufdown.
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 7, 2012 10:50:17 GMT -5
Breakaway facepalms, resting his elbows on the table and holding his face in his hands for a few long moments while Mayday panics. He really wishes Mayday wouldn't have a mental breakdown right now so he could have one. Mayday's been hogging them, anyway! Let someone else have a turn!
"Okay, Mayday, just calm down. Yes, you're organic, but it's not like you're going to contaminate yourself or something. And you keep this place ridiculously clean, I know," he says calmingly, taking a deep breath. "Listen, if I get some parts, can you build a radio that can reach the Event Horizon? Can you make me a list of what you need?"
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 7, 2012 16:48:09 GMT -5
"Bu- bu- buh-! Nnnh! Ghck! Nah-!" Mayday keeps flailing for a moment, rubbing at his face, tugging at his hair, clutching at his arms, and may be starting to hyperventilate. Then Breakaway mentions the magical words 'build' and 'Event Horizon' and manages to derail Mayday's descent into panic.
"B-b-b-build?" Mayday stutters. "Uh, radio? I can, um. I think I can. Nh. Radio. Build. Yes?"
Dazedly he looks around, trying to get a hold of Maddox's layer of strange memories enough to remember the layout of his apartment. "List. Paper. Pencil," he reminds himself, walking shakily to the kitchen to gather supplies.
Just keep focusing on building and engineering and everything will be okay! Maybe.
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 7, 2012 22:06:43 GMT -5
Breakaway takes a deep breath, watching Mayday walk unsteadily to the kitchen. Once the other . . . person is out of sight, he dashes to the bathroom, shuts the door behind him, and proceeds to be violently sick in the toilet.
He's gone from being a multi-ton death machine to a fragile, squishy sack of meat. He can't protect Mayday, he can't protect the Autobots, he can't even defend himself properly. Not to mention he can't even begin to approach the sound barrier or turn his arm into a fusion sniper rifle.
Another deep breath. He flushes the toilet, cleans up his mouth, rinses it out with water a few times to get rid of any lingering smell, and exits the bathroom. He can't afford to have Mayday see him having a meltdown, or he'll have a fit.
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 8, 2012 16:02:56 GMT -5
When Breakaway comes out of the bathroom, Mayday is sitting at the table, knees drawn up to his chest and staring blankly at the list of parts in front of him.
"Brock," Maddox says quietly, not looking up. "If we're actually Autobots, does that mean that Mom and Dad don't exist?"
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 9, 2012 10:06:16 GMT -5
"I don't know, okay?!" Breakaway snaps at Mayday, throwing up his hands in disgust. He pulls up a chair and slumps down at the table, massaging his temples.
"I'm sorry for snapping, Mayday. Maddox. Whatever," he apologizes. "But I don't know what's going on right now either, and I don't know what is and isn't real. Either we're both having the same psychotic episode at the same time, or we're both actually Autobots. I'd prefer to both be Autobots. So I'm going to take this," he continues, picking up the list of parts sitting in front of his friend (brother? Whatever, he'd rather have a coward like Mayday for a brother than a coward like Thrust), "and I'm going to go shopping. And we'll try and contact the Event Horizon."
He gets up from the table, putting a hand on the smaller man's shoulder in passing, and picks up his motorcycle helmet, heading back out the door.
A small, whiny part of him wishes they could have had this epiphany at Hobby Atrium. He hates coming home and then having to head right back out again.
|
|
|
Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 9, 2012 16:29:45 GMT -5
Maddox cringes as Brock - no, Breakaway? - snaps at him, curling up miserably around his knees.
"Okay," he mumbles as Breakaway spells out his plan. He thinks that maybe he should get up and go help his brother (friend? He's so confused right now), but he's terrified enough at the moment that he's not even sure he can uncurl and get off this chair. "Sorry."
Maddox waits until Brock is out the door before sniffling and tearing up. The part of him that's more Mayday is rather grossed out, and the part of him that's more human is terribly embarrassed, even though there's no-one around to see him cry. For what feels like the millionth time in his life - but that can't be true, he hasn't known Breakaway most of his life! - he wishes he was stronger, like his brother.
|
|
|
Post by Breakaway on Mar 10, 2012 21:29:51 GMT -5
Breakaway leaves and then eventually returns with what he hopes are the correct electronic components. Perhaps we are treated to a montage sequence of him riding his motorcycle back and forth and picking things off of shelves. Perhaps it is set to awesome music?
He eventually returns to Maddox's apartment, which he is already thinking of as 'Temporary HQ', if only because it is more defensible that his own apartment. He'll have to see if he can buy a sniper hunting rifle just in case.
"Hey, Mayday. How are you holding up?" he asks as he lets himself in, hefting several shopping bags full of what are hopefully radio parts.
|
|