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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 11, 2012 17:00:49 GMT -5
In the time Breakaway was gone, Maddox has managed to carefully construct a surprising amount of the little model of the Event Horizon - with several modifications already - and is looking significantly calmer because of it.
He feels a moment of derealization when Brock refers to him as Mayday, but he settles back down quickly. Why would Breakaway call him anything else? Laughing anxiously, he answers, "Well, y'know, 'bout as well as usual? Eheh."
Uncurling from his seat, he meets Breakaway, taking one of the bags from him and beginning to sort through it even before he settles down again. He may end up cannibalizing some parts from the electronics around the apartment before this is over, but whatever it takes he'll get this thing working.
Working will keep him sane.
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 11, 2012 19:04:53 GMT -5
Breakaway dearly hopes that working does, indeed, keep Mayday sane. He pities anyone within the same star system if the little guy ever goes all Windsweeper and decides everything needs to get really clean. With his brains he'd probably end up doing something involving the word "thermonuclear."
"Good," he says, smiling weakly.
Some time later, Breakaway is fiddling with the home-made radio. "You sure this'll reach orbit?" he asks.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 11, 2012 19:35:44 GMT -5
"I hope so," Mayday says, one of his knuckles finds its way to his mouth and between his teeth. There is more than one reason for the fixed faceplate on his helm as a robot.
"I did the best I could with these... meat... sticks..." He glares suspiciously at the thin, bony hand that he's not currently occupied with chewing on.
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 12, 2012 20:26:15 GMT -5
Breakaway's Brock memories inform him that their mother would always tell Maddox not the chew on his knuckles, but Brock never much cared. Breakaway decides that as long as Mayday doesn't break the skin, he doesn't much care either.
"Here goes nothing," he says, activating the radio and speaking into it.
//Event Horizon, this is Breakaway, do you copy?//
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 12, 2012 20:40:57 GMT -5
Maddox had more than his share of bloody knuckles as a child until his parents had managed to get him to kick the habit. Like many of his life problems, Mayday basically just hid from his. And much like running from his social anxiety, hiding behind his faceplate worked fine... until something impossible happened and got him all shook up.
Mayday's teeth pause, locked around his finger, and he holds his breath in anxious anticipation as Breakaway contacts the ship. It should work! It should definitely work. Maybe. He hopes. If he was still a robot he'd be certain it would work! ...Okay, maybe not quite certain. But- Well, he hopes it works.
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 18, 2012 14:18:51 GMT -5
The Event Horizon is successfully contacted.Breakaway smiles beatifically as he shuts the makeshift radio off and turns to face Mayday. "You wanna join the Marines?" he asks. The smile on his face and his general bounciness would be more appropriate for 'You wanna go to Disneyland?' Or in this specific instance, 'You wanna tour a factory where sensitive spacecraft components are assembled in ultra-sterile clean rooms?'
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 18, 2012 17:12:43 GMT -5
Mayday stares at Breakaway with all the horror and admiration Maddox once held when his preteen older brother snuck out after curfew. His brother was so cool, laughing in the face of authority! Doing what he wants with all the confidence in the world!
There's still the squeaky little voice of a child in the back of Maddox's head whispering shrilly, You're going to get in sooo much trouble!
"Um," he says eloquently. "Th-the Marines?"
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 19, 2012 20:31:29 GMT -5
"C'mon, it'll be fun! We can enlist together!" Brock would says something about how it'd make a man out of Maddox or put hair on his chest or something, but that would just terrify him.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 19, 2012 20:46:32 GMT -5
"E-enlist? In the- But I- wuh- me?" Maddox boggles at Brock, holding up one arm and poking at his bicep - well, his lack thereof. He has like, negative muscle mass, he's sure.
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 21, 2012 19:02:44 GMT -5
"Sure! That's what basic training is for! With your brains they won't make you a grunt, I'm sure," Breakaway responds. "Pleeeeeaaaaaase?" he asks, doing everything except batting his eyelashes.
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 21, 2012 20:24:14 GMT -5
Maddox gives a squeaky laugh at Breakaway's compliment and rubs the back of his head bashfully. "Eheh, I'm not that smart or anything... um."
Oh no! Not the pleading look! "Well-" He thinks about it. "Uh-" And thinks about it some more. Then finally sighs and says, "Okay."
If it makes his brother/best friend happy, then he'll do it! Breakaway's done a lot for him in the time - feels like a lifetime! - he's known him, it's about time he gives something back. Even if that something is going out in public to try and join the military where he will be tested and likely fail miserably. But by gosh, he will try!
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Post by Breakaway on Mar 23, 2012 18:45:35 GMT -5
"Woohoo!" Breakaway cheers, throwing both hands up over his head. His sinister plot to regain access to his beloved sound barrier while still keeping a vigilant eye on Mayday is proceeding exactly as planned.
OOC: Head this toward a wrap?
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Post by Mayday/Maddox Wayne on Mar 24, 2012 15:08:36 GMT -5
Breakaway's is enough to make Maddox break into an honest grin with barely a hint of nervousness. This can't possibly go too wrong, can it? Other than horrible public embarrassment and disappointing his brother if his gets rejected, what's the worst that could happen?
OOC: Let us rap! I mean, wrap!
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