friends in low places

[nitrodamus]

Who: Sollux, Breakdown, and Knockout
Where: THE TRASH HEAP, where they belong
When: March 6th onward
What: Mingling while looking for spare parts.
Warnings: Everything you'd expect, most likely.

Having had time to grow more accustomed to having his powers back, Sollux almost seems wilder than before. Or more upset about something, at least. He hasn't brought anything up in particular to the two bots he's now working with, but they aren't quite at the point of total emotional intimacy, so it's not really a surprise.

Instead, he throws his effort into overturning vehicles and the like in scrap yards, looking for good bits of metal and supplies. Away from the city, Sollux spends almost all of his time in the air. It's a feeling he's been missing for far too long.

[OOC: I guess we can do this like party style, so we can have one on one threads but also group threads where necessary? IDK LET'S SEE.]

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[buffedthat]

He grins at the thought of Knock Out pestered with questions like this. He just bets Knock Out doesn't have all day for it.

"The trick is to get him when he's working on something and doesn't have an excuse to walk off," he says, tone pitched just a little lower than usual. "But you didn't hear it from me."

[nitrodamus]

"Wow, brutal backstab BD," he says, snickering. "Just throw him under the eight wheeler why don't you. He'll never stop me now."

He glances at the place where Breakdown's missing arm is, his eyes lingering for a moment. He's quick to distract himself, though.

"I dunno I just never knew any of the specifics about you guys. I guess I always kind of figured you're be like...moronic automatons, from the way Alternian history books talk about you." He pauses. "To be fair, they talk like that about pretty much every species they've ever been at war with."

[buffedthat]

He catches that glance, and firmly ignores it in favor of turning away, to pull the door off another nearby car. He reaches into the interior, testing the metal of the roof from the inside. It buckles without much effort; more junk.

"Yeah, well, you haven't met all of us yet, don't dismiss "moronic automaton" too fast." He glances over, yellow eye regarding Sollux thoughtfully. "I met a few of you guys, back when trolls and 'Cons had an understanding."

[nitrodamus]

"Yeah, okay, fair enough," Sollux says, tearing a sheet of flimsy metal in half with his psionics in an attempt to test its strength. Also no good. "Is there some guy you mean in particular with that?"

Breakdown is probably talking about adults he'd met with, which could be a total mixed bag. Even Sollux only had a tiny amount of experience with that.

"With our guys there's all this caste bullshit so that would probably make a huge difference. Blood color or whatever. The fish guys are almost always assholes."