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capitalh2014-12-26 03:11 pm
metalivore) wrote in capitalh2014-12-26 03:11 pm
Entry tags:
[closed] technically a functional adult, by some definitions
Who: Gajeel and Rodimus and Rotorstorm
What: Time for a giant robot and a guy who eats metal to fight, and also for said guy who eats metal to argue with a CONDOR agent in his workplace. So in other words really bad life choices.
When: July 13
Where: SOMEWHERE IN LA and also some kind of all-purpose auto repair garage place, I dunno how this stuff works
Warnings: Violence, awful jerks who shouldn't be allowed near people, probably some second-hand embarrassment, the usual.
FOR ROTORSTORM - Day
The shop hasn't been exceptionally busy today; a few people have come in, wanting spare parts or oil changes, and Gajeel's been called over to help with some of that, but honestly he's just spent most of the day lurking around in the back of the garage and occasionally moving boxes around. And also eating defective bolts when nobody is looking. Not like anyone's gonna notice those disappearing.
Right now, he's in the process of hauling yet another box of heavy crap from point A to point B, because APPARENTLY NOBODY ELSE CAN MANAGE IT (he commented more loudly than necessary when he was told to, at which point he was informed that he knew less about how vehicles actually worked than literally anybody else here, so helping people who did know things and moving boxes was really all he was getting paid for here).
Presumably, he'll get called over to help once something actually needs doing, but until then, he'll just complain and move boxes and get grease on everything because he can't be bothered to clean his hands.
FOR RODIMUS - Night
Some shifty dude in a weird helmet lurking around a particularly shady part of town at night? Clearly, there's nothing to be suspicious of here!
Actually, the suspicious stuff has already happened. Having made arrangements to sell the Generic Science Objects™ (he actually had very little idea what they were, but he managed to bluff his way into convincing his contact he did and would know if he was being cheated. The part where he was pointedly looming over the guy and baring his teeth the whole time probably helped with that too) he picked up after his little run-in with Metabee, he doesn't have much else to do tonight.
But who knows, maybe he'll find something. Like fighting another robot, though that's obviously VERY UNLIKELY.
What: Time for a giant robot and a guy who eats metal to fight, and also for said guy who eats metal to argue with a CONDOR agent in his workplace. So in other words really bad life choices.
When: July 13
Where: SOMEWHERE IN LA and also some kind of all-purpose auto repair garage place, I dunno how this stuff works
Warnings: Violence, awful jerks who shouldn't be allowed near people, probably some second-hand embarrassment, the usual.
FOR ROTORSTORM - Day
The shop hasn't been exceptionally busy today; a few people have come in, wanting spare parts or oil changes, and Gajeel's been called over to help with some of that, but honestly he's just spent most of the day lurking around in the back of the garage and occasionally moving boxes around. And also eating defective bolts when nobody is looking. Not like anyone's gonna notice those disappearing.
Right now, he's in the process of hauling yet another box of heavy crap from point A to point B, because APPARENTLY NOBODY ELSE CAN MANAGE IT (he commented more loudly than necessary when he was told to, at which point he was informed that he knew less about how vehicles actually worked than literally anybody else here, so helping people who did know things and moving boxes was really all he was getting paid for here).
Presumably, he'll get called over to help once something actually needs doing, but until then, he'll just complain and move boxes and get grease on everything because he can't be bothered to clean his hands.
FOR RODIMUS - Night
Some shifty dude in a weird helmet lurking around a particularly shady part of town at night? Clearly, there's nothing to be suspicious of here!
Actually, the suspicious stuff has already happened. Having made arrangements to sell the Generic Science Objects™ (he actually had very little idea what they were, but he managed to bluff his way into convincing his contact he did and would know if he was being cheated. The part where he was pointedly looming over the guy and baring his teeth the whole time probably helped with that too) he picked up after his little run-in with Metabee, he doesn't have much else to do tonight.
But who knows, maybe he'll find something. Like fighting another robot, though that's obviously VERY UNLIKELY.