Introduction - Get It Together (1-1)

psikeout · Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 3:03 am

OOC:The following is a sort of introductory first post—Something to set the scene, tone, and mood of how our first storyline is going to start off, without quite spilling all the beans. (Note that I use my own character here as a matter of convenience, not to try to impart any special significance to him in this story. He's just there to add a face to a scene.)

05/30/10 EDIT: Surprise, Central City isn't on South Island anymore! Ignore anything you see in this thread implying otherwise. RETCON POWER GO.

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Daylight's first rays peeked over the squarish, jagged crest of the city skyline; slivers of metal and broken glass glinted in the streets below, spread shimmering across a sea of wrecked and abandoned cars. A few headlights here and there still shone dimly, overpowered by the sun, their weakened batteries nearly drained entirely since their owners put feet to street and ditched the night before.

Pillars of smoke climbed high across town, while distant sirens sang shrilly in pursuit of the fires creating them, bright red trucks honking and roaring as they struggled to weave through the carnage.

People hidden huddled low along the storefronts and offices of this particular road murmured quietly as they watched the mostly empty asphalt—Empty if not but for a few individuals bold (or stupid) enough to have been out there for the duration of the catastrophe.

The suspension of a crumpled little yellow coupe creaked under the weight of one of the ragged figures on the street. Looking a bit worse for wear (but not a whole lot more than usual), the stark white primate reclined and laid his back on the cool hood of the wreck, and grunted a quiet, raspy huff at the sky.

Too tired to sit up, he tugged the shrapnel-peppered leather glove off his right hand and raised his knuckles up in the air where he could see them, swollen and red as a slab of steak.

He winced.

The arm flopped back down with a thud, and he rolled his eyes to the clouds, lips sputtering tiredly, but still almost looking like they wanted to smile. Why? What reason did he have, with fifty fresh aches and pains, half the town burning down, and a "new" threat to deal with rearing its head?

Good question.

An even better question, and far more important, would be, "What led up to this?" Let's take a look at the news headlines over the past few weeks.

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Six Months and All's Well
Dr. Eggman defeated for good?

Almost half a year has passed with neither hide nor mustache hair of Dr. Eggman. Unseen since his last defeat at the hands of Sonic & friends, some have begun to wonder: Was Eggman consumed by the flames of his own plot? Is he still among us, or is this truly the...

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Where's Sonic?
Speedster sightings rare—Send your photos!

Months have passed since Sonic defeated Dr. Eggman, and Sonic hasn't so much as left a footprint on South Island since. Where is he? It's up to YOU to find out! We want your pictures, your stories, your...

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Mysterious Fog Follows Earthquake
Central City's harbor engulfed

An earthquake this past week brought with it bizarre, unexpected, and as of yet unexplained effects. Shrouded in mist, Central City's entire harbor offers ships' captains the visibility of a thick pea soup...

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Mist Consumes Nine Ships, Maybe More
Port authorities baffled; military intervening

Today marks the disappearance of three more ships in the fog outside Central City's harbor. Two GUN patrol boats, escorting a commercial freighter, vanished without a trace this afternoon when...

And now, the headline of that morning's press:

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IS HE BACK?

Central City citizens looked on in horror last night as an army of rusted machines, seaweed-covered and barnacle-encrusted, crawled ashore under the cover of the mysterious harbor mist. Countless people have already been reported missing in the aftermath of the attack, with more and more reports rolling in as the day goes on. The source of the attack is unconfirmed, though the robots were positively identified as designs used in the past by Dr. Eggman. Whether this was a freak reactivation of abandoned robots, or a deliberate attack is uncertain, but what is certain is that the power behind these machines is unlike anything employed prior by Eggman. No small animals or other conventional power sources were found inside any of the robots. They instead seemed to move of their own volition all throughout the night until near sunrise, when even the most broken and damaged units made every effort to drag themselves back toward the water as if compelled by some supernatural force.

Though the circumstances of Dr. Eggman's disappearance and his ultimate fate are uncertain after the conflict six months ago, some have gone so far as to suggest that this attack may be some sort of act of revenge from beyond the grave.

"We can't say with any degree of certainty what triggered last night's attack," stated General Nevlik at a press conference held early this morning. "We've yet to confirm that these machines were actually commanded by anyone directly. For all anyone knows just yet, it's very well possible that a previously undiscovered cache of Eggman's robots may have been inadvertently activated or released by the earthquake. We just don't know. But we're not jumping to any outrageous conclusions."

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Now, with this brief introduction aside, we have the option of picking up directly from where this leaves off, with characters clamoring out of the rubble, or showing up at somewhat-wrecked Central City by chance, or even coming deliberately to investigate (if that's their sort of thing). Basically, you're welcome to act on any excuse you can find to throw one of your characters in here, or anywhere in town. I don't know where things will go immediately—It might just sputter out and go nowhere at all, even, and that's fine, too. But consider it a free moment to introduce a character, and do as you will, whether that's striking up some in-character conversations, or just flexing some tired, old writing muscles for the first time in a while. Just try to think: "Where would my character be in the aftermath of a weird disaster like this? What would he or she be doing?"

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Rusty · Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 4:25 am

((OOC/Sturgeon General's Warning: I promise my posts won't usually be this large, I swear.))

Some distance away from where the yellow coupe had come to rest, traffic was still hopelessly congested, but at least it was still intact. The wreckage had mercifully ended further away, but here at one of many clogged Central City roadways, the magnificent spectacle of a traffic jam didn't register much higher on the list of things one wanted to spend their day in. Sitting square in the middle of the street, the black sedan looked like one dead fish in a gigantic sea of dead fish, for lack of a better term. A thousand engines idled boredly.

McBride rolled down the window and laid on the horn. "IN CENTRAL CITY THE HORN STILL MEANS GET OUT OF THE F**KING WAY!!"

In the seat next to him, Major Cross leaned his head against his hand and tried to subdue the oncoming headache courtesy of having to listen to the horn rail for the eleventy-billionth time that morning. The radio was alive with coverage of the attacks, and the other recent and unsettling incidents.

The SSD had spent half the night helping deal with the new threat, and they felt like they'd traversed half the city on foot. When they'd gotten too separated from where they'd landed in the chopper, they'd "taken command" of a few abandoned vehicles to try and get back to their makeshift command center faster. This was the result.

"What the hell is wrong with these idiots," McBride growled, unable to fathom why traffic in a veritable disaster area might be slow-going. "An earthquake, some fog, some half-pint machines, and they act like the whole world is ending."

Cross said nothing, wishing the alligator would shut up. Sparky leaned forward from the backseat into the space between the two front seats and rested his arms on the shoulder-rests. "Let's play a game," he said, looking at McBride, who didn't answer, and then at Cross, who just tried to lower his helmet over his eyes. All of them were still in full battle gear and had their weapons with them, as did the other team members in the cars directly behind their own. "... Let's play a game."

"No," said the crow.

"It's called Things We've Been Arrested For. I'll go first. This one time when I went to the zoo, my buddies and I went into the big cage area where they keep all the different species of Flickies and poured beer into their water bowls. We got away with that, but then we went and put the Peckies into the Tockies area, and put the Tockies into the Peckies pen, just because. I guess that was kind of stupid of us because the Tockies started making all this racket because I guess they can't survive in the cold or whatever, and some of the staff caught us and called the cops. The police didn't really know what crime to classify it as." Sparky looked back and forth between the crow and the alligator. "Your turn."

McBride leaned out the window again. "GOOOOOOOOO." HOOOOOOONK

"We should just get out and walk." Cross looked further up the road, specifically at the sidewalk, where a man with a walker was almost out of sight. That old guy had been behind them not long earlier.

"AaaaAAAAH!" countered McBride.

"There's probably a huge pile-up ahead of us. It'll be faster if we get out and try to get back on foot." The crow said this while staring through the gobs of traffic and hoping it would start moving magically.

McBride leaned his forehead against the top of the steering wheel. "I hate this city so much. Spring City, you don't get any of this crap. People know how to drive. Here you get all these crazy foreigners coming in, and their idea of driving is flooring it and hoping you make it to your destination with the paintjob still intact. You know what they do in Cape Norden? They drive on the left hand side of the road! Honestly. That's insane."

"They don't do that," Cross sighed. Or did they? He didn't remember.

Something suddenly knocked against Cross' window REALLY HARD OHGOD. "AAAHHH!!!" screamed all three men with a collective jolt.

Cross rolled down the window angrily. "WHAT!?"

"I brought you guys some hot dogs," said Elegant Joe. He held out two of the aforementioned treats, big ol' honkin' ballpark wieners.

"Where did you get those?" Cross was immediately suspicious.

The battle gear-clad Capsule Trooper gestured behind the sedan. "There's a Wienermobile behind us. It's totally awesome. I talked to the driver and I got to sit in the driver's seat. You should come see it."

"No thanks." Cross took one of the 'dogs and handed one to Sparky (Sparky), then took a bite of one himself. Hey, he hadn't eaten anything all night. He had every right to chow down into fast food if he felt like it. It didn't have any condiments though. Figures Joe would manage to mess up something as simple as getting his buddies something to eat. Then again, he probably did it on purpose.

"You think he'll let us drive his Wienermobile instead of these boring old normal cars?"

"Joe, does it look like we're even moving?" Cross asked while McBride went purple with rage, half at traffic, half at Cross for, well, you know, and half (three halves makes complete sense) at Joe for existing. Sparky sat back in his seat, happily resting his food in his lap.

"We could fly there. Oh, wait, some of us can't fly, or can't use thrusters..." Elegant Joe dipped his head to one side, staring straight at the wingless, thrusterless alligator at the vehicle's wheel. "That's too bad."

McBride's grip on the steering wheel tightened so intensely he left indentures in it where his fingers were.

Cross took another huge bite of his food and tossed it to the passenger seat floorboard. "Forget this. Let's go. Joe, go tell the others we're moving out on foot. I'm sick of sitting around here on my ass waiting for a bunch of crazy hunks of scrap metal to show up and wreak havoc again." He took hold of his SMG and hauled open the door, nearly hitting the Capsule Trooper in the process.

Joe skedaddled to the cars the other counter-terrorists had occupied. People stopped what they were doing (which was, for the most part, nothing but sitting in traffic or standing at the side of the road and gossiping about the attacks) and stared at the collection of rather... armed army-types unfurling themselves from cars and hoofing it.

"You know what I'd like to do?" said McBride when he and Sparky had come out too. "I'd like to pick this car up, and throw it at something."

"Would you stop whining if you did?" asked Cross.

"No."

"Then don't."

"You guys never took your turns," Sparky mentioned, a touch disappointed.

"Can I have--" McBride started, at very nearly the same time Sparky deemed his hot dog "finished" and threw it onto the road, specifically onto an oil stain. "Ohh."

Mie · Posted: Sat Mar 06, 2010 12:18 pm

(( Rainbow Trout Major's Warning: I promise my posts won't usually be this crappy, I swear.))

Passing by on one side of the borrowed car from which the uniforms extracted themselves, an offensively red monkey laden with footlongs and ketchup packets slowed in pace, fixing the group with a hazily speculative sort of look. At first, in fact, the pinkish passerby looked like she'd just barely avoided twitching into a sprint in the opposite direction, but passed it off as a clumsy stutter step, and then kept walking, unknowingly grateful that the CT didn't feel like pulling random strangers into his game.

With a shake of her head, and a smirk that didn't quite belong there, a spring worked its way into Jam's stride as she headed back in a bit more of a hurry than her dawdling had previously allowed (Hey, cataclysm or no cataclysm, how often do you get to sit in the driver's seat of the fabled Wienermobile?). When the sad little sunny-colored heap of metal (and more specifically, its charming new hood ornament) at last came into view, enthusiasm levels rose a mite unreasonably for one who'd had the night she had. With a lithe kick off the asphalt, the punch-hued primate sprang into the air, and came down with all the audio cues of a fender bender, unsettlingly close to the war-weary monkey with too big a smile.

"Hey," she greeted with all the weight of a casual run-in, extending her haul. "Hungry?"

nUcLeArEnVoY · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 5:23 pm

And yet, in light of all this hysteria and mayhem, one calm & collected porcupine maintained complacency and poise. Sure, those round ears twitched every which way from the incessant shouting from the police officers to leave the area, and sure, he may have been threatened to be dragged out by force "for the sake of his own safety," but a roll of the eyes and a smug scoff dismissed all of that idle... jibbah-jabbah. Indeed, the stock market forecast for Xybertech industries outlined in black and white ink before him was far more intriguing than any exploding buildings or raging fires. As long as they steered clear of his cozy worn little bench in his cozy worn little park, then he was gonna be aaiiigght.

"Ee bah GUM, any more noise and it would wake the dead!" he said lightly, licking his gloved fingertip and turning the page to his newspaper that was almost completely illegible from the progressive piles of soot and ash drifting waywardly onto its surface.

What was his business here exactly? Only he knew, and considering the borderline minutely peers he shot to the 19th century clock post on his adjacent street curb, it must've been a trying type of business indeed. His tone growing exasperating, he muttered, "This is starting to get a trifle out of hand... amah' really going to have to ask someone for directions, I mean is it REALLY going to have to come down that? Blah! .... blue blazes, it's hot out here!" It's 82 degrees.

Gazing along his surroundings, so many things filled his line of view that he didn't know which one to break down within his mind first... several turned over cars, a particularly large black one of clearly governmental background, another vehicle shaped like a freakin' frankfurter, and a red monkey (in other words, nothing totally out of the ordinary in this world). Having once run a leading hand in one of Earth's most substantiated cities, pace and chaos of this caliber were hardly jarring... no matter how high his sense of security may have been. Just another day, albeit his ears were indeed perked.

psikeout · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 7:52 pm

OOC: I was going to wait until all our starting members' character profiles were done before moving very far, but Greens made the good point that it'd be awkward to dump a big pile of first-time-appearance introductions all in a row, anyway. So, I'm just going to continue this thread at a leisurely pace for now.

So, no rush. No hustle. Post at your convenience. This is just a warm-up thread.

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The fellow monkey lying inches from Jam's destructive, hood-denting feet winced at the loudness, lurch of the car, and the fact that he was just a second from laying his wounded hand down right at the spot her big, green skate-sneaker-whatever-the-heck-it-is since came to occupy.

"Thanks," Rock mumbled after a second or two. Between the way she'd returned and the fact that he had a breakfast hotdog to look forward to, his mood had seen higher swings, but hey—Things were pretty good.

He sat upright and took his meal. The car creaked and groaned like the wheels were about to fall off then and there, but he didn't seem worried about it, beyond a short-lived, unsure downward glance.

"I'll pay y'back later," he claimed before taking a bite. "W'j'oo beleef me-," he started (but then realized he sounded like a kid's show puppet with his mouth full), swallowed, then finished, "if I was to tell you one'a those things stole my wallet?"

Mie · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 8:39 pm

Entirely impervious to whatever potentially negative side effects her return brought with it, she instead plopped down, quite as noisily as she pleased. She settled in without regard to the sturdiness of their makeshift bench, and was already well into the process of emptying a fourth mustard packet onto her no-longer-hot-so-much-as-residually-warm-dog, when her company's commentary caught her attention.

"R'yew surys?" asked the monkey eloquently, a small spray of crumbs fleeing her open jaw beneath her raised brows. With a hasty gulp that wasn't quite processed enough to go down painlessly, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and leaned back onto her hand with an inquisitve stare.

psikeout · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 9:03 pm

"Yeah." A convenient excuse, for certain, but to back it up, he jutted a finger at the patch of bare leg where one of his cargo pockets used to be.

"Thought it was tryin'a pants me or..."

The car creaked and tilted just a tiny bit.

"... somethin'...?"

There was a clattering sound, not unlike someone dropping a wrench, then the little yellow 2-door started shuddering, and began to tilt yet more, until it was almost at a 45° angle, and Rock was struggling to stay aboard without dropping his food, flailing a hand awkwardly at the nearest windshield wiper to try to get a little grip. (It snapped off.)

A ragged robot, which looked like it used to be a crab of some sort, but was really more just a rusted pile of junk, at last scurried free, allowing the car to drop with a crash. A hubcap and rear view mirror fell off the car, which seemed to sink all the way to the ground with some sad near-farting sound from its suspension as the crab-machine scuttled off crookedly, waving its one, wallet-clutching claw in the air triumphantly.

"... I'm not even done eatin'," complained the frowning, robbed primate.

The crab meanwhile plowed into a soda vending machine on the sidewalk, resulting in about five cans of Chaos Cola popping out in its face. (It wasn't getting too far too quickly.)

Greens · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:12 pm

HOOONK HOOOONK

"Ah, ummm, excuse me! Doh-- nh, sorry!!"

HOONK

With all the hustle and bustle and chaotic din surrounding what seemed to be a situation that seemed to be over for the most part, it was kind of frustrating how difficult it was to simply make it from one side of a street to another. Granted, hurling herself in front of and in between traffic (however slow moving) probably wasn't the best way to go about it, but this was a mole on a mission.

Eventually, she managed to scramble-dash her way beyond all this motorized mayhem, and towards a pair of monkeys who at least seemed to know the general down-low. She waved out to the duo before stopping at the coupe they seated themselves on, and... gasping for breath, hands on knees.

"Hiiih", she sputtered, still in the process of catching her breath, raising a "one moment please" finger as she stared at the ground.

"Sorry, dh'you... ugh."

She looked up at them with a kind of apologetic, nervous sort of grin.

"Can, can I ask you a question?" she said, not entirely knowing that she just had.

Rusty · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 10:30 pm

The plodding group of counter-terrorists were nearing the sedan the two primates had taken over, and if they noticed the rogue crab thief they never looked it, probably because they were too busy arguing.

"It’s because they’re ghosts!” insisted Elegant Joe, “and the robots are all controlled by the angry, vengeful spirits of Purplebeard’s pirates. Admiral de Caballo’s fleet cornered Purplebeard’s just outside the harbor, and they went at it there for over an hour, blasting away. After a while the admiral’s men boarded the pirates’ flagship and totally cleaned house. Purplebeard and his boys were ruthless but they were just too overmatched that day. When it was all over de Caballo took the enemy men who had surrendered, and ordered his own men to chain all the pirates to something heavy. Then they lobbed them overboard. De Caballo saved Purplebeard for last. They chained him to a cannon and wrapped the ship’s jolly roger around Purplebeard’s neck, and the Admiral was like, let’s see how well your cute little flag flies in Davy Jones’ locker. And he gave that cannon a good swift kick and sent it rolling off the ship, and down to the deep went Purplebeard to join his pirates. And now they’ve come back from the watery grave for revenge against de Caballo for his cruelty!" The Capsule Trooper waved his fingers in the air. "OoOOooOOOoOOooooOOOoo!"

Tally somehow managed to keep her eyes from rolling so far into her skull she’d be looking at her brain. "I haven’t been shot in the head nearly enough for that to sound reasonable."

"You’re just scared it’s true. OooOOoOoo—"

"And what if it is, manly-man?"

Elegant Joe didn’t say anything, and he stopped walking. He seemed to have not considered that. "OHGODWE’REALLGONNADIEBYPIRATES."

"Relax and think rationally," Killey said through a sigh and a headshake. "Forget all the supernatural gabbledegook the news is jumping all over right now. They’d love to have you believe something like that. There’s a logical explanation for it. I guess."

"And either way," Tally said, hoisting her rifle up to her chest like she was lovingly cradling her baby, a long, loud, powerful, sleek, .300-spitting baby, "there’s a logical resolution for it."

"Yes, of course," mumbled Killey. He found the girl’s lack of... feminine qualities confusing. Not that he wasn’t good with women; he just didn’t understand them much. He had always wondered why it wasn’t a subject offered in high school, a stage of life where it would have come quite in handy.

"I don’t care what the hell is causing it," grumbled Cross at the front of the group, stalking forward like an overeager dog. "A lot of people have disappeared, and because of that, I'm going to make a lot of batass crazy robots disappear."

"Better start with Joe," and McBride gave the CT what was supposed to be a good-natured, lighthearded shove, but McBride had about as much physical restraint as a Hun tripping out on PCP.

*Clonk* went Elegant Joe into the pavement directly next to the yellow coupe (he seriously flailed halfway across the street). While the other troopers continued lumbering on, he sat up, set his SMG in his lap, and tried as hard as he could to glare at the alligator and was ultimately disappointed in the limits of his capabilities.

He glanced to one side upon hearing voices (most notably someone who really really wanted to ask a question, despite having already done so?), and nosey that he was, he was content to sit there for the moment and listen. Besides, the cute girl he’d seen back at the Weinermobile was there.

nUcLeArEnVoY · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:09 pm

His fingers tapped restlessly along the eroded iron armrests of his little bench, for the sights and sounds before him started to become agitating. "... not touching it... with a bloody 20 footer, ain't gonna happen, ease yahself, Teck, ease yahself."

Capsule troopers were of little familiarity to him, as was this city in general. For he has only crossed its boundaries one other time in his life and it was very brief and very traumatic (heat stroke!) It's been a good couple years since he's seen this sort of disarray - he was used to conducting research in his space observatory, which is also the exact reason he's here, as he reminded himself in a raspy murmur, "Don't stick your nose into it, Teck... albeit, maybe one of them knows where it is."

On his way over toward the duet of primates and their unexpected guest; stepping over downed lampposts and almost tripping thrice in the process, his keen ears picked up not one, but every word they spoke as he butted in, guns a'blazin, "Excuse me, I'm sorry but I am afraid I... have a question that needs answering. Teckno Logico at your service, ahem, I have been sitting at that bench for almost two hours now, and I'd say my patience has been admirably unshakable since I witnessed an explosion, a multitude of car collisions, and the presence of a vehicle shaped like a bloody... well... a bloody weiner, and overall I think I've taken it in smooth stride. Yet a joke is a joke and this is beyond a joke! I'm here because I need to drop off some research," he explained, presenting a sheer little USB flash drive to them to thereby prove his point. His rhetoric was so animated and extravagant that he made it seem a lot more dramatic than it was, continuing, "To the patent office run by a gentlemen named... Stephen... ... Stephen Becker, I think? Forgive me if I am wrong, but I have a deadline to meet and I will be the first to admit that it's partially my fault seeing as how I've taken so long to simply ask for directions... but... being locals, maybe you can help a misguided outsider out, lest I wander off like a Flicky in the dimensional wilderness?"

Waiting patiently, he traced his finger along his nose to push up his falling spectacles...

Mie · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:24 pm

Jam never really got it together after getting deposited from her perch by the klepto-crab, and was still checking over the safety of her breakfast-dog when a jay-walking mole, a disturbing(ly familiar) CT and a ... spiny walking dictionary all decided to convene and attack... or... converse. Her brows flattened against her eyes, jaw slightly agape, and her butt still firmly planted on the ground, the punch-red primate cast a long, bewildered and silent look at their newly acquired crowd, before roving a glance back to the other monkey.

Her take on all the fuss?: "...Uh."

psikeout · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:28 pm

Rock's brows were intently furrowed as he gnawed on the footlong hotdog not like a man who loved food, but instead like one who hated it with a malevolent passion and sought to destroy it with his gaping maw in the least amount of time possible. When the mole girl stepped up in front of him, his expression hardened further, and he immediately leaned to one side to look around her, sparing only distracted glances as she spoke.

The crab robot seemed to be trying to scoop up and collect the sodas it spilled from the machine. What was that thing doing? It was like it—

—Then the porcupine showed up beside her and both cut the mole off, and cut the monkey's view of the retreating robot off. And then, he talked.

... And talked.

... ... And talked.

Throughout, Rock weaved from side to side, then eventually sat up on a knee on the hood, trying to peer over their heads as he struggled to stuff the remainder of his food in his mouth, by this point looking thoroughly constipated, and not paying an ounce of attention to either.

The robot was at a newsstand by that point. Was it... was it pulling money out of his wallet?

It was around then that the antiterrorist squad started passing through like a slow-moving herd of cattle, further obscuring his view.

"Ffffuff," full-mouthed Rock cursed (?) as he crammed the remainder of his meal in, leaving his jaws overflowing like some sort of squirrel preparing for the coming winter. He hastily clambered to his feet, outright leaped over the porcupine and mole, and went bumping through the squad of tacticool troop guys while trying to yell something completely indiscernible at the fleeing robot.

Violent smashing sounds ensued from beyond the wall of pedestrians.

Mie · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:35 pm

((OOC: Quickie!))

As her white knight left her high and dry from rescue from certain socialization to chase a scuttling mechanical thief, Jam's chewing slooowed. Simultaneous to the lowering of both eyelids, she turned to stare back at her odd collection of newly amassed company, with an unmistakably vapid expression.

Still chewing...

Wait for it...

Dryyyyy swallow...

Gulp.

Okay.

"Huh?"

Rusty · Posted: Mon Mar 08, 2010 11:42 pm

The tacticool squad's reaction was probably what was expected as the monkey went ping-ponging through them.

"So I'm supposed to go out with Cindy tomorrow," (Sparky), "and I swear, man, if this crap keeps me from ow god jerk watch it seeing her I'll be pissed."

(Tally.) "Is that the oof what the hell douchebag creepy squirrel chick you met online? You're weird, man."

"You know what I think?" (McBride.) "I think we should build a machine that drains all the water out of the harbor ugh you little sonofa and then we'll know where they're coming from."

(Zanetti.) "I don't think that's how the ocean works OWW GOD HE STEPPED ON MY FOOT, AAHH GOD I THINK IT'S BROKEN."

(Killey, for the record, failed to notice entirely if he happened to get bumped into, since someone bumping into him would more likely feel like they just got bumped into.)

"Hi."

(And that was Elegant Joe, who was now standing next to Jam.)

nUcLeArEnVoY · Posted: Tue Mar 09, 2010 12:03 am

"... that must've been the way he was raised. I ask a question and he runs off, rocks flyin'!," Teck commented snidely, watching as one of the very individuals to whom he spoke leapt over him and wouldn't even spare the time of day. "You!" Facing the mole, he laced his fingers humbly and asked with an awkwardly polite expression, "My most sincere apologies for interrupting you so curtly. Still, would you happen to know where the local patent office is?"

He would've had his ears on for a reply had he not diverted his attention to the crab mech stockpiling all those soda cans, and he could only ask but one simple quary in the midst of his flattening ears and wrinkled nose, "Are these damn locals off their trolley, now? E-gads, and I thought North Island had some characters! Can anyone answer my question, it's a relatively simple one!"

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