Re: The Spectacular Exhibition (S3G2) [Round 2: Space - Abridged]
08-14-2011, 01:26 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by Pick Yer Poison.
Red's mech rotated to face Brooklyn. Although he tried to do it slowly in order to keep from agitating the lobsters in the tank any further, they were already so frightened from the breakout that there was little hope of them calming down any time soon. He nestled the tank irritably, glancing around at the planetoid Brooklyn had pushed him towards. It seemed harmless enough, covered with grass upon which a flock of sheep was grazing peacefully, but it wasn't the watery one he'd been aiming at. Even more irritating, judging by the embarrassing dead-in-the-water moment he'd just had, his mech's legs weren't strong enough to push him between planetoids, making travel to the watery one a tricky proposition. Although, he thought, happening upon a burst of inspiration, chainsaw that saved me may be capable of effecting travel...will need to study gear for duplication.
"Do not think we have met," Red said hesitantly. Can it even understand me? "Name is Red. Yours is Brooklyn?"
The chainsaw dipped in a manner Red chose to interpret as a yes.
"Thank you for the thrust," he continued. "How does it work?" He paused. "...can you talk?"
Brooklyn responded by drifting down to the ground and starting up her blowtorch, using it to burn crude words into the ground. "W/ ROCKETS - CAN TALK OFCOS"
He decided to put the unknown definition aside for the moment. "Can you help get kin to watery planetoid?" he asked, gesturing with the lobster tank somewhat more forcefully than he intended, scaring the lobsters inside witless as the water in the tank swirled around them. After several moments without any apparent activity from Brooklyn, Red began to wonder if its microphone was in bad shape. "Can repay favor somehow if you want," he added nervously, leery of promising his aid to a flying chainsaw but unable to see any other options just then.
Brooklyn immediately kicked into action, whizzing back down to the ground and torching another question into it. This time the line read "CAN U MAKE SPEAKER" and was followed by a squiggly symbol that Red decided to judge as a question mark based on the context.
Red thought it over for a moment. "Can make a speaker, probably," he responded. "Will need to examine your strange hardware, but should be possible."
"WILL HELP" was quickly emblazoned on the ground. Flames spawned from Brooklyn's blowtorch had latched onto the grass and were multiplying.
Great, thought Red, looking up at the watery planetoid, which seemed much farther now that he knew he couldn't make it there on his own. Now how to get there?
Red's mech rotated to face Brooklyn. Although he tried to do it slowly in order to keep from agitating the lobsters in the tank any further, they were already so frightened from the breakout that there was little hope of them calming down any time soon. He nestled the tank irritably, glancing around at the planetoid Brooklyn had pushed him towards. It seemed harmless enough, covered with grass upon which a flock of sheep was grazing peacefully, but it wasn't the watery one he'd been aiming at. Even more irritating, judging by the embarrassing dead-in-the-water moment he'd just had, his mech's legs weren't strong enough to push him between planetoids, making travel to the watery one a tricky proposition. Although, he thought, happening upon a burst of inspiration, chainsaw that saved me may be capable of effecting travel...will need to study gear for duplication.
"Do not think we have met," Red said hesitantly. Can it even understand me? "Name is Red. Yours is Brooklyn?"
The chainsaw dipped in a manner Red chose to interpret as a yes.
"Thank you for the thrust," he continued. "How does it work?" He paused. "...can you talk?"
Brooklyn responded by drifting down to the ground and starting up her blowtorch, using it to burn crude words into the ground. "W/ ROCKETS - CAN TALK OFCOS"
He decided to put the unknown definition aside for the moment. "Can you help get kin to watery planetoid?" he asked, gesturing with the lobster tank somewhat more forcefully than he intended, scaring the lobsters inside witless as the water in the tank swirled around them. After several moments without any apparent activity from Brooklyn, Red began to wonder if its microphone was in bad shape. "Can repay favor somehow if you want," he added nervously, leery of promising his aid to a flying chainsaw but unable to see any other options just then.
Brooklyn immediately kicked into action, whizzing back down to the ground and torching another question into it. This time the line read "CAN U MAKE SPEAKER" and was followed by a squiggly symbol that Red decided to judge as a question mark based on the context.
Red thought it over for a moment. "Can make a speaker, probably," he responded. "Will need to examine your strange hardware, but should be possible."
"WILL HELP" was quickly emblazoned on the ground. Flames spawned from Brooklyn's blowtorch had latched onto the grass and were multiplying.
Great, thought Red, looking up at the watery planetoid, which seemed much farther now that he knew he couldn't make it there on his own. Now how to get there?
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