RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[sciencetank]

... Are you certain?

[makeshiftwings]

Yes. It's fine.

Um. How are you feeling?

[sciencetank]

Perfectly all right. I don't see what you're so worried about, nothing... nothing at all is... amiss.

[You're slowing down, Percy.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Ahaha, oh dear. ] Come on, let's head back to the room.

[sciencetank]

But I haven't finished cataloging... what... ever it was I was... cataloging.

[makeshiftwings]

The trees aren't going anywhere. We can come back.

[ tug tug come on Percy. ]

[sciencetank]

[Somehow, the tiny girl manages to tug the huge guy along. He doesn't put up much of a fight.]

Very well.

[makeshiftwings]

[ Back up to the room then! And she's nudging him towards the bed. ]

Are you sure you're still feeling all right?

[sciencetank]

Processing power appears to be diminishing at a rapid rate...

[It's wearing off.]

Perhaps I should refuel.

[makeshiftwings]

We discussed this, remember? You're going to take a nap.

[sciencetank]

Yes, yes, very well...

[Excuse him while he stumbles into the bed. And... just sort of falls over onto it.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She'll just reach over and take his glasses off, then ]

You probably don't want to squish these.

[sciencetank]

I could repair them...

[Buuuut it doesn't sound like he's totally conscious at this point.]

[makeshiftwings]

Mm-hm. [ she sets his glasses on the bedside table ] Sleep well, Perceptor.

[sciencetank]

[Congratulations, Angel. You've put the big tank to sleep. He is out cold.]

[Probably for a while.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ A-aw. He's kind of cute.

She watches him a moment, before going off to try and occupy herself somewhere. It isn't long, though, before a nap sounds good to her too. They only have the one bed (didn't really think that trough), so she curls up as far away fro him as possible.

Inevitably, though, she drifts towards the source of heat. ]

[sciencetank]

[He stays out cold for a while. Hours, probably. That's what a caffeine crash will do to a guy.]

[Eventually, though, he drags himself back into consciousness, with a girl draped on him. Odd.]

[So he pokes her. A few times, in the arm.]

[How... kind... of him.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She just curls closer, clutching at his shirt. ] Five more minutes...

[sciencetank]

[He peels her hand off of his shirt.]

... Very well. I'll keep time.

[makeshiftwings]

Hm? [ It seems she's waking up anyway ] Perceptor?

[sciencetank]

You still have four minutes and fifteen seconds left to rest.

[makeshiftwings]

I... what?

[sciencetank]

You asked for five more minutes.

You've three minutes, thirty seconds, left.

[makeshiftwings]

... You don't have to keep track. I don't think I was quite awake when I said that.

[sciencetank]

Well. In that case, there's little need to lie down any longer, is there?