And another one of these!

[makeshiftwings]

General musebox post is go! ... Again!

Comment here with a location in the subject line (The Thor, some alien planet, Pandora, etc). You can come up with a scenario or leave your comment blank and I'll do that for you!

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> SOME ALIEN PLANET?

[sciencetank]

[YOU ASKED FOR A SCIENCE TANK.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ The little human and the big, big robot are an odd team, but they sort of ended up together out of necessity. Angel could hardly fend for herself in the wilderness, and, when she'd unwittingly tried to use her abilities on Perceptor himself, it became apparent that she could be useful in procuring the data he was after.

Now if only he'd stop glancing at the metal implants on the side of her skull. Hard not to notice them, what with the way she was perched on his shoulder ]

... I won't be offended if you ask what they're for.

[sciencetank]

Well, that's rather fortunate.

[He doesn't mind her sitting there, while he... takes notes on some giant glowing tree. This data will be important for later. He misses his lab, a decent computer terminal, anything but a data pad with such limited space. But one must make do.]

I'd ever intention to do so, once our situation became significantly more stabilized.

[Like, figuring out how to keep both of them fueled on an alien world.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She cants her head a little, considering this. ] You mean, figuring out what we're going to do for dinner?

[sciencetank]

Din... ah. Yes. Something to that effect, actually.

Since I rather doubt both of our systems are compatible with the same sort of fuel type, the process becomes entirely more convoluted than it would be, were we of the same species.

[makeshiftwings]

What do you eat, anyway?

[sciencetank]

It isn't exactly eating persay, so much as it is refueling. My frame is mechanical in nature, and thus requires a substantial amount of fuel to continue functioning as it should.

[Perceptor, stop talking, that doesn't answer her question.]

But, to answer your question more specifically, and succinctly, energon. Pure energy in liquid or semi-solid form.

THE THOR

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ OOC: IDK it's up to you!! But this month Steve is doing relationship counseling if you want... He might also be walking his dog or holiday shopping or watering his lawn... Or idk doing anything really! ]

[makeshiftwings]

[ It's an odd job, standing outside of a toy store and flying a little helicopter around for show just to sell the darn things. Not that Angel was complaining. Odd, yes, but also sort of fun.

With a light pulse of her tattoos, the little machine rose from her outstretched palm, flying in zig-zag patterns and weaving in and out of passing shoppers. When something that Angel could only assume was the alien equivalent of a dog (belong to what she could only assume was the alien equivalent of a rich bi--- witch) leapt at her little toy, she panicked, sending it careening into the back of Steve's head. ]

[pursuitofcappiness]

[ Steve rubs the back of his head and then turned to look at the offending toy, snatches it up and looks for the flyer.

When he spots Angel with the remote, he marches right up to her... He's not even mad. ]

Is this yours, ma'am?

[makeshiftwings]

Oh, yes! I'm so sorry. I thought that... um, dog, I guess, was going to get it, so I...

I'm not a very good pilot yet.

[pursuitofcappiness]

That's alright. Just be careful where you aim it; I've got a pretty hard head but it's pretty crowded here and there are a lot of kids.

There's a park not too far away, if you wanna practice there.

[makeshiftwings]

I can't exactly leave. I'm... on the clock. [ See, she has a name badge and everything! ]

SOME ALIEN PLANET... that the Thor is currently circling!

[lockednloaded]

[The Planet of the Month was perhaps eerily similar to that of Pandora, but a bit less muted in its color palette. Still, the crags and the dry heat and the unmistakable atmosphere of a not-completely-civilized planet were not unfamiliar to Maya -- nor was the pesky native wildlife that just wouldn't get out of the way--

--of the rented (and a little worse for wear) hovercraft that she happened to be "piloting".

Consequently there's a loud thud and subsequent jolt as some ill-timed four-legged creature becomes... well, roadkill. Any passengers riding with Maya will definitely not have missed that much.

She 'tsks' under her breath and calls back:]

What ever happened to looking both ways before crossing the road?

[Not that there are exactly any roads here.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Angel lets out a little yelp at the sudden noise, clinging to her seat a little harder. Sure, she's seen the way the Vault Hunters- all of them- drive, but this is her first time actually riding with one and not just watching. ]

Maybe you should slow down?

[lockednloaded]

[Slow down, Angel? Surely you jest! This silliness of such a notion is easily heard in her tone, which is both a little dry and a little teasing.]

And why would I do that? [Maya glances over her shoulder at Angel, looking a little amused. (Though she may notice that the hovercraft does slow down just a tiny bit. Of course that doesn't make the bumps and slight jarring any less frequent.)] Too much for you back there?

[makeshiftwings]

No! [ It comes out a little too quickly, and she snaps her mouth shut, shaking her head as she tries to reel in her nerves. She can do this. She's tough!!

Okay, so she can't remember having ever ridden in a ground-based vehicle of any kind her entire life, but she's totally got this. ] I mean, slowing down would help you not run over the wildlife, right?

[lockednloaded]

[Maya is kind enough to not point out the fact that Angel does look a little anxious as they recklessly ride through the terrain, even though it honestly isn't that difficult to tell. She turns her attention back to steering, but still speaking loud enough for her to hear.]

Maybe, but it sure would take longer for us to get there -- and besides, it doesn't seem as if the wildlife is all that friendly, anyway. So what's the loss?

[makeshiftwings]

I guess you're the expert. Normally I just watch this sort of thing.

THOR

[unwillingcalamity]

[This one (actual) angel has a tendency to hang around new arrivals, eager to help out anyone who seems like they need it.]

[Chihaya immediately zeroes in on Angel, and approaches slowly, careful not to alarm her]

Um, hello! Do you happen to need anything?

[makeshiftwings]

[ Which is just as well, because she looks a little nervous. Man, there are a lot of people- and things- around. ]

Me?

[unwillingcalamity]

Mmmhmm!

Oh, um, my name is Chihaya, if that helps. I'm just here to check up on the new arrivals.

[makeshiftwings]

I am one of those, I guess. My name is Angel.

[unwillingcalamity]

[Chihaya smiles!]

That's a really pretty name! You don't happen to be an angel, do you?

[It sounds like a corny joke, at first, but there's an underlying earnestness in the question]

[makeshiftwings]

Not a real one, no. [ Unless this happens to be the afterlife. ]