I may be greasin' the wheels in a noisy factory...

[hvymetalheroics]

CHARACTERS: Megamind and whoever is going to scream at him for 'scavenging' and 'nest building' in engineering.
LOCATION: THE EVIL LAIR -- or rather, it's tiny sibling-- in Engineering.
WARNINGS: Megamind is going to troll you.
SUMMARY: Megamind has been staying away from people, for the most part. This is why. He's finally getting to a place where

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[gofor_theoptics]

Most of the other engineers might not have noticed Megamind moving about, but certainly someone other than her must've been concerned about the -- noise. And the light ... and the heat, judging by her omni-tool's readings.

It was habit to let her combat drone scout out the view, so soon enough Chiktikka vas Paus was hovering, attempting to push itself into the little nest while Tali let it relay information back to her.

Hm.

[hvymetalheroics]

Oh, hello.

Megamind stops with his welding, peering through his smoked-glass lenses and... didn't know what the hell that thing was. Putting his goggles up onto his brow, he peered.

He peered some more. Finally, he reached out and grabbed one of the pieces of ribar that he'd fashioned out of some 'scavenged' paneling, and poked it.

"...ollo?"

[gofor_theoptics]

The drone seems to take offense to this, and gives the rebar (and Megamind in turn) a little shock.

Tali, somewhere below, lets out a quiet chuckle. Well, at least she has a better idea of what's going on. She picks up her communicator and sends out a message to communicators in a very local area -- just a few feet around her. It should catch Megamind and hopefully nobody else.

Do you have nightmares sleeping in your designated room or something?

[hvymetalheroics]

Welp, served him right. He dropped the rebar and sat back on his haunches, giving the drone a dirty look-- until his communicator went off. Huh.

Eyeing the drone, he took it out, chanced a glance at it -- and then realized he wasn't alone at all. A drone was one thing, but this? This was a person where he was!

Scooting away from the drone, he went to the edge of the platform he'd built among the catwalks and peered down; ah. Well, at least it was a fellow alien! And she ...had a drone. Maybe they had more in common then he realized!

That's a very personal question. Suffice it to say that I don't like sleeping in small, assigned rooms designated by numbers.

Too much like prison.

[thats_asbestos]

There was another man on the search for a lair, or rather he was just on a search for anything interesting since The Tranquility was mammoth, begged to be explored, and not at all unlike Aperture. ...Except Cave didn't own this place. He could certainly act like it though, especially after picking up a most unfortunate core-turned-human and now his personal assistant for everything

[fourpartplan]

If there was one good thing that had come out of his recent appointment as Cave Johnson's Brand New Personal Assistant, it was that he was getting a lot of walking practice in.

Wheatley still wasn't very good at it, of course, and found himself tripping and stumbling more often than not as he tried to keep up with Cave, but MAN this was hard. Made doubly hard, of course, by the fact that the CEO seemed to want him remembering an awful lot of things. He imagined it would be easier if he could write things down, but that whole affair had proved to be an incredible struggle. FINGERS, MAN.

"Yes, Mr. Johnson."

Keeping track of the more puzzle-inclined crew members, at least, was one thing he had done, simply by virtue of itching to proctor some tests again (ha ha). Besides, the faster they got some semblance of Aperture running, the faster they could work on putting him back in his proper body.

"Made a note of quite a few, actually. Well. Not a physical note, seeing as, uh. Me. Writing. Is still a bit of a work in progress, but I

[hvymetalheroics]

There was a rattilng above them. Clank-clank, over catwalks and struts; this place really liked it's flying buttresses, even in a space that didn't really need that sort of thing. But Megamind had chosen well; he could hear most anything that was going on in the area below him up here.

"Hey!" he called down. "Go find your own lair! This one's mine!"

Territorial? Of course. What super-villain isn't. Already he was grabbing hold of one of the ladders and sliding down it, feet braced and his gloves protecting his hands. Little by little he was mixing parts of his costume (like his gloves and boots) with his 'generic suit'.

At least he had the good sense to hide most of the gloves under his sleeves, though. Spikes tended to advertise villainy. Besides, they were short and pretty blunt.

[thats_asbestos]

Suddenly! Blue men! Well, not the first strange looking individual he had encountered on this ship, and probably not the last. Appearances and whatever names Wheatley were about to list off were quickly cast aside in favor of what this very blue person was prattling on about so defensively. Cave took a gander around his nest of metal and scaffolding.

Clearly, in-progress metal nest. "You sir, are a very ambitious individual. If I had any interest in your lair I'd buy it from you, bury it underground and pay you to build a bigger and better one on top. For science, of course."

That said, Cave was interested in his lair as it was more interesting than anything else he had come across yet, evident by his wandering eyes.