paranoid android [OPEN]

[letme_drive]

WHO: Matt Bluestone & OPEN
WHERE: Downtown, outside of a Starbucks. OH BOY COFFEE.
WHEN: Sunset. Sure.
WARNINGS: None!
SUMMARY: Matt is making notes of EVERYTHING POSSIBLE while researching the network. In the meantime, it is entirely possible for him to see some interesting people. [This is essentially an excuse for him to use his Sight of

Comments

have an idiot... unless you'd rather a demon or a robot

[igotsawarhammer]

Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake. Cake.

This coffee place had good cake. Nonono, it was great cake, and it was all swirly looking in the middle and it TASTED LIKE CHOCOLATE. It was almost as good as his shampoo/steak sauce from back home in Endsville.

Paying for his cake slice - and a few cookies - Billy makes his way outside hopping up on one of the chairs. Putting down his cake and cookies on the table, trying to decide what to eat first. Hmmmm chocolate, or chocolate?

Finally deciding on the cake, he takes a huge bite-- wait. WAIT. There is something he should have noticed. Something different. Something that he saw.

What was that something?

...

HOLY CRAP, THERE WAS ANOTHER PERSON SITTING AT THIS TABLE.

"...HI I'M BILLY!"

an idiot is fine too.

[letme_drive]

Oh no. Ohhhh no no no.

He remembers this voice. Therefore, he remembers this kid. And... all right, it's not as if he hates kids, but he's not. That great with them. Honestly, he'd get an award for worst babysitter ever.

So he stares down at the kid.

And stares a bit more.

"...Hiiii," he says slowly.

i will spare your sanity and give you a demon later. when i have a brain.

[igotsawarhammer]

Billy just smiles, staring back up at the clearly grown up person.

That smile does not seem to be going anywhere, even as he stuffs another piece of cake in his mouth. Never talk to strangers was a rule that never really got through to Billy. Not unless he was constantly being reminded of it. And that last time that happened was with the bread-fairy-elf-gnome. Bread sounded good about now.

Deciding that it's getting too quiet, Billy quickly holds up one of the cookies. "Do you wants a cookie?"

my eyes of truthiness can see an IDIOT

[letme_drive]

Why is this child talking to him? Why. Really, he wonders even more where this kid's parents are. Or why he has a huge, pink nose that looks hideously abnormal.

Matt sighs a little. There are worse things, he supposes.

"No," he replies. "I have, uh. A scone. Look, aren't your parents around somewhere?"

y halo there princely boy

[letme_drive]

Although Matt is indeed an observant individual, the fact that he sees Mytho not as a boy without shoes but as a boy with a cape and crown -- like some sort of... prince -- makes this unusual.

This city. Really. What is with this place.

Still, the boy looked like he was just wandering, and he does immediately assume it's just a costume.

"Hey," he calls out, a bit hesitantly. "You lost?"

s'all good

[letme_drive]

He stands. Suspicions or no, it is his duty to assist others. Protection.

"Where are you headed?"

YOUR ILLUSIONS ARE NOTHING TO MY TRUTHINESS. also, gonna say this is pre-mytho.

[letme_drive]

Strange day, but he's expecting it'll stay strange no matter what he does. So many unusual beings in this city, conspiracies, and whatnot. A bit mind boggling.

He sighs and continues on his hunt through the network, then. Stops.

Something catches his eye.

Matt looks up and stares at the little girl at a table, with a creature muttering into her ear.

Why wasn't anyone reacting to--?

Hn.

space robots are more prone to getting coffee.

[loltraitorlol]

It was said that Starscream lived on curry and coffee, and it was probably true. He usually stopped somewhere to get coffee on the way back from work, though usually he tried for smaller, quirkier places than Starbucks. In a pinch, though...

Striding into the shop, he ordered four shots of espresso, black, and ooh, perhaps one of those cheesecakes and yes, how about a sandwich as well, and then stopped himself before he ended up spending too much money. Not that money was much of an object to him anymore, but even so.

Taking his food and drink, he went outside to eat. It was a nice enough day that he could sit outside. He was dreading the coming of winter - he could already feel it on the air, and it had been a season he'd hated enough as a Cybertronian. As human, it would probably be even worse.

[letme_drive]

The amount of things for one person that Starscream got was strange enough alone that it would have caught Matt's eye. However.

Seeing a robot walk outside with these things in hand? Even weirder.

Matt's first immediate reaction was standing up out of his seat and stumbling back--

Oh. Right. No one can see them as robots. That's STILL startling, though.

[loltraitorlol]

Starscream looked up from the magazine he'd been reading as Matt stood up and stumbled back, an eyebrow raised. He gave the man a quizzical look, but said nothing.

[letme_drive]

Awkward. Definitely awkward. This is one of those Decepticons, isn't it? By the symbol on the wings.

Seeing a robot sit down with a magazine and food is immensely weird.

Eventually, he sighs and rubs his forehead. "It's nothing. Sorry. I just thought I saw..."

He isn't completely sure being honest is a good idea right at this moment, although he dislikes the idea of just covering himself up.

Still, it's not exactly the best place to be saying he sees someone as a giant robot.

BASED ON A TRUE STORY!

[miraclefusion]

Juudai wouldn't have said he was addicted to coffee by any means, but once in a while it was nice on certain days. Today just happened to be one of those days, it seemed. He glanced around as he entered the shop, notably being followed by a brown, winged fluffball, one that no one seemed to pay any attention to -- likely because most of them couldn't see or hear it.

He ordered only a small cup of coffee and sat down in whatever table he first laid eyes upon, the cherubic fluffball following him everywhere. He glanced up at it briefly, smiling, but said nothing. He tentatively took a sip of his drink... and wasted little time in coughing it back up a bit in surprise and disgust.

"Shit," he cursed quietly in Japanese, wiping up the small bit he'd spilled on the table with a nearby napkin, "that's bitter!"

Apparently he'd never had Starbucks coffee in particular before.

poor foolish juudai. XD

[letme_drive]

...What is with creatures following around someone that no one seems to notice? Perhaps it's a familiar, he supposes. That wouldn't be surprising, really, with all of the strangeness he's come across.

Still, it catches him off guard, but he doesn't understand the Japanese at all.

"...Huh," he murmurs to himself, sitting back and honestly just watching for now, studying the creature following this Japanese stranger.

Moral: Starbucks is hella bitter. D:

[miraclefusion]

Juudai pushed the cup away distastefully, sighing. The sensation of someone else's eyes on him caught his attention, however, and he glanced at the man at the other table, who was apparently eying... Hane Kuriboh?

He blinked for a moment, his eyes turning to the little spirit, who simply blinked in return at him and let out a small trill.

"Um," he tried while standing up slowly, formulating an English response in his head and doing his best with pronunciation, "you can see it, right?"

He didn't care how strange he might've sounded to anyone else in the facility. If there was someone else who could see spirits here for whatever reason, at least, maybe there was a little hope after all.

Yeah, it is. I LIKE IT THAT WAY. 8)

[letme_drive]

The detective pauses a moment, hesitant. Then again, he sees no reason to lie; he despises it, really. Goes against everything he stands for, anyway.

He nods. "Yeah. Uh... what is it, exactly? I've never seen one before. Whatever it is."