rise and shine! it's 7AM! ( open | incomplete )

[mrcharlatan]

Characters: mrcharlatan and you!
Setting/Location: All over the Caravan
Date & Time: Day 16, starting around 6AM~7AM
Warnings: PG-13 for a foul mouth?
Summary: The transportation has arrived! So your local mechanic checks them all out and goes to rouse the Caravaners to get them moving.

Comments

trying to remember where I am...nnn...somewhere in the North tower where there are MANLY MEN

[justice_by_coma]

In the world, tehre are various disgusting people who need only five hours of sleep, and wake at the crack of dawn. Gau is one such person. Fortunately, this morning, he was busy working on his notebook, and documenting events and "suspicious things" off his junogram in his own personal shorthand, cramming it into his notebook.

He heard the banging mechanic quite early on. It didn't connect that there was a reason to this until the door was being nearly knocked down, and someone even more irritable-sounding than Gau on his bad days at the peak of awkwardness, was banging door to door demandingly.

Gau jumped, the composed himself, packing his bag quickly, with junogram, kunai, slipping his notebook into what...looked rather like a plastic bag, to him. Gau gingerly poked Finn in the toe with his pen. (Ah. He'd have to leave these behind. Maybe one...in the bag...everythign neat and tidy...any of value hidden just in case...)

"Hudson-san!" he hissed, poking and nudging gingerly at one of Finn's exposed feet, jamming his...obviously homemade, hand crafted with love and painstaking future humiliation HAT onto his head, tugging the knitted ear flaps down, "I think we need to get up!"

Dango, dango...where were his dango? Someone might get hungry on the way down, and the food might be affected by the poisonous poppie fumes...

Ah! Scarf for Yoite...yes, yes, yes...

Ugh. The roommate.

Gau shoved at his arm a little more roughly. "Hudson-san!"

you're so manly gau ;w; /pinches his manly cheeks

[mrcharlatan]

The mechanic was none too pleased, not receiving any sort of answer even though he could hear a good deal of shuffling, footsteps, rustling, and maybe even someone talking-- but his ears weren't too good after sticking his head in things getting started up, banged on, banged up, possibly with gears ratcheting and screeching if they were jammed or chafing without proper lubrication. He hammered on the door again with a tough gloved fist, adding a good kick to the bottom with a heavy boot.

"Come on, already! Get your scrawny asses off the damn Caravan!"

Ouu~ Just because he's not covered in grease, and KNITS, does not detract from innate manliness! XDD

[justice_by_coma]

"COMING!" Gau shouted at the door with one final, annoyed kick at Finn's foot. He opened the door, glowering a little sourly at the mechanic. He didn't like being reminded his ass was scrawny. The pom-pom on the top of his hat stared the man squarely in the face.

"My hulking American roommate won't wake up. He's like this every day." He muttered in an obvious aside.

In Finn's favor, his comatose-sleeping was probably a defense mechanism considering Gau's high-energy restless movement patterns and propensity for waking up at the crack of dawn.

hey, hey. he bathed this week!!

[mrcharlatan]

Charlie wasn't one to talk about scrawny, considering he was fairly short for a grown man. There was some minimen in his blood a couple generations back, which was both a blessing and a curse. The door opened to some weird head covering that the mechanic... chortled at, really. And made no attempt of being polite and apologizing.

"Yeah yeah, okay fuzzball. You want some help getting him up or something, princess? You both need to be gone like ten minutes ago."

I prefer to think Charlie rocks the "Aragorn/Kaylee's LOTR/Firefly lovechild" look...^^;;

[justice_by_coma]

"F-! Fuzzball!" Gau went immediately red, jamming the hat a little tighter over his ears ins self-consciousness. He hadn't had ONE single comment about his hair while he'd been here, yet! Not one! No comments about his "fox-eyes" no comments about his "Natural perm"..nothing! Not until this guy!

And PRINCESS?

He was mortified, then immediately pissed off.

"No, it's FINE. Not unless you happen to have a forklift! AAH! What am I saying?! In this place, forklifts probably run off tiny spiders or something! URGH!" He stalked back, and lashed out, kicking the mattress, bellowing, "HUDSON FINN-SAN, IF YOU DON'T GET UP, I'LL LET THE MAN AT THE DOOR HIT YOU OVER THE HEAD WITH HIS MONKEYWRENCH!"

He shot a glare back at Charlie. "But you WIPE YOUR FEET, first."
Ugh. Shoes! In his spotless room!