Prompt: New Friends
New Friends
*Simmons is thinner, his already wiry frame gone even rangier from his time off in the wilds, and he's tanned but not uncomfortably so. Living in Nexus strangely agrees with him, physically at least. The solitude and the distance he can put between himself and the nearest living soul is calming even, although the man is determined not ( Read more... )
*Simmons is thinner, his already wiry frame gone even rangier from his time off in the wilds, and he's tanned but not uncomfortably so. Living in Nexus strangely agrees with him, physically at least. The solitude and the distance he can put between himself and the nearest living soul is calming even, although the man is determined not ( Read more... )
*glances up from his perch on an armrest where he's rolling a black stone around in his palm* Hmm, most people just waltz in. Rare for someone to... well, that wasn't a knock, more like a halfhearted attempt at a battering ram.
*the Ranger jumps down then heads to the door, opening it and staring at the man he finds on the threshold*
Simmons? *Will's eyes widen - oh shit, the the former S7 man's finally lost it, he's carting around a corpse*
Hey. How've you been? Can I, uh, help you?
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*Loud noises, explosions, strange things to keep you up in the middle of the night - those were out of place here. But something attempting to kick down a door, it was enough to stop Wheeljack from working on something in the kitchen, and peeking around the corner.*
Woah. Who's the guy with the dead pig attempting a B-and-E? You know you're supposed to wait until everyone's gone, right?
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*Comes out of his room at the odd thumping sound; not Sunshine throwing something at his twin, too quiet for a lab disaster, not Sam tearing the kitchen apart looking for food, and he really really hoped that wasn't Mikaela running into the door while attempting another flight test with her jetpack.*
Who's making that- *he stops and stares at Simmons and his- what the Pit?*
....Do I want to know why you're hauling a dead animal around?
*he has to ask, and yes, he realizes he's leaving himself wide open for the usual Simmon's snark, but he already thinks the Agent is toeing the line of insane. This possibly puts him right over it.*
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Hi, my name is Simmons and I'm your fellow inmate in this merry little hellhole. Thought I'd come by and be social. Even did the traditional thing and brought you, at least the human section of 'you', something edible.
*Folding his arms, Simmons smirks at their faces.* What? Never seen a dead pig before? Or did you think your pork chops grew shrink wrapped on trees?
*Please, for the love of his sanity, let these robots not be like the squeamish 'ew it's dead' airhead he ran into before. Well, the black one probably would have shot the blue one, but the Robot of Christmas over there looked like it came from the same place as the blue wonder.*
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*He took a bit longer than the rest to make it to the door, having heard the 'knocking' and chatter from the basement, and peeks around Ironhide to see the human with his... 'gift'. Optics widen slightly and he stares at Simmons before his doors start to sink down and he asks in a rather meek voice*
Did... did you... kill it?
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*he chooses not to look a gift... pig from a slightly crazy New Yorker in the mouth, and shoos off the robotic contingent*
*particularly the youngest, thin patience not up for dealing with Special Hell today* Alright, big mechanical lookie-loos - relax. Simmons checks out. Yeah, Blue, humans have to hunt and kill their food.
*looking back at Simmons with a head tilt* So that's how you've been surviving solo out in the wilds? Damn, not bad. So... showing up with the main course a way of suggesting a luau?
*admit it, the Ranger is impressed*
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*makes her way into the common area from her bedroom to see an assembly has gathered around a visitor. it’s... Simmons! she lives for the snark, so she’s entirely delighted (that, and she’s probably glad to see he’s alive and well too.)*
...We’re having a luau? Seriously? *something tells her this is too good to be true, but she's still happy to have a visitor who happens to bring food along. no cooking for her!*
Uhm, can I get you a drink... Agent? Will?
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My dad was a jerk, but he was a prepared jerk. *He unfolds his arms and grabs his pole drag again.* One of my traps picked this baby up. It's too big for me to finish before it spoils, and there aren't any freezers in the wilderness. No salt either, or I'd have turned it into ham and bacon. Thus, I bring it over to the folks who would also appreciate a dead pig.
*And no Madsen, you're not dreaming. Really, would you want Simmons to show up in your dreams? Even if the man can produce a pig and then cook it for you? The drink sounds good though.*
What have you got.
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*He turns and urges the Datsun back into the main room* Humans need fresh food like we need fresh energon, Blue. Let's let him in.
*He'll explain 'cycle of life' later, or maybe ask Maggie. How Bluestreak missed the dwindling number of grown chickens out behind the Shack, Ironhide will never know, but that bit of news is probably better coming from Maggie*
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*Drops his doors somewhat sheepishly and moves back as he's nudged, offering a slight huff of his vents*
Well I know they have to, I mean I've seen you eat the fish and all but ... that's... a bit different from a fish. I mean, it's almost as big as a dog, and you like dogs, don't you? And I have to wonder, if you'll eat this kind of animal, why you won't eat other kinds of animals or why only certain parts of the world do like only some people eat lizards and Spike says that some parts of the world even eat other humans and if a human has a pet cow, then why will he not eat the cow that's his pet and still eat all the other cows? It just doesn't make very much sense to me to befriend your food like that but then Energon doesn't really have a lot of personality and...
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*patiently listens and then tries to sum up as best he can*
Blue. Just because people like hamburgers, doesn't mean they want to meet the cow, or in this case, the pig.
For everything else, two words, cultural differences. Go find a Jazz, any Jazz, and they'll explain everything to you.
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*Carefully stepping around the humans and away, Wheeljack chuckled at Ironhide's "solution".*
Or we could just sit him down and have him watch The Lion King. Worked for little kids before, right?
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*doors perk curiously*
The Lion King? Is that a Disney? We're going to watch a movie? Yay! I love movies! Can we watch Toy Story too? Buzz is my favorite - 'To Infinity and Beyond!' Not really quite as catchy as 'Autobots, Transform and Roll Out' but it's a lot more awkward to quote Optimus isn't it?
...hey wait, I'm not a little kid, 'Jack.. =< ...but can we watch it anyway...?
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*Well. Apparently, he'd found something that triggered a mini-Blue rant. Touche, Bluestreak. With a chuckle, he shrugged.*
A movie might not be a bad idea, actually. Since I think the human might bitch and moan a bit if we hung around?
*Touchy human. Although his brand of insanity was particularly amusing, really. Wheeljack couldn't keep himself from lauging at the gunner's pout.*
Prove me wrong, mechlet. Beside me, you are a kid, or did you forget how old I am?
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Should we ask Maggie if we can use her movie collection? She's got all sorts of movies in it - Cartoons and Kung Fu Movies and Action movies and there's this one called Iron Man about this human who wants to be a robot... or... s-something like that... and he's got this glowy thing on his chest and he tries to fly but his boots kinda malfunction and he goes spiraling off and hits the wall really hard and-- *snickers*
*Tilts his head a bit, something of a smirk in place, and gently nudges against Wheeljack with his shoulder*
Just because you're an old, old mech doesn't make me a sparkling except by comparison. *giggles*
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... Not sure about the pork chops growing on trees, but I recall one instance, at least, where we had spaghetti trees. *completely straight-faced* They didn't do so well in the British climate, unfortunately.
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