The Downside to Down Time

[flunkingspanish]

There was actually a downside to being a super-team sidekick, Paco discovered. Namely that, while the actual cape-types could claim "patrol" or "bad guys" as excuses to take a break from researching stuff, he couldn't.

The city of Austin had delivered the remains of Robotic LBJ to Southie's HQ ("note to self," Paco muttered, "come up with a

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[shes_intense]

"You didn't tell me we had a trophy room." Brenda replied, digging her way through a box of scraps, work gloves on and eye protection pushed up into her hair.

"This thing is such a mess. I know it has to make some sort of ordered logical sense, it's a machine but... ugh."

She dropped a peice of joint into the bottom of its rubbermaid bin with a dull thump and sat back on her heels, turning her head to look at Paco. "We should go work for Batman. He probably pays pretty good don't you think?"

[flunkingspanish]

"Why wouldn't we have a trophy room?" Paco asked. "Trophy rooms provide warm, fuzzy feelings of 'we are succeeding in doing our job of fighting evil'. I just don't know where ours is yet because it's empty."

He poked the computery bit with his screwdriver again, then started trying to figure out how it was connected to the rest of the robot.

"I dunno, I get the feeling if you stand next to Batman for too long, he puts you in a Robin costume. The current Robin might get cranky. Not to mention the commute would suck."

[shes_intense]

"Well, it might be an okay commute for me depending on what school I get into for university, but I feel you on the Robin costume thing." Brenda replied, picking up the box she'd been pawing through and bringing it over to the map of enormous robot bits they'd laid out on the floor.

There was a liberal coating of rust on most of it thanks to Zach's spell but the big parts had been easy to place, it was all the little ones that were tough to figure out.

"Do these look like knuckles joints to you?"

[flunkingspanish]

"You're thinking about going to college in Gotham?" Paco asked incredulously. "Were you thinking about moving into student housing built on an Indian burial ground too?"

He abandoned his computer-bit for the moment and carried another box of pieces over to the map.

"Sure, why not? It looks like there's enough of them, and they're not big enough to be knees or elbows." He thought for a moment. "I suppose they could be knees and elbows, but it was a giant robot Lyndon B. Johnson, not a giant robot Lyndon B. Johnson spider-monster."