We can put a little tiny fridge in there somewhere [Active/OPEN]

[itsasecretmecha]

Characters: Franky, onlookers
Time:  All day
Location: Lake Michigan lakefront
Content: A true connoisseur in the craft of building will not be satisfied with common hotels.
Format: Prose
Warnings: Standard Franky fare

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[wantsaporsche]

A gigantic blue-haired cyborg wearing no pants was extremely noticeable, even with the influx of strange creatures that roamed about Chicago. A gigantic blue-haired cyborg wearing no pants, carting around a ransom worth of a building materials in the middle of the rain was even more so. Alice, not one ever to let things simply passed, was curious as to what he was up to, and followed him all the way down the beach, black umbrella in tow.

She took up perch on one of the rails the separated the beach from the sidewalk, watching him with infinite amusement.

[itsasecretmecha]

Franky had been the man who had refused to wear even the barest covering of his legs during a blizzard in the middle of a frozen wasteland, so a little bit of water certainly wasn't going to slow him down when there was work to do. The biggest disadvantage was that it made the sand a bit muddy to deal with, and that was what setting in a stone base was for.

However, now that Franky had an observer to his work, that meant he needed to make a show of it, which was never something he minded. With the girl on the side watching, the massive man bore a wide grin and began striking poses from one movement to the next, turning making a foundation for a home into a peculiar dance routine set to unheard music.

"Ooh, ahh, try not to get too jealous up there, girlie--at least, save it for later, yeah! It's a lot to take in, I'm sure, but I assure you, I'm barely getting started!" One might have assumed he was talking about his dubious definition of dance moves, when really he was more boasting about the start of his building.

[wantsaporsche]

Alice wasn't quite sure what to think about this spectacle in front of her, only that it was perhaps the most outlandish thing she had seen in nearly a century.

"I've got plenty of time," she murmured underneath her breath as he continued striking poses.

[itsasecretmecha]

Outlandish was perhaps the best possible adjective to use in regard to Franky, or at least the best that didn't seem derogatory. Franky liked those kinds of labels best.

Interesting that she kept around instead of yelling at him to put on pants or call him a weirdo, but it sure as heck wasn't something Franky was going to complain about. If the lady liked the show, who was he to stop her? Still grinning and giving rhythmic grunts in time with his poses, the cyborg went about his work, making it as much a show for her as it was for his own personal amusement.

[scarfandknives]

[itsasecretmecha]

Now, Franky had made a particular effort in keeping busy, and in his absorption for the work he didn't even notice the next onlooker to his in-progress masterpiece. She was early yet, but she was coming along well.

It was only when he took a moment to look over his blueprints, and make sure everything was in order (they, of course, were), that he decided it was a fair time to grab a bottle of cola. Tilting his head back to drink from the woefully small bottle, the cyborg finally caught sight of the spectator. He raised an eyebrow, smirking. Yeah, that's right, his baby was an attention-catcher already. He couldn't blame the kid for stopping to stare.

"Hard to avoid looking at a real craft, huh? Can't blame ya. Just wait until she's finished, you're beatin' the crowd."

[scarfandknives]

[itsasecretmecha]

At the kid's comment, Franky laughed. "You ain't been living in the right places, kid! I been building that shit since I was half your size." Most of them hadn't worked very well. But technicalities.

He gave his blueprints a fond pat of the hand. "Though, that ain't what this baby is gonna be." He paused, and considered. "Yet. Might be able to install something in the shed." To be fair, the place was already going to have weapons installed. That was a given. But upgrading for Sea King battle seemed a logical choice. He gave a shrug of his rounded shoulders. "But nah, right now I'm just workin' on gettin' a proper place to stay. Can't handle all these wizards and whatever."

[iamaman_punch]

Linkara had taken some much needed time and radio silence to calm down. He'd thought he'd had a pretty thick skin - as an internet reviewer and a comic book fan and a friend of the Critic, he needed one. He still wasn't sure how Franky had managed to get under his skin so badly, but damn if he hadn't needed a break.

At least he was well-rested. He and Aqua had discovered that Sleep spells did indeed prevent the nightmares. Having something actually go his way - and feeling well-rested - was a welcome change in this city. He'd gone for a walk, staying away from the part of town he'd last seen Mechakara in and instead headed for the lakefront.

He was not expecting to see Franky there. He was especially not expecting to see Franky building...something. He couldn't tell what. After a few seconds of staring, he turned to leave. Yeah, he didn't really want to deal with this right now.

[itsasecretmecha]

While Linkara was finally getting some much-needed rest, Franky had gotten no respite from the frustration of the dreams; not only did he not really know any of the magic users in the city well enough to even hear about dreamless sleep, there was the ever-present issue of how well magic worked along with Franky's unique anatomy.

But while Franky had only gotten more tired over the days since their argument, the cyborg was also using this opportunity of building in order to ease himself out of the stress; few things got the man in a better state of mood, and let him think more clearly than when he was working with his craft. So, when he caught sight of Linkara--just as the kid was turning away--he gave a low sigh, and called out.

"Oi, Hat." He waved a hand, urging him closer. "C'mere. Let's talk. Proper."

[iamaman_punch]

For a split second, Linkara considered acting like he hadn't heard the cyborg and keeping on walking. It would've been a dick move, though, especially since Franky sounded like he actually wanted to talk this time and not just sling insults.

He turned back around, facing the cyborg. He was really, really tempted to make a sarcastic comment. It would be easy...but it didn't look like this was going to be that sort of conversation. "Okay, fine." He moved closer to the cyborg and whatever he was building.

[itsasecretmecha]

Franky could see the moody hesitation in Linkara's stance, which was honestly as much as he could expect. But the guy still responded to his call, and that was good enough for him. He half-turned back to his work, still keeping an eye on the kid.

As Linkara moved closer, Franky could see that the bruises were fading. He chewed at the inside of his cheek. "You're doin' better. Good to see." He frowned as he popped out a hammer from the box in his arm, before shaking his head. "Listen, man, it ain't like I don't see where you were coming from. I get it, all right? Don't change that seein' you messed up hurts me just as bad."