((So, I presume everyone else has popcorn in hand?))
*The crashing noise sends him to his feet, looking warily in the direction of the wildly swaying trees. Reaching for his fire, he grabs the long branch he used to stir it and picks it up, the end of it still glowing hot.*
*It had to be an animal coming through the woods (because what robot would bumble through the trees if they could avoid it? It was why Simmons had picked this spot to set up camp, after all), but most small creatures would avoid a fire.*
*walks through the woods, his list in his hands, just going for a walk to get his head clean enough to think about what he needs for his exploration trip (aka camping). The sharp smell of smoke. Head snapping up and he goes in the directon from where the smoke comes. Ah, a fire and there, a skinned ... mammal .... He shudders in disgust. This can only be the campingplace of a human.*
*Another robot. And also blue. Joy. Maybe if he kept quiet, the robot would leave. Fat chance, with the fire going and all. He sighs to himself and responds, sounding vaguely distracted as he turns his rabbit over to cook evenly.*
I'm fine. Just dandy. *He waves offhandedly.* I know exactly where I am.
The Shack is that way. *He points.* The main road is through there. *And points again.* And I have a rabbit on a fire, soon to be eaten. *He gestures to his fire.*
*You'll have to forgive Inferno, Simmons, the crazy ant has a magnetic attraction to smoke and fire. He has no interest in your rabbit or your perfectly justified paranoid rambling. He just wants to sit and watch the fire burn.*
*lifts his gaze to Simmons, tilting his head to the side* Despite the number of existential and philosophical responses such a question could evoke, I am going to assume you mean "Why are you here now?" The answer is simple; you have a fire and I like fire. I like the heat it gives off, I like the smell of the burning wood, and I like watching the flames flicker and dance.
*Oookaay. As long as the robot keeps his hands to himself and stays on the other side of the flames, Simmons really can't be bothered to chase him away. Not that he can chase away several tonnes of metal that doesn't want to be chased away, but it's the principle of the matter.*
Out for his daily Happy Flight, Copter is flying nap of the earth when he sees.... Oh great. Another human he recognizes. Not Lennox, he of the 'have a grenade in your spark chamber', but...another not-so-special old friend. He had downloaded a whole file on him in Qatar.... And awww, he looks crabby.
Bout time copter got to enjoy someone else's misery. Had plenty of his own.
Hey there, Agent NBE-fun.
(OOC: Feel free to ignore him if you want.Copter's just trying to be sociable! And I <3 your simmonsnark!)
*It's hard to be afraid of a robot whose autopsy included the line: 'Shot in the crotch'. There had been snickering, even though the writer of said report had been officially reprimanded.*
I can see that, Copter Obvious. Considering we're in an alternate dimension, subject to the whims of a faceless, all powerful entity, I'm not all that surprised to see you here, making the surroundings a less happy place.
*He tears off a rabbit leg and bites into it.*
And I highly doubt Sector Seven is behind all this. Therefore, even though I have many bones to pick with them, my current situation and lack of s'more makings are not one of them.
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[Driving around, looking for Optimus, who is lost again. Or probably lost, anyway. Comming him would be too easy, of course.]
[Drives closer to investigate the fire.]
[Scrapes a bunch of trees in the process.]
[Stupid trees.]
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*The crashing noise sends him to his feet, looking warily in the direction of the wildly swaying trees. Reaching for his fire, he grabs the long branch he used to stir it and picks it up, the end of it still glowing hot.*
*It had to be an animal coming through the woods (because what robot would bumble through the trees if they could avoid it? It was why Simmons had picked this spot to set up camp, after all), but most small creatures would avoid a fire.*
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[Where was he g--]
[Right, the fire.]
[Transforms, spins around till he sees it again.]
[Almost there...]
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Oi! Big, blue and bumbling! Don't go tearing down the whole forest just to get to me already.
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Hello there?
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What do you want?
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I only wanted to ask if you are here outside willingly ... or are you lost and need help?
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The Shack is that way. *He points.* The main road is through there. *And points again.* And I have a rabbit on a fire, soon to be eaten. *He gestures to his fire.*
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*You'll have to forgive Inferno, Simmons, the crazy ant has a magnetic attraction to smoke and fire. He has no interest in your rabbit or your perfectly justified paranoid rambling. He just wants to sit and watch the fire burn.*
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And why are you here?
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*lifts his gaze to Simmons, tilting his head to the side* Despite the number of existential and philosophical responses such a question could evoke, I am going to assume you mean "Why are you here now?" The answer is simple; you have a fire and I like fire. I like the heat it gives off, I like the smell of the burning wood, and I like watching the flames flicker and dance.
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Fine. Sit there. Oogle the fire all you want.
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Out for his daily Happy Flight, Copter is flying nap of the earth when he sees.... Oh great. Another human he recognizes. Not Lennox, he of the 'have a grenade in your spark chamber', but...another not-so-special old friend. He had downloaded a whole file on him in Qatar.... And awww, he looks crabby.
Bout time copter got to enjoy someone else's misery. Had plenty of his own.
Hey there, Agent NBE-fun.
(OOC: Feel free to ignore him if you want.Copter's just trying to be sociable! And I <3 your simmonsnark!)
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*A robot he recognises. Not that it brings him any joy. He pokes his fire, not looking up as he drawls.*
Copter-thing. Didn't we kick your behind in Mission City? I remember some report about your carcass and the ocean. *A snort.*
As if we didn't pollute the environment enough with regular garbage, we have to dump alien garbage in the sea too.
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Awww, look at this whole Wild Man set-up. Fire and everything. Like Simmons thinks he's a manly-man. Super cute.
Blackout lands and transforms, standing what he hopes is uncomfortably close to Simmons.
Oh yeah. About that. Just like all your government reports, seems there are a few...inaccuracies. Like, you know....I'm kinda not so dead.
So, Agent. How's Sector Seven treating you? I see they really sprung for the luxury accommodations here. Slag. I mean, not even stuff for s'mores.
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I can see that, Copter Obvious. Considering we're in an alternate dimension, subject to the whims of a faceless, all powerful entity, I'm not all that surprised to see you here, making the surroundings a less happy place.
*He tears off a rabbit leg and bites into it.*
And I highly doubt Sector Seven is behind all this. Therefore, even though I have many bones to pick with them, my current situation and lack of s'more makings are not one of them.
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One man...alone in the wilderness.
*Ravage is out prowling and decides to check out the fire and whatever that awful smell is.*
If it ain't Sector 7's little errand boy..
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Uh oh. You're gettin' all dramatic on me.
*Ravage feigns seriousness and toys with the bone Simmons points just to aggravate him.*
Why is Simmons out here by himself?
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*He drops the bone and goes back to his rabbit, removing another leg.*
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