Prompt: New Friends

[betterthan51]

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

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[quidamling]

[Bayverse Lennox]

*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?

[runyasan08]

[G1 Wheeljack]

*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?

[aprilraven]

[Bayverse Ironhide]

*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.*

[betterthan51]

*He rolls his eyes at the three, gesturing to the pig.*

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.*

[femme4jack]

G1 Spike

*comes wandering in with a basket full of fresh produce from his garden and wild mushrooms to deliver to the shackites, stops when he sees two new humans*

Hola amigos! Name's Spike, your source of health food and brewski.

[betterthan51]

*He eyes the newcomer and his offering, then jerks his head towards fire and then the Shack.*

We have a pig about to go on the fire. You're free to join us, I suppose.

[betterthan51]

*Simmons shrugs.* You're assuming they're familiar with human tolerance levels. And even minimal levels of radiation build up over time. We swapped out the staff in direct contact with the Mega-man project regularly, even though Frosty was shielded like a fallout bunker.

But don't worry about that either. I'm sure the tin cans have figured out that radiation causes damage to non-tin cans and are actively shielding or whatever it is they do. *He continues, trying to sound reassuring, not that it's likely, given what he's just said.*

And figures it'd be the kid who gets out only to fall back in again. *So Witwicky had managed to leave. Interesting. Too bad he couldn't seem to prevent himself from landing up here again. Simmons processes this information while rolling his eyes at Graham.*

Thank you for letting us know you have working eardrums, piecrusts.

((Graham cracker pie crusts. Yes, I know. Not funny :p ))

campfires make better s'mores than pies, really

[he_who_dares]

[Bay'verse Graham]

*he smirks, crossing his legs at the ankles*

Why, you're welcome, Oh Great Bringer of Well-Dressed Bacon. And thanks for reaffirming the fact that my eardrums are in working order.

*Graham jerks his chin at Simmons, contemplatively* Still, I'm betting that cumulatively, you would have had more time spent in and around that radiation, compared to us. And you're still in good working order, from what I can see.

But did anyone bring the marshmallows?

[betterthan51]

I got regular screenings and checkups back home, crackerjack, part of the Sector Seven health package. And radiation exposure tags to clip to my front pocket whenever I had to go near the icicle-bot. And we had just the one robot in custody. Here, they're everywhere. *The ex-agent brandishes his arm to accentuate his point.*

And the chocolate?

[quidamling]

[Bayverse Lennox]

Yeah. Seriously outnumbered. *curiously arches an eyebrow* They are everywhere, but but the other versions even have that same radiation?

*takes another sip of iced tea, prodding at the meat with a skewer, more curious than actually being productive*