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silph_co2018-02-02 09:33 am
gobblewonked) wrote in silph_co2018-02-02 09:33 am
Open!
Who: Fiddleford McGucket, a giant robot, and you -- if you're in Team Rocket, that is.
Where: A large workroom deep underground in the Goldenrod base
When: February 1st-February 13!
Summary: The wages of sin is an improved workspace. The Rocket higher-ups have given McGucket an official directive to build them more robots and the tools and materials to do it. Come see this dirty toothless shoeless genius at work! He's always delighted to have company.
Rating: PG, probably? Is Gravity Falls really ever PG?
McGucket's never had a lab like this.
He's used to piecing his creations together with whatever's available. Even the Gideonbot, with Li'l Gideon's Tent of Telepathy profits backing him, had been made out in the open, and more parts had been scrounged from the junkyard than Li'l Gideon knew.
This is -- this is cavernous. Part warehouse, part lab, part garage, and full of tools the likes of which McGucket's never seen. He's been told in no in certain terms that if there's anything else he needs, all he has to do is ask, and Team Rocket will acquire it.
He picks up a blowtorch. He's a simple man of simple needs.
Anyone wandering around the lower levels of the base will hear loud hammering, the shriek of metal, the grinding of colossal gears, and banjo music. Follow it to the source, and you will find an open door leading to a huge underground room, riddled with cables and catwalks and hydraulic lifts. On the far end of the room, suspended and colossal, is the slowly-growing frame of a metal sea-beast. If you look closely and you're a good guesser, you might recognize the silhouette of a Tentacruel.
If you look even closer, you'll see a spindly man clinging to its underside, his welding mask lit up by the blowtorch in his hands. Come close enough, and he'll notice you, switching the tool off and lifting the mask up off his face with a facesplitting grin.
"Gyeh heh! Been workin' on this robutt so long I almost didn't see I had a visitor! Just a sec."
And, unless you stop him, McGucket shimmies down one of the long cables that dangle from the Tentacruel's frame. If you haven't met him before, brace yourself: he is very old, very smelly, and very friendly.
[OOC note: prose and action are both fine!]
Where: A large workroom deep underground in the Goldenrod base
When: February 1st-February 13!
Summary: The wages of sin is an improved workspace. The Rocket higher-ups have given McGucket an official directive to build them more robots and the tools and materials to do it. Come see this dirty toothless shoeless genius at work! He's always delighted to have company.
Rating: PG, probably? Is Gravity Falls really ever PG?
McGucket's never had a lab like this.
He's used to piecing his creations together with whatever's available. Even the Gideonbot, with Li'l Gideon's Tent of Telepathy profits backing him, had been made out in the open, and more parts had been scrounged from the junkyard than Li'l Gideon knew.
This is -- this is cavernous. Part warehouse, part lab, part garage, and full of tools the likes of which McGucket's never seen. He's been told in no in certain terms that if there's anything else he needs, all he has to do is ask, and Team Rocket will acquire it.
He picks up a blowtorch. He's a simple man of simple needs.
Anyone wandering around the lower levels of the base will hear loud hammering, the shriek of metal, the grinding of colossal gears, and banjo music. Follow it to the source, and you will find an open door leading to a huge underground room, riddled with cables and catwalks and hydraulic lifts. On the far end of the room, suspended and colossal, is the slowly-growing frame of a metal sea-beast. If you look closely and you're a good guesser, you might recognize the silhouette of a Tentacruel.
If you look even closer, you'll see a spindly man clinging to its underside, his welding mask lit up by the blowtorch in his hands. Come close enough, and he'll notice you, switching the tool off and lifting the mask up off his face with a facesplitting grin.
"Gyeh heh! Been workin' on this robutt so long I almost didn't see I had a visitor! Just a sec."
And, unless you stop him, McGucket shimmies down one of the long cables that dangle from the Tentacruel's frame. If you haven't met him before, brace yourself: he is very old, very smelly, and very friendly.
[OOC note: prose and action are both fine!]
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[Sure, this guy is clearly out of his pan, but if he has this kind of talent...]
Don't worry about it, I can help myself.
[He swats McGucket's hand away before rising to his feet, dusting himself off. McGucket may have the cred to make deathmachines, but he doesn't have the right to touch Eridan with his greasy mits. Hell no.]
So—when are these things gonna be up and runnin'?
[he says with the barely restrained excitement of a child asking when he can open his presents on Christmas day.]
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I guess it's cause they didn't think an old feller like me could build a giant doombot! I know I ain't exactly a spring chicken, but that don't mean my roboconstructifyin' days are already over!
[Brightly, as he passes on this helpful advice:]
The secret is to keep in practice!
[McGucket gestures to the skeletal Tentacruel.]
I fig're this one's gonna be ready for some test drivin' come Marchtember!
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Test driwin'? I'm interested.
[Hell yes, he never really got to mess with the deathmachines back home... but here? Hell yes.
Except there was one thing...]
Wait—what the fuck is a Marchtember?
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[Why did he think that was going to answer a single thing? Asking this old coot anything was about as productive as asking a yellow blood who gorged themselves on mindhoney.]
I don't know the names of your human perigees anyways, so whatewer. What's important is that you keep me updated on this shit. Usin' these sorts of machines are in my royal and kickass blood, and to keep me out of the loop is a grawe insult.
[PLEASE LET HIM USE THIS MACHINE, PLEASE OH PLEASE OH PLEASE!!]
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