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silph_co2020-02-02 11:40 pm
uber_marionettist) wrote in silph_co2020-02-02 11:40 pm
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[[Dirk is making a rare video post, partially because he's just completed work on some kind of... something... albeit a something slightly more anime looking and triangular than you're probably picturing it right now. He's wearing it, too. Which is definitely a choice of some kind. There's a lot that's unclear here in the first seconds before he opens his fucking mouth and finally says something.]]
Don't say it.
I'm fully aware of how this looks.
It's a working prototype, it's going to be ugly. Emphasis here on 'working.'
Speaking of working, there's a museum of natural history in Pewter City. I know a thing or two about stealing from those, but I'm going to need hands for that. More than two or four.
[I don't give Carly a literal nod, but I think the figurative one is reasonably well deserved.]
That heist at the Safari Zone was a pretty crude affair--the mechanical equivalent of an unbaited box trap set with a stick and string, or a block of dry ice and a spring-loaded hammer. Frankly, I was really riding roughshod over reality back there, just trampling all over the flimsy fantasy figures of this featured fiction. I'm almost embarrassed about how shoddy my shit was.
Not this time.
[Now that I'm watching a screen, I can tell that having a 360+ view of my surroundings is going to take some adjustment. It's fine if I'm standing still, better if the cameras didn't have to constantly reposition and correct to cover any blind spots, but directional movement of any kind is going to be a real trip.
I intend that not be a literal one.]
I am back on my mastercrafted, flawlessly-tuned automechanical game. I'm operating with nanometric precision.
Which means I'm gonna need a count of heads before I can assemble this thing. You know, so I can allocate those heads to slot into the necessary moving parts.
Don't say it.
I'm fully aware of how this looks.
It's a working prototype, it's going to be ugly. Emphasis here on 'working.'
Speaking of working, there's a museum of natural history in Pewter City. I know a thing or two about stealing from those, but I'm going to need hands for that. More than two or four.
[I don't give Carly a literal nod, but I think the figurative one is reasonably well deserved.]
That heist at the Safari Zone was a pretty crude affair--the mechanical equivalent of an unbaited box trap set with a stick and string, or a block of dry ice and a spring-loaded hammer. Frankly, I was really riding roughshod over reality back there, just trampling all over the flimsy fantasy figures of this featured fiction. I'm almost embarrassed about how shoddy my shit was.
Not this time.
[Now that I'm watching a screen, I can tell that having a 360+ view of my surroundings is going to take some adjustment. It's fine if I'm standing still, better if the cameras didn't have to constantly reposition and correct to cover any blind spots, but directional movement of any kind is going to be a real trip.
I intend that not be a literal one.]
I am back on my mastercrafted, flawlessly-tuned automechanical game. I'm operating with nanometric precision.
Which means I'm gonna need a count of heads before I can assemble this thing. You know, so I can allocate those heads to slot into the necessary moving parts.
VIDEO
You know what? Why not. Jack is probably going to get on my ass [congratulations dirk thanks to you connie freely swears now] if I don't start doing these kinds of things, and I might as well start now.
Also? Sick specs.
CW Doc Scratch, and Connotations
What.
A bike helmet... how old is she?
Is she--fuck, she's a teenager, right? Like eighteen. Not that I'm interested in that way, I mean. Obviously I'm not. Hard no. But there are certain connotations to be avoided. Reputations and proclivities, historically known and well recorded, for girls of a certain age and stature.
Not that way. But definitely like that. In a three foot tall, agelessly handsome and omnisciently witty, cueball-headed being who lacks any kind of genitalia kind of way.
Yeah. Uh.
It's complicated, is what I'm saying. But the connotations are there.]
Uh. How old are you?
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Hence all my comments about how I would rather be in school than doing dirty work for a criminal organization from a children's cartoon.
Did... did you assume I was talking about college or something?
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Sure, let's say that.
Anyway. I might have something for you to do. Might have to pair you up with someone else... actually, yeah. You two can babysit each other, it's perfect.
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Steve. You're talking about Steve, aren't you.
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Good, because I didn't want to have to do introductions.
Think of it as a skills test.
Either you'll figure it out and everything will be fine, or you won't and we'll all end up in prison. Either/or.
I'm kind of hoping for the first one, personally, but it really doesn't matter.
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...still, lugging around that big palooka is going to be a pain. You'll owe me for this.
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If anything, you owe me for thinking of it. I'll put it on your tab.