He's Going The Distance (Open)

[uber_marionettist]

Who: Dirk Strider, OTA
Where: Goldenrod Rocket Labs
When: Early March!
Summary: If you want to steal some Lapras, you must first.... build a giant robot?
Rating: PG-13 for cursing and Dirk-like behaviour

Dirk's presence in the Rocket labs is pretty much continuous lately. Two full time jobs and a fervent desire to be anywhere but in a shared dorm randomly generated Rocket personnel made his whereabouts something of a guarantee anyway, but with the successful integration of his (un)patented BroPro and PokeGear, he's gotten started working on something specific.

Something... big. Something mechanical, maybe even automechanical. Something with huge cameras for eyes and a head bigger than him.

This is... fine. It's got to be fine because he must have approval for it; he certainly couldn't hide it even if he wanted to.

Most everything is joined to some kind of concave sheet metal layer, and as days and weeks pass, his upper half sometimes disappears entirely into this as he progresses to affixing wires, hard soldering the panels, and occasionally just ripping everything apart and throwing it in big noisy heaps of twisted aluminium and wrenched steel.

It looks like... a turtle shell?

...

(Sometimes, you can even find him sleeping in there...)

Comments

[asmywitness]

What meaning does the gold standard have to an alchemist, sort of thing.

He moves into the lab then, so he can get a closer look at the giant-ass shell Dirk is working on. Gotta say, he's hella curious.

What's with that thing? You going to make a mobile home or something?

Why do so many of my tags to Tyler feel like shitposts

[uber_marionettist]

Rather than wasting his (proverbial) breath, Dirk gives Tyler short nod--the cool, bro's version of 'got it in one,' or any similarly unnecessary verbage.

This? No. Already did one, anyway. Not that I needed one; Carly paid commission and I felt like a challenge.

This is a motherfucking robot.

they just feed into each other's dumbassery so well

[asmywitness]

Amazing, how a man of such verbosity can choose to sum it up in a single gesture. Tyler wonders if it hurt him to do it.

But you know what? Robotics are still a cool enough thing that Tyler is genuinely kind of interested, even if he doesn't particularly show it. He doesn't want to give Dirk the satisfaction.

I suppose if you know how to code, it's not unreasonable to presume you know how to apply that to robots in some way. Is this another challenge or did you just decide you wanted a motherfucking robot for yourself?

[uber_marionettist]

Painful? No. It's the only other way Dirk is capable of approaching the task. It's either all of the words or none of them. Or a single six-word missive that includes at least one profanity.

Those often bear bad news.

Those are the same question. It's something to do, just like planning, preparing, and executing a heist is something to do. All of those things are happening here, in case that somehow wasn't clear yet.

[asmywitness]

The word 'heist' gets his attention (despite the eye-searing orange delivering it), and he raises an eyebrow at Dirk.

So what do you plan on stealing with this one? Something this big, it must either be camouflage or a trap.

He pauses, then adds.

Which is probably the same question again, isn't it. He's getting a vibe.