Shenanigans!

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[nostalgiabomb]

-- Is this a roundabout way for you to sneak in a jab to call me a monster? 'Cause that's kind of a low blow, and I have access to an airlock.

[isaymechro]

What? No! Also don't be a dumbass. I have welding tool and a killer robot.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He wags a finger at her. ]

Did I or did I not say no unleashing killer robots on the Milano?

[isaymechro]

[ She rolls her eyes and gives an exaggerated, ] But daaaaaaad.

[nostalgiabomb]

You can play with your toys outside. Inside is no place for floating metal death machines. Got it, young lady?

[isaymechro]

But all my friends get to play with their floating metal death machines in the house!

[nostalgiabomb]

And if all of your friends decided to jump into a black hole, does that mean you'd do it too?

[isaymechro]

Fuck no, I got better sense than that.

Which means I should be allowed to play with my robot in the house.

[nostalgiabomb]

Nope, but nice try. Sorry kiddo.

[ GOIN' IN FOR THE NOOGIE. ]

[isaymechro]

[ OH SHIT she was not expecting that, and it makes her mask fall back down over her face as he does it. She flails, trying to shove him off. (She's mindful of her robot arm, though. That thing can smash concrete and the last thing she wants to do is flail it into something vital or easily broken. Like his nose or something.) ]

Aaah! I give already!! Knock it off!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He's got an arm hooked around her neck and is merciless. ]

Not till you say "Star-Lord is the greatest and I won't summon screaming metal murder machines on his ship."

[isaymechro]

In your dreams, asshole!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ The noogies continue--! ]

Don't make me give you a wet-willy, Short Round.

[isaymechro]

Don't make me punch you in the dick with my robot arm, Petes.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He heaves a sign and lets go, keeping both hands up as a sign of no foul play. ]

You're lucky I'm feelin' generous, squirt.

[isaymechro]

[ She holds up her mask long enough to stick out her tongue and flip him the bird with her robot hand, bastion of maturity that she is. With that she flicks the mask- bright yellow, pilfered from a Hyperion engineer who won't be needing it ever again- back down over her face and takes up her welder again. ]

[nostalgiabomb]

[ Peter leans against one of the cases, an elbow resting on one of the shelves, and he watches her work. He waits for a pause in her work before he interrupts. ]

Hey, mind if I ask you a question?

[isaymechro]

[ She lifts her mask again, turning to regard him with one eyebrow arched curiously. ] Suuuure?

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He nods to her robotic arm. ] Mind telling me how that happened? If not I'll shut up and awkwardly back out of the room, if you want.

[isaymechro]

My robot arm?

[ she shrugs. Not like a whole two people on the ECHOnet already don't know ]

Happened while I was building DT. I sliced my arm with some sheet metal- not a big cut, it barely went like, halfway to the bone- and it occurs to me, I could just jet the wound with an Insta-Health and get back to circumventing the Turing chip with a Hecker circuit reintegrator, or I could kill two birds with one stone. See, I could never figure out a good method to quick-summon DT, but as blood began to spurt from the gash in my forearm, I realized it: a cybernetic limb! I could program all of DT's digistruct data into one robotic arm, and use that to summon DT at any time, any place! So I figure, what the heck, and I sliced off the rest of my arm with a particle saw.

And my dad was freaking out and blood's like, going everywhere. But a few hours and a few pints of blood later, I built a metal arm strong enough to smash concrete!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ There's a beat of silence, then, ]

You may just be one of the craziest people I've ever met. And I live with a bunch of maniacs, so that's saying something.

[isaymechro]

Aw thanks, Petes. You really know how to flatter a girl.

[nostalgiabomb]

I mean, you could've made an arm brace or a bracelet or, like, literally anything else.

[isaymechro]

Nah, man. Too much stuff. I was gonna have to carry around a friggin' metal baseball bat if I wanted to be able to summon DT.

[nostalgiabomb]

Christ-- I dunno if I should be in awe of your insane dedication or just. Be afraid. Because you're clinically insane.