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[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.

[isaymechro]

It's not insanity. It's dedication.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He waves a hand. ] I say tomato, you say to-mah-to.

[isaymechro]

Whatever, dude. If you were a man of science, you would totally get it.

[nostalgiabomb]

Yeah, I guess you geeks move in strange, mysterious, self-mutilating ways that fly way over my head. I'll just stick to shooting and punching things and looking really fucking good while I'm at it.

[ He casts another appraising look around the room and -- the shelves do look good. And while Peter's not bad when it comes to repairs on the ship or MacGyvering stuff together, he doubts he would've been able to manage this as well as Gaige has. ]

Y'know, you should probably take a break. You've been at it for a while.

[isaymechro]

If I'm a geek for building robots, than what the hell are you? Because I'm pretty sure "connoisseur of 1980's pop culture and science fiction" is a fancy way of saying "geek".

[ She follows his gaze, a self-satisfied little smirk on her face. Damn she's good. ]

Is that an offer for lunch I hear?

[nostalgiabomb]

Nah. I'm just cool. [ He shrugs, as if to say that it can't be helped. That he's so cool, that is. ]

Anyway, if you're a fan of reconstituted something-or-others, grub's on me, 'cause that's about all I can manage. If you want actual food, you'll have to grab Drax, and he's in the middle of sparring with Gamora, and he's liable to snap your neck if he's too in the zone.

[ He pushes away from the shelf he was leaning against and heads out. ] C'mon, kid.

[isaymechro]

[ She maintains that he's a total geek, but opts not to bring that up in the face of free lunch. She takes her mask off and sets her tools aside to follow him out. ]

Aye, aye cap'n. Onward to nourishment and no neck-snappage!

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He leads them to the tiny little space they've affectionately called the galley, though it's little more than a square table on one side; a fridge, a stove, and narrow cupboards are housed in a little alcove, and Peter immediately starts digging through what they've got. There's a muffled and pleased, "-- Oh, what the, we have bread?" before Peter calls back to Gaige. ]

Hey, I know I just got your hopes up for that just-add-water crap, but do you want a sandwich instead?

[isaymechro]

Hey, I'm never gonna turn down a free sandwich.

... Y'know, this is a pretty neat place you got here.

[nostalgiabomb]

[ He is INSTANTLY pleased as he starts getting out the fixings for a sandwich. The Milano is his baby, after all. ]

Yeah? Not bad for a former legendary outlaw, right?

[isaymechro]

Yeah. I mean, I can only imagine how cramped it gets with six of you on board, but at the same time it's kinda... I dunno, cozy, I guess?

[nostalgiabomb]

It's not as bad as you'd think. [ He pushes a plate toward her -- it's not a fancy sandwich, by any means, but it's certainly one of the more edible things he can manage. After that, he starts working on one for himself. ]

I mean, yeah, there've been a few times where we've had to pry Rocket off of Drax's back -- I mean that literally, by the way, -- and I can name you at least five times where Gamora's stormed off to punch things in the cargo bay, but, you know. Not so bad, given our collective track record.

I mean, it's probably not too different from when all you bunked together with the Crimson Raiders, right?