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capeandcowl2012-03-10 06:07 pm
ex_engineers208) wrote in capeandcowl2012-03-10 06:07 pm
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[ there's madison, sitting cross-legged amidst the refuse-cluttered maintenence room of the xavier insitute. his hands are up in the air, assembling and reforming a floating, revolving mess of scrap into pipes and wires and setting them down beside them. after a minute of concentration, he speaks. ]
Okay. So, I guess I've been kinda scatterbrained lately. After arrivin' and all and then I got a position and then McCoy went and did the... y'know, the nobly leapin' into the jaws of the law-ion thing. It's all been a big old sensory overload. A-and I've been getting 'Nam flashbacks and bad dreams again. So... yeah. Ha ha.
[ awkward three minutes of silence, chewing his lip while working. then: ]
Not that this is particularly relevant or, well. I sorta-kinda hate it when like, people act all knee-buckin' shocked when their electronics or appliances go all kaput on them after what amounts to systematic abuse. [ his voice takes a slight electrical fuzz when he cranes his neck back in the direction of a microwave in the background. ] No, you're not broken, little guy. It's okay to need a lil' bit of help.
But, yeah. They throw a fit when its transformer comes all undone―I don't want you givin' up on me―after they, I dunno, shove a cellphone in there for shits an' giggles. Maybe if they were the mean type... crickets? Gerbils? A tiny baby in, aaa, a luchador mask out of tinfoil and spoons strapped to their feet? [ a minute passes. he furrows his eyebrows. ] Sorry, I just forgot what I was talkin' about.
Okay. So, I guess I've been kinda scatterbrained lately. After arrivin' and all and then I got a position and then McCoy went and did the... y'know, the nobly leapin' into the jaws of the law-ion thing. It's all been a big old sensory overload. A-and I've been getting 'Nam flashbacks and bad dreams again. So... yeah. Ha ha.
[ awkward three minutes of silence, chewing his lip while working. then: ]
Not that this is particularly relevant or, well. I sorta-kinda hate it when like, people act all knee-buckin' shocked when their electronics or appliances go all kaput on them after what amounts to systematic abuse. [ his voice takes a slight electrical fuzz when he cranes his neck back in the direction of a microwave in the background. ] No, you're not broken, little guy. It's okay to need a lil' bit of help.
But, yeah. They throw a fit when its transformer comes all undone―I don't want you givin' up on me―after they, I dunno, shove a cellphone in there for shits an' giggles. Maybe if they were the mean type... crickets? Gerbils? A tiny baby in, aaa, a luchador mask out of tinfoil and spoons strapped to their feet? [ a minute passes. he furrows his eyebrows. ] Sorry, I just forgot what I was talkin' about.
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