home sweet home? (closed)

[bloodbathing]

Who: Leonard Church and Agents Washington, Texas, and Maine
What: Meetings, reunions, and definitely no awkwardness.
When: shortly after the April intro log
Where: Islet #4, Cottage #3
Warnings: canon typical language


[ What's better than a group of space marines with lots of interpersonal baggage? Plucking them all from different points in time, then shoving them in the same house and seeing what happens.

MINGLE POST. Make your own top-levels, tag around, go nuts. ]

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[motherfucking_ghost]

Suuuuper robot. [He knocks on his helmet.] Good thing we had a bunch laying around Blue and Red bases. Really don't wanna lose this one, though.

[bloodbathing]

[ The Freelancer frowns and nods. He has no idea why Sim bases would have robots laying around, but it is what it is. ]

Need maintenance?

[motherfucking_ghost]

I...no? No. Pretty sure no. It's gotta be no, because if it was yes, this thing woulda broken down ages ago.

Though I guess here, I gotta take a catnap by the magic water to recharge. So. 's kinda like maintenance.

Why, you wanna get all up inside me? At least buy me a drink first.

[bloodbathing]

[ That gets a genuinely startled look before Maine huffs out a laugh. It's a quiet thing, closer to a harsh exhale than full-blown laughter, but his amusement is plain.

Shaking his head, Maine gestures to Church's robotic body. ]

Can't drink.

[ It's said in a teasing tone and followed by a sigh that says, "What a shame!" ]

[motherfucking_ghost]

Huh, you're right. Guess you'll just have to buy me a drink and then drink it yourself. How terrible. Just awful, the work you'd have to put in. Whatever will you do.

[bloodbathing]

[ Maine laughs again. This time, his amused smile lingers. ]

Backbreaking work. Exacting.

[motherfucking_ghost]

I'm a lotta work, but I'm totally worth it.

[Fingerguns. He's definitely fingerguns-ing. Because he's a fucking dork like that.]

[bloodbathing]

[ To say that Church isn't what Maine expected would be an understatement. But, as his amused smile widens a touch, Maine decides that he likes the guy.

The big Freelancer hums a vague sort of agreement, then he gestures with the razor. ]

Break it in.

[ Meaning: he's gonna go shave this awful stubble. ]