We need to talk...
Jul. 10th, 2008 02:21 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
very_anti_virus[After this.]
He knows they know she knows we're doomed I'd rather be back in the Games I know how to handle them I'll just bet she's got it all planned out down to the colours of the daisy wheel bouquet Dot's going to have a conniption to end all conniptions when she finds out we don't have link commands.
Babbling all at once was something he'd largely given up hours ago, as just one of the things that made him "Enzo" and not "Matrix". Save for the bear [and the less said about it the better], or perhaps extreme stress [like now], he's never talked like that.
He wasn't, of course.
He was only babbling in his mind.
While pacing about the common room of the apartment he and AndrAIa shared.
Feeling more and more tense; more and more frustrated.
Bob and Dot are home from Underhill I should be happy to see them but seeing them talk so casually about their vacation and then have Bob mention honeymoons...
During his travels with AndrAIa, there hadn't been time for life's simpler pleasures. Or for anything save staying in a system for however long they were able to until the next Game came to take them wherever it would, doing whatever was necessary to help the inhabitants in the meantime until they left—likely for good.
Anything done to signify a formal bond would, by necessity, be brief, containing only the most basic elements before they set off again. And done almost as soon as they were able to. Who knew how long they'd be able to continue like this?
He continued to pace.
Well. They were going to have to discuss this sooner or later...
Looking in the direction of wherever the Game sprite happened to be, he hollered out.
"AndrAIa! How long do you think we could hide out in the Games for?"
He knows they know she knows we're doomed I'd rather be back in the Games I know how to handle them I'll just bet she's got it all planned out down to the colours of the daisy wheel bouquet Dot's going to have a conniption to end all conniptions when she finds out we don't have link commands.
Babbling all at once was something he'd largely given up hours ago, as just one of the things that made him "Enzo" and not "Matrix". Save for the bear [and the less said about it the better], or perhaps extreme stress [like now], he's never talked like that.
He wasn't, of course.
He was only babbling in his mind.
While pacing about the common room of the apartment he and AndrAIa shared.
Feeling more and more tense; more and more frustrated.
Bob and Dot are home from Underhill I should be happy to see them but seeing them talk so casually about their vacation and then have Bob mention honeymoons...
During his travels with AndrAIa, there hadn't been time for life's simpler pleasures. Or for anything save staying in a system for however long they were able to until the next Game came to take them wherever it would, doing whatever was necessary to help the inhabitants in the meantime until they left—likely for good.
Anything done to signify a formal bond would, by necessity, be brief, containing only the most basic elements before they set off again. And done almost as soon as they were able to. Who knew how long they'd be able to continue like this?
He continued to pace.
Well. They were going to have to discuss this sooner or later...
Looking in the direction of wherever the Game sprite happened to be, he hollered out.
"AndrAIa! How long do you think we could hide out in the Games for?"
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Date: 2008-07-12 05:19 am (UTC)He nods, and, with reluctance, lets go of AndrAIa to get whatever they need to bring along. Some of the bags empty, in case they plan to bring anything back.
Like peace offerings. Lots of them.
"Anything in particular you want to bring?" he asks from inside the room.
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Date: 2008-07-12 05:32 am (UTC)"A camera. Oh, and make sure you grab some units. I don't want to have to work for everything again."
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Date: 2008-07-12 05:51 am (UTC)To provide JPGs of the "Glad you're not here" variety, perhaps?
"This will be enough to cover our finances?"
That bag looks to be twice the size of his bicepts. Both of them.
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Date: 2008-07-12 06:04 am (UTC)"Looks just fine."
Her attention returns back to the window and the spluttering binome on the other side.
"Sorry about that Specky; anyway, we should be back in a few days and I- Yes, I know Dot's not going to like this. If she gives you too much trouble, tell her we threatened you, or something. There's no reason to bother her about our leaving tonight; just let her and Bob know tomorrow."
Tomorrow, after they've had a full night to flee.
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Date: 2008-07-12 06:25 am (UTC)The huge bag is set next to the door, and over the course of several nanos, while AndrAIa's giving Specky his instructions, it's joined by the rest of whatever he's packed for their trip.
"If it helps, I could actually threaten you..," is said in-between one of his luggage-carrying trips between room and door. "Then it wouldn't be a lie, would it?"
It's really hard to tell when he's kidding, without having spent a lot of time with him first.
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Date: 2008-07-12 06:43 am (UTC)"Thank you Specky, we'll bring you back something extra nice."
The Game sprite then closes the window, cutting off the continued protests. Her attention returns to Matrix.
"Ready to go?"
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Date: 2008-07-12 06:50 am (UTC)"Yes. Everything we need is ready for us."
Aside from the bag of money, there's about four or five in total.
User only knows what's in that fourth one there.
Then...
"Oh. Hm. I just remembered. Frisket. We should take him along with us. He'd love a trip."
And because you know that dog won't accept care from anyone else. Especially Bob. Willingly.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:08 am (UTC)"Go track him down, then. I'll take these out to the bikes."
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:22 am (UTC)Wherever Frisket was.
The dog sprite had a tendency to go where he wanted, even though most of the time he could be found with Matrix or AndrAIa, or even both.
Which meant it was more than a nano before he came back, Frisket barking happily in tow.
"Chasing nulls. Ten blocks away," is his explanation for taking so long.
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:34 am (UTC)She reaches down and scratches the canine behind the ear.
"Having fun, where you, Boy?"
She straightens again, sauntering over towards their vehicles.
"Shall we head off then?"
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Date: 2008-07-13 06:56 am (UTC)"Yup. No time like the present. Up you go Frisket."
He straddles his own, Frisket settling in behind him, and trying not to rev the engine too loudly. Matrix doesn't want to wake up the neighbours and as a result get everyone's attention until they've managed to clear the system.
"After you, my lady."
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:06 am (UTC)The Game sprite starts her bike, careful of revving her engine as well. Then, with as quiet as a roar the bike can manage, she flies out of the garage.
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:20 am (UTC)Then, when the energy sea is in sight and all the inhabited buildings are behind him, he looks over his shoulder, and shouts,
"Bet I can get there faster than you!"
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:24 am (UTC)She revs her engine, and with a roar, she and her bike whip past Matrix and Frisket.
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Date: 2008-07-13 07:26 am (UTC)Perhaps this trip won't be so bad after all...