let me finish up here and i'll be over in a jiffy with some for you!!
[ Did you want company? No? Too bad. America is cutting his fun time short to come see you. Isn't that thoughtful? And he's bringing taiyaki. Robotnik better not be doing anything embarrassing or.. top secret right now. How does he know where he lives? A Mystery. ]
No, that's okay. Don't worry about it. I'll be fine. I'll just get some from somewhere else.
[He soon realizes that's not going to work and he's going to actually come over which raises a hell of a lot of questions, like does he actually know where he lives? Should he just make sure to never tell him so he doesn't get visitors?
Should he clean up all of the various mechanical parts and machines in varying states of finished and sex toys he has lying around the place?
Nahhhh, it'll be fine. And right now all he's doing is working on some kind of machine of unclear usage, so it's no big deal.]
[Welp. Here's his visitor. He opens the door of his apartment, despite the fact that he really, really doesn't want to. He's wearing a tank top and holding a wrench and not looking particularly happy to have a visitor, but at least there's nothing weird affecting him right now.
An egg-shaped drone hovers over his shoulder menacingly, and there's the low thud of some heavy-sounding music in the background.]
I shouldn't have, but I did! 'Cause you know what? It just isn't fair that I could go out and enjoy some festival while my ole buddy decided not to, so why not bring some of the festival here, right?
[ He's in a yukata cause it seemed fun, but he's got the hang of the thing to where the print is a sky blue to white ombre with white stars all over it.
He also has a rattan basket filled with taiyaki. He went a little over board. Alfred acknowledges the egg bot with a smile and a wave, suspecting he's being recorded. ]
Nice government drone..! You getting ready to spy on everyone or what?
[Really? You get fucked by a guy once under the influence of multiple stupidly magical instincts and he's calling you his buddy? Robotnik stares at him for... probably longer than he needs to before he finally lets out an annoyed sigh.]
Fine.
[He disappears back into the apartment, gesturing for Alfred to follow. This is a very rare opportunity. Place is definitely a mess, generic starter apartment with some techy aesthetic changes and pieces of machinery everywhere, but whatever. It's one visitor. Ever.]
I'm not spying on anyone. It's for self-defense and motivation. [And maybe he's been slightly lonely BUT HE STILL DOESN'T NEED FRIENDS.]
[ Sorry. He likes friends.. making friends.. validation from people that he's actually liked. So yeah. Buddy.
Once America gets invited in, he'll just go about oohing and aahing over all the technology cause, well.. he's very interested! Usually, he's nosy and would pick up items without asking or be a pain in the ass, but America can actually recognize this is science and projects at work and inventions and..
Well, honestly. He's a bit starry in the eyes and he knows to respect a work in progress (or several works in progress if Robotnik is That Guy that has many that are incomplete.) ]
Dude, holy shit. You're making stuff here..!? What are you working on?
[As far as Robotnik's concerned, he's nobody's buddy. Never has been. But apparently someone thinks otherwise. He rolls his eyes at the question, though.]
Of course I'm making stuff here, what the hell else am I supposed to do?
[There are a number of unfinished projects, as well as some finished ones. Almost-completed drones, robot arms, unidentifiable things. There's a particularly significant pile of sex toys attached to things in one corner. By a wall, a robot bird in a cage is blasting out some heavy metal, but that's not one of his projects.
There's a broken glass tube on a desk, as well, with an intermittently glowing blue thing inside.]
[ He's stopping at EVERY LITTLE THING and pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Robotnik might see him mouthing something to himself, but he looks like a kid in a candy store when it comes to all of these knick-knacks. So cool. He's an idiot, but he's a creative idiot. Science and math were always his stronger points as opposed to the arts (besides anything film related/theatrics.. also a strong point.)
Alfred straightens his posture. ]
I like all of it..! You could really make a lot of money doing this.
[ why are both of my characters trying to do this ]
But I think.. maybe you're doing all of this cause it's what you're good at and there's nothing else better to do just like you said.
[ He rolls on his heels and looks over at the glowing.. blue thing. Yeah, he can't take his eyes off of that. ]
[Robotnik watches him like a hawk, worried he's going to try to screw something up. His drone is also watching him like a hawk, scanning for threats.
But... maybe it's almost nice when people are interested in his work like this. So... normal. So pleasant. So not the government trying to control what he builds.]
I have a few ideas for things. Nothing completely concrete, but I think the machines I've been working on to make Iris tolerable might have an audience.
[He's about to say something else, but then Alfred goes to look at the alien's quill and his eyes widen.]
Don't touch it, [he snaps, and the drone flies in close. It hasn't pulled out its guns yet, but it's definitely hovering threateningly.] That might be the only thing that potentially gets me the hell out of here.
[ He's nonthreatening. But American. So, he typically carries a gun on him, but not today. Not with his fun yukata. The drone will find nothing alarming on him. His posture does stiffen and he freezes when the drone zooms in close, and he puts one of his hands up in defense, the other still holding their taiyaki. ]
Woah, woah..! Okay! Is that like.. I don't know.. something like what you found in Roswell, New Mexico? Or like.. from the Bermuda Triangle?
[ God. He's dealt with that one. Something amazing happens but he can't tell his citizens cause his boss said so. Really annoying. ]
Can it open up a temporal anomaly and send people to another place in the spacetime continuum?
[He sighs, presses a few buttons on his gloves, and the drone floats away without any further attempts at engagement.]
No, I found it in a shitty little town in Montana. From an obnoxious blue alien creature.
[As for the other question...]
I'm not entirely sure of all that it can do. It contains... extreme power, so it's entirely possible, although that's not what the creature used to do that. Frankly, I thought it had lost its juice, but it started glowing again recently.
[Who knew it could recharge on its own, right?]
So I might be able to utilize that power to get me home. [AND GET REVENGE.]
[ Now that the drone isn't all up in his space, Alfred will approach it. Cautiously. He doesn't make any attempt to touch it or tamper with anything. He's super respectful when it comes to science, okay!
... but he is munching on one of those taiyaki now as he observes. ]
You found an alien too? I actually have one with me..! Though, he's not very powerful. Haha, actually, he's kind of a slob, but he's been with me for awhile now. Truman was a dick and didn't let me tell anyone but I showed him and told a few people.
[ He swallows the bite, now engaged in this kind of talk. ]
That sounds really good! Almost like it's reacting to something here.. maybe the energy this place gives off?
[The drone definitely appears to be scanning Alfred, but it doesn't bring out any weapons or do any dangerous-sounding beeping or anything. No threat detected at the moment.
Meanwhile, Robotnik holds a hand out, silently demanding some of that goddamn taiyaki. He cannot resist the siren song for that long.]
You have an alien... with you. [Okay, sure, why not. This place is full of aliens anyway.]
This thing caused a pretty massive blackout, so they sent me in to look for terrorist activity. Instead, I found a massive pain in the ass. Might be even worse.
...I hope if it's reacting to this place's energy, it's the entire place. [He is NOT going to try and fuck his way home. Hell no.]
Haha, yeah! Newsflash.. that weather balloon that crashed in 1947 wasn't a weather balloon at all! It's the space craft my righteous alien dude bro, Tony, came in. He came with me here, but.. I guess he's just been living it up. He doesn't come back to my apartment much.
[ Alfred still doesn't know what planet Tony is from, but it's fine. He's one of his weird friends.
America seems fascinated with whatever Robotnik is talking about. Sounds like pretty heavy stuff, and he would also assume it was terrorism too if something like that happened cause he's just Like That. What it actually seems to be is something a lot more interesting, and he can get behind all sorts of theories about it for days. Dish them all out to him, Robotnik, he loves stuff like this.
He takes a rather large bite of taiyaki as he keeps looking at the quill and asks a very tactless question: ]
Did it start glowing again before or after we fucked?
[Just who the hell is he acquaintances with here anyway? Okay, he's old but doesn't seem old, thinks Robotnik's an actor, brought a fucking Roswell alien with him...
This place sure is a place.]
But...
[he trails off. GEE, WAY TO REMIND HIM OF THINGS HE'D RATHER FORGET, HUH. He lets out a small, mildly annoyed sigh.] ...After, but not immediately after. I doubt it was related.
I didn't say there was anything wrong with it. Why do I care if you messed with the scene of a UFO crash or not? I wasn't involved. It's just... certainly a thing.
[His attention drifts back towards the tube with the quill in it, and he frowns. He sure as hell hopes the thing doesn't run on his energy here.
Likely it's just the fact that the thing had unlimited power to begin with, bouncing back. Or something. Maybe more analysis is required.]
[Not even the power of science is going to get him to be interested in trying that one out right now.]
Look, it was perfectly acceptable at the time. But right now, I'm actually in my right mind for a change, and I'd like to enjoy that until the next time I start craving human touch and things in my ass, okay?
But next time you're feeling horny, just let me know. We can do our science experiment then..! I'm actually pretty interested high powered thing itself.
[ Alfred, nobody said you could be apart of this. ]
[Thaaaank fuck. He really didn't want to get into an argument about kissing of all things.]
If I absolutely feel like I can't live without it, I'll keep you in mind. I think I have some other projects to deal with for that particular time, though.
[He still has to test some things he's been working on along with everything else and, as usual, he prefers to do it alone.]
Why do I get the feeling you'll be the one calling me instead?
[He's been so busy being annoyed that he hasn't even bothered trying to actually eat the damn taiyaki, so this time he'll take a bite. Has any one man ever looked so disgruntled while eating a fish-shaped pastry before?]
Not bad, [he reports, but he still doesn't look happy about it.
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[ Did you want company? No? Too bad. America is cutting his fun time short to come see you. Isn't that thoughtful? And he's bringing taiyaki. Robotnik better not be doing anything embarrassing or.. top secret right now. How does he know where he lives? A Mystery. ]
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[He soon realizes that's not going to work and he's going to actually come over which raises a hell of a lot of questions, like does he actually know where he lives? Should he just make sure to never tell him so he doesn't get visitors?
Should he clean up all of the various mechanical parts and machines in varying states of finished and sex toys he has lying around the place?
Nahhhh, it'll be fine. And right now all he's doing is working on some kind of machine of unclear usage, so it's no big deal.]
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YOOOOO, MUSTACHE MAN!! I'm here! Special delivery..!!
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An egg-shaped drone hovers over his shoulder menacingly, and there's the low thud of some heavy-sounding music in the background.]
You shouldn't have.
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[ He's in a yukata cause it seemed fun, but he's got the hang of the thing to where the print is a sky blue to white ombre with white stars all over it.
He also has a rattan basket filled with taiyaki. He went a little over board. Alfred acknowledges the egg bot with a smile and a wave, suspecting he's being recorded. ]
Nice government drone..! You getting ready to spy on everyone or what?
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[Really? You get fucked by a guy once under the influence of multiple stupidly magical instincts and he's calling you his buddy? Robotnik stares at him for... probably longer than he needs to before he finally lets out an annoyed sigh.]
Fine.
[He disappears back into the apartment, gesturing for Alfred to follow. This is a very rare opportunity. Place is definitely a mess, generic starter apartment with some techy aesthetic changes and pieces of machinery everywhere, but whatever. It's one visitor. Ever.]
I'm not spying on anyone. It's for self-defense and motivation. [And maybe he's been slightly lonely BUT HE STILL DOESN'T NEED FRIENDS.]
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[ Sorry. He likes friends.. making friends.. validation from people that he's actually liked. So yeah. Buddy.
Once America gets invited in, he'll just go about oohing and aahing over all the technology cause, well.. he's very interested! Usually, he's nosy and would pick up items without asking or be a pain in the ass, but America can actually recognize this is science and projects at work and inventions and..
Well, honestly. He's a bit starry in the eyes and he knows to respect a work in progress (or several works in progress if Robotnik is That Guy that has many that are incomplete.) ]
Dude, holy shit. You're making stuff here..!? What are you working on?
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Of course I'm making stuff here, what the hell else am I supposed to do?
[There are a number of unfinished projects, as well as some finished ones. Almost-completed drones, robot arms, unidentifiable things. There's a particularly significant pile of sex toys attached to things in one corner. By a wall, a robot bird in a cage is blasting out some heavy metal, but that's not one of his projects.
There's a broken glass tube on a desk, as well, with an intermittently glowing blue thing inside.]
I'm working on... a lot. To say the least.
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He's an idiot, but he's a creative idiot. Science and math were always his stronger points as opposed to the arts (besides anything film related/theatrics.. also a strong point.)
Alfred straightens his posture. ]
I like all of it..! You could really make a lot of money doing this.
[ why are both of my characters trying to do this ]
But I think.. maybe you're doing all of this cause it's what you're good at and there's nothing else better to do just like you said.
[ He rolls on his heels and looks over at the glowing.. blue thing. Yeah, he can't take his eyes off of that. ]
Ooh, that's a shiny thing.
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But... maybe it's almost nice when people are interested in his work like this. So... normal. So pleasant. So not the government trying to control what he builds.]
I have a few ideas for things. Nothing completely concrete, but I think the machines I've been working on to make Iris tolerable might have an audience.
[He's about to say something else, but then Alfred goes to look at the alien's quill and his eyes widen.]
Don't touch it, [he snaps, and the drone flies in close. It hasn't pulled out its guns yet, but it's definitely hovering threateningly.] That might be the only thing that potentially gets me the hell out of here.
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Woah, woah..! Okay! Is that like.. I don't know.. something like what you found in Roswell, New Mexico? Or like.. from the Bermuda Triangle?
[ God. He's dealt with that one. Something amazing happens but he can't tell his citizens cause his boss said so. Really annoying. ]
Can it open up a temporal anomaly and send people to another place in the spacetime continuum?
[ He's somewhat close, right? ]
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No, I found it in a shitty little town in Montana. From an obnoxious blue alien creature.
[As for the other question...]
I'm not entirely sure of all that it can do. It contains... extreme power, so it's entirely possible, although that's not what the creature used to do that. Frankly, I thought it had lost its juice, but it started glowing again recently.
[Who knew it could recharge on its own, right?]
So I might be able to utilize that power to get me home. [AND GET REVENGE.]
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... but he is munching on one of those taiyaki now as he observes. ]
You found an alien too? I actually have one with me..! Though, he's not very powerful. Haha, actually, he's kind of a slob, but he's been with me for awhile now. Truman was a dick and didn't let me tell anyone but I showed him and told a few people.
[ He swallows the bite, now engaged in this kind of talk. ]
That sounds really good! Almost like it's reacting to something here.. maybe the energy this place gives off?
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Meanwhile, Robotnik holds a hand out, silently demanding some of that goddamn taiyaki. He cannot resist the siren song for that long.]
You have an alien... with you. [Okay, sure, why not. This place is full of aliens anyway.]
This thing caused a pretty massive blackout, so they sent me in to look for terrorist activity. Instead, I found a massive pain in the ass. Might be even worse.
...I hope if it's reacting to this place's energy, it's the entire place. [He is NOT going to try and fuck his way home. Hell no.]
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[ Alfred still doesn't know what planet Tony is from, but it's fine. He's one of his weird friends.
America seems fascinated with whatever Robotnik is talking about. Sounds like pretty heavy stuff, and he would also assume it was terrorism too if something like that happened cause he's just Like That. What it actually seems to be is something a lot more interesting, and he can get behind all sorts of theories about it for days. Dish them all out to him, Robotnik, he loves stuff like this.
He takes a rather large bite of taiyaki as he keeps looking at the quill and asks a very tactless question: ]
Did it start glowing again before or after we fucked?
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[Just who the hell is he acquaintances with here anyway? Okay, he's old but doesn't seem old, thinks Robotnik's an actor, brought a fucking Roswell alien with him...
This place sure is a place.]
But...
[he trails off. GEE, WAY TO REMIND HIM OF THINGS HE'D RATHER FORGET, HUH. He lets out a small, mildly annoyed sigh.] ...After, but not immediately after. I doubt it was related.
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[ He finishes his first taiyaki and licks any remaining custard off of his fingers. ]
But it could have! It might be feeding off of your energy since you’re the closest thing to it.
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[His attention drifts back towards the tube with the quill in it, and he frowns. He sure as hell hopes the thing doesn't run on his energy here.
Likely it's just the fact that the thing had unlimited power to begin with, bouncing back. Or something. Maybe more analysis is required.]
If it was related, it would have happened sooner.
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I mean, we could always measure it’s energy, mack on each other for a bit, then measure its energy again. You know. For science.
[ America, you just like kissing people. ]
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How about we don't.
[Not even the power of science is going to get him to be interested in trying that one out right now.]
Look, it was perfectly acceptable at the time. But right now, I'm actually in my right mind for a change, and I'd like to enjoy that until the next time I start craving human touch and things in my ass, okay?
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[ He's not terribly persistent, thank god. ]
But next time you're feeling horny, just let me know. We can do our science experiment then..! I'm actually pretty interested high powered thing itself.
[ Alfred, nobody said you could be apart of this. ]
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If I absolutely feel like I can't live without it, I'll keep you in mind. I think I have some other projects to deal with for that particular time, though.
[He still has to test some things he's been working on along with everything else and, as usual, he prefers to do it alone.]
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[ Noooo, Alfred. ]
How's the taiyaki? Not half bad, am I right? I put Uber Eats to shame, man.
[ He just seems.. so disgustingly delighted to be here. Why, tho. ]
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[He's been so busy being annoyed that he hasn't even bothered trying to actually eat the damn taiyaki, so this time he'll take a bite. Has any one man ever looked so disgruntled while eating a fish-shaped pastry before?]
Not bad, [he reports, but he still doesn't look happy about it.
Still eating it, though.]
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Me? Call you?
... Yeah, it's probably likely..! I like checking in with my friends, so.
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