Tiny Little Robots [Open]

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn is Not Happy. Her best-friend-from-the-future is onboard the ship, which is nice, but something clearly goes horribly, horribly awry. Since he won't tell her what's wrong (thanks, Caden!), she's got to do something to take her mind off her questions. The little scout robot idea she's had bouncing around her head sounds like a good plan, but she doesn't quite have the parts she thought she would (thanks, Julian!). So basically, Wyn is glaring staring at her notebook, twirling what looks like an eyeliner pencil between her fingers and trying to come up with a workaround that doesn't involve ridiculous amounts of magic.

... well, she might not have much of a choice on the magic thing, but she'd prefer to avoid writing with her eyeliner if at all possible. She's got priorities.

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[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

"Was I talking about Frankenstein? No, I wasn't. I was referring to the walking horror movie that is you when you're in one of your... 'creative'-" Yes, he is doing air-quotes, thank you. "-moods. You know, like the times when I would come home from work and you'd have completely destroyed something or other and I'd be stuck with a raging headache and the urge to claw your throat out. Or, no, how about the time that... thing you were making exploded and banged up the wall of our rented apartment." Is he ranting? Why yes, he IS!

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"You're acting like a teenage girl again, Caden, and those are only horror-movie incidents to you. Most people would be terrified if, y'know, they came home from work and found a dead body on their kitchen floor and a naga devouring said dead body's flesh or something. Not so much with the creativity." Wyn says, listening to the Confessions of a Teenage Drama Queen: Caden Edition.

"... also, I don't live in a flat with you. Not yet, I think."

[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

Yes, actually, that is a glare burning a hole through your skull, thank you for asking. "I am not acting like a teenage girl, because I am not a teenage girl. I am a twenty-six-year-old man who does not act like an angst-ridden adolescent with pimples and oddly colored fingernail polish. And just because my version of horror-movie incidents doesn't involve dead people and mythological creatures does not make them any less valid. Maybe I just have a better perception of reality than other people do, which is why I'M terrified of having to hide the evidence of your... tomfoolery before the landlord decides to bang on the door wondering what the HELL the large explosion a few minutes ago was." It then occurs to Caden that he used the word 'tomfoolery', and that he will probably hear no end of this from Wyn.

"Trust me, you will. And then you'll realize that it wasn't that great an idea to begin with, and you'll move out. Or I'll move out. I can't remember which."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"You're a twenty-six-year-old man with the ability to turn into a teenage girl, and you used to use oddly-colored nail varnish. I don't think you count as not-a-teenage-girl." Wyn points out cheerfully. "Aaaaand naga totally aren't mythological. ... well, at least not just mythological. Hasn't watching Supernatural taught you anything besides the Winchester boys are pretty when they angst and that the Impala is possibly the best car ever?"

"... tomfoolery! You used the word 'tomfoolery'! And I feel unnecessarily judged for making things explode and having you call it 'tomfoolery'. It's not like I make them explode on purpose." Which is very true. When Wyn intends for things to explode, the blast is usually much, much larger.

[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Wyn, I used to use oddly-colored nail polish. No more; my nails are nail-colored." As if to emphasize his point, he holds his hands up for her to see, eyebrow arched in that oh-so-Caden way. "And no, I haven't learned anything from Supernatural. You know damn well that I'm too distracted by Sammich to know what's going on." Sadly, it's true; Caden has no clue what Supernatural is about, he just thinks Sam Winchester is pretty.

"Anyway, I can turn into an impala any time. They're not that great." Yeah, he's totally aware that she wasn't talking about the 'graceful antelope' impala, but the 'brilliant car' Impala.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Sam Winchester is pretty, but Wyn's always been more of a Dean!Girl. ... and a Wincester. "You do know Sammich is onboard, right?" she points out, giving Caden a headtilt and a Look. "Not that I've met him, he's a bit incarcerated at the moment and I'd kind of like to avoid going to the Precinct unless I have to, but he and Dean are definitely on the meatship." Wyn knows this because she's checked the roster. On her omnicom. She's fairly certain that Caden has checked neither of these things since his arrival.

"Car, Fluffy. Caaaaar." Wyn says, dragging out the word like she was speaking to either a: a small child, b: someone a bit slow, or c: both. "The 1976 Chevy Impala is a shining beacon of American muscle-car design and looks very very good when painted black and taken care of. It most certainly is that great."

[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

This is news to Caden. "... What? Sammich is... locked in a room. By himself. On board? Have all my dreams come true, or is God about to do something ironic and horrible to me to return the favor?" Meanwhile, he is internally calculating the risks he is willing to take towards getting a glimpse of a real-live, three-dimensional Sam Winchester. Then again, he isn't all that sure of the levels Stacy is willing to go to keep him away from his goal, so he'll just... forget about that, then.

"I know that, Wyn. What am I, an idiot? I've put up with you for six years; I'm hyperaware of your fixation with muscle-cars."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn thought it would be. "He's kind of in prison at the moment, Fluffy; you don't get to be, like, in the cell with him. ... and are we counting being on the meatship as being horrible and ironic? I think it counts as horrible and ironic and possibly cruel and unusual punishment." Well, technically at this point it's going to be other people stopping him from getting to Sam. Security's not going to be thrilled about that idea.

"It's not a fixation. I just like cars." ... six years. That will probably never stop being weird.

[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I gathered as much when you said 'incarcerated'. Though dreaming would have been nice, I'm not a complete idiot." Or is he? "Actually... yes, the meatship counts as ironic and horrible. Also unusual and cruel."

"No, no, Gwydion, I think it's a fixation." No, no, Gwydion, he just likes being contrary. And no, it won't ever stop being weird.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"I could disagree with that last statement. I could disagree with it quite a lot, actually, but I won't because I'm a nice person. And if you're already being punished for something you haven't done yet, you might as well do that thing you're being punished for anyway, right?" Yes, Wyn is going to be a horrible, horrible influence on Caden... well, only if he understood that sentence, tangled up in Wyn's occasionally-questionable grasp of English and flailing attempts to explain with hand gestures as it is.

"No, no, Caden Michael. I think it isn't." You want to play the full-name game, Caden? She can do that.

[deadpan-shifter.livejournal.com]

"Just... just shut up, Wyn." Really, what is it with this guy and glaring? Contemptuous staring seems to be his Mother tongue. "No, I'm not going to risk being attacked by our impromptu... vessel, even if it does involve sneaking into Sammich's jail cell. Which would be very nice. And quite a bit of fun." Oh, that glint in his eyes is not a good thing. It is advisable that everyone within a ten-foot radius run in the opposite direction.

"Did you just pull my middle name out to prove a point? Good job; unfortunately I don't have a problem with my name like someone else I know. Admittedly, it is a rather unfortunate name. What with it being a boy's name and all."