Mechanics 101 [Open]

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

It's rather ironic that Marcus managed to stay occupied in prison, but couldn't find anything to do while he was a free cyborg man. The zombie invasion was interesting, at least-- even if it was the kind of interesting he never wanted to see ever again-- but that was over quickly. The new portions of the ship were all well and good, but there was only so much of a few new rooms that one person could take.

And so, Marcus ventured into the Sensoriums, just for some variation. (Does it count as variation if it's the same place you've been for the past thirty years of your life?) He's currently in a small, cluttered garage, the hood of an almost-certainly-stolen '76 Chevy Nova propped open. He's 'changed', for lack of a better word, into jeans and a plain white t-shirt, although his longcoat is tossed over the back of a chair.

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[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo did not know what the sensoriums were. No one had ever gotten around to telling or showing him how they worked, so as far as he was concerned, they were just a bunch of kinda weird, empty rooms.

His daily wanderings had brought him by the sensoriums anyway, and he noticed that one of the doors had light shining out from underneath it, so he poked his head in to see what was going on...

He had been expecting a meaty room, like every other room on this goddamn ship. He was not prepared for a garage. "Why is there a garage in here?"

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Needed something to do." Marcus says, not looking up from the engine block. Sorry, Robo, right now the car's more interesting than you are.

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but-"

Wait a second. Actually hearing his voice helped it click. Robo had met this man before. "Hey wait a second! I've got a bone to pick you!"

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Do I-- shit." And this would be the part where Marcus wishes he had a (non-illusionary) gun.

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo advanced on Marcus, "You shot me in the head! With a shotgun! While the giant zombie was swinging me around like a club!"

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Misunderstanding." Marcus says, giving the advancing Terminator robot a glare. All right, maybe it was really a misunderstanding and some panic. ... look, the only robots Marcus has run into up until now have been trying to kill him; it's a reasonable reaction. (For a given value of 'reasonable', anyway.)

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

"Did you mistake me for the zombie!? Here's a hint for future reference, zombies aren't made of metal!"

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"No, I mistook you for the robots who've been trying to kill me."

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

"I think I can guess why robots are trying to kill you. Damn near cracked an eye lens."

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"I said it was a misunderstanding."

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo made a few more quiet comments about misunderstandings in his head, but decided to actually try diplomacy. "Right. Well, at the very least I'd like an apology. Shotguns freakin' hurt."

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

And that's sealed it; Robo is in no way a Terminator. (Marcus had been harboring a few doubts, but the diplomatic approach was definitely not Skynet-ish in the slightest.)

"Sorry about the shotgun thing." Marcus says, sounding fairly apologetic. "Marcus Wright." he continues, offering his hand to Robo.

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

Robo took the offered hand, "Atomic Robo. And yes I know that sounds like a silly name."

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Wasn't going to say anything." Marcus says, smiling lopsidedly. Who said he didn't have a sense of humor?

[mammalrobot.livejournal.com]

"Why are robots trying to kill you, if you don't mind me asking?"

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

There was an appreciative whistle from Dean who didn't realize somebody else was using this room.

"Not bad. You need a hand with her?" He loves his Impala, but still can appreciate other classic cars.

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"If you want." Marcus says with a shrug. There doesn't seem to be anything actually wrong with the car, though...

[notadamnangel.livejournal.com]

Dean strolled closer for a better look. He gave the engine a critical eye.

"Quick check up? Looks pretty good already."

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Something like that, yeah." Marcus says distractedly, reaching deep into the engine bay to loosen the power steering pump.