Lonely Rolling Star~ [OPEN]

[rollwthechanges.livejournal.com]

Anyone paying attention in the City today will notice a bizarre sight-- a small lump of garbage, roughly a foot and a half in diameter, rolling up and down the streets. It's mostly made out of bits of rubble, broken glass and garbage, the odd misplaced or discarded item, the occasional loose cobblestone that's been dragged up from the street. Several crew members innocently dropped something they were carrying and found it suddenly snatched by the trashy menace and on its way down the street.

Behind the ball of garbage, pushing it along, is a well-meaning but rather misguided little space person with a pad of paper and a magenta colored pencil strapped to him like a backpack. On the paper is written a message:

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WE ARE SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!
WE WILL HAVE YOUR PLANETS RESTORED SOON!

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He looks hard at work, but he would be happy to stop and chat with his subjects.

Comments

I love you already

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The Prince pointed at the increasingly large ball of garbage as far as "what is a katamari." Then he turned the paper over to write on the other side.

[DEPENDS ON THE PLANET SIZE. A FEW METERS WILL USUALLY DO.]

<3

[talks2stoplight.livejournal.com]

A whole planet out of a few meters of odds and ends? That's impressive. He wasn't entirely sure whether to believe the Prince--it couldn't be that easy, could it?--but the little guy seemed to know what he was doing. Regardless of the outcome, Ratchet could appreciate a sense of dedication, especially when it came to fixing things.

"Then I better let you get back to work. I think you've got a lot of planets to rebuild." He lowered the Prince and his katamari back down to the ground. "If Cybertron's on the list, can I make a contribution?"

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The Prince nodded enthusiastically-- after all, he and his father took all kinds of different requests for the planets and stars they built for people. Well, that the Prince built for people and that the King put up where they belonged. He pulled out his pad of paper to write down the request.

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"I don't know if you guys put things back just the way they were, but Cybertron's been- er, was- kinda broken. If you're gonna remake it, it'd be nice if it looked the way it used to be."

A compartment on his arm opened up and he pulled out a couple of loose wires and some hose ties; spare odds and ends he kept around just in case. "I'd really appreciate it. Here, for taking up your time." He puts the things on the ground and steps back. Roll on, Prince. Roll on.

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He made careful note of the request-- CYBERTRON THE WAY IT USED TO BE.

Then he nodded resolutely and carefully works his katamari back into position. Before he continues on, he turns and gives the big robot a thumbs up.

Then off he goes!