[ It'd been a while since he came to the resistance. A good several months being apart of it and staying within the compound. There wasn't much to do day in and day out aside from receive the training expected of him. If he was to join their cause and help Irregulars get out of the dome they needed him to be ready for anything.
Except, Glitch had begun to get restless. He may be outside the dome but it felt like he exchanged one prison for another. The only times living in this base felt tolerable was when he hung out with Gear in his workshop or cafeteria, during their downtime. Though he's not sure he'd call what Gear does is down time...since the guy never seemed to stop working.
Either way, Glitch was lying across on the weathered couch set up in the workshop, flipping through one of the books that Gear had managed to procure for him. This one was about a mystery in a small town, a single detective and a strange death, enough to pass the time but, Glitch had let out a loud sigh setting it down before he loudly says to the bigger guy; ]
[it's a nice new routine to settle into, nice to have another body in his workshop. people come in and out, leave things and take things that're finished, he's only had a few assistants before but mostly doesn't need them. they can't really afford to waste bodies on things like keeping people company-- he has SPARK for that, anyway!
...gear would never tell them they don't quite match up to an organic, though
he looks up and over at glitch, eyebrows raised.] Yeah? I was thinking of going out into the city, you know. I gotta get some stuff, but we can make some detours.
[ Glitch is actually surprised when he hears the suggestion. He sits up all together both liking the idea of actually going out and mild anxiety. As much as he doesn't care for the rules around here there was one thing that did bring a slight amount of concern. ]
I mean, I don't wanna say no but...dude.
You have four arms. As wicked as that is people might notice.
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ceejdoesroleplay) wrote2020-08-07 02:54 pm
Museum
Except, Glitch had begun to get restless. He may be outside the dome but it felt like he exchanged one prison for another. The only times living in this base felt tolerable was when he hung out with Gear in his workshop or cafeteria, during their downtime. Though he's not sure he'd call what Gear does is down time...since the guy never seemed to stop working.
Either way, Glitch was lying across on the weathered couch set up in the workshop, flipping through one of the books that Gear had managed to procure for him. This one was about a mystery in a small town, a single detective and a strange death, enough to pass the time but, Glitch had let out a loud sigh setting it down before he loudly says to the bigger guy; ]
Gear. I'm bored.
Entertain me.
Re: Museum
...gear would never tell them they don't quite match up to an organic, though
he looks up and over at glitch, eyebrows raised.] Yeah? I was thinking of going out into the city, you know. I gotta get some stuff, but we can make some detours.
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I mean, I don't wanna say no but...dude.
You have four arms. As wicked as that is people might notice.