Action | Thought Bubble Glitch!

[theroadwarrior]

Who: Max and You!
Broadcast: N/A
Action: Many places, see below. The planet, iskaulit, Starstruck... 
When: This week and stuff.

Max has been affected by a glitch...! Always a treat. What glitch you ask? Well, sometimes... thought bubbles appear above his head, depicting in written word or image his current thought patterns. Hope you don't mind him being an asshole in a new format! Haha! 

Click a thought bubble below (in chronological-ish order) to be taken to the top level for that thought bubble!

Comments

[theroadwarrior]

[He grumbles so very audibly, swiping a hand at the bubble. It sort of spaces out like a disturbed cloud in the sky, but easily begins to come back together despite his effort.]



[Well look at that, sass from both the glitch and Max all in one.]

It's nothing.

[Squashed that topic, sure did.]

[noprophecies]

[oh, that's interesting - when the cloud reforms she reaches out to try and bat it away as well, making a soft sound of surprise when her hand passes through it]

How strange -

Well it certainly does not look like nothing, dear.

[theroadwarrior]

[He is so very unhappy, glowering up as best he can at the bubble — it eludes his line of sight most of the time, so hell if he ever knows when it's there.]

A glitch, then.

[Is it just him, or do they single him out a lot for these goddamn glitches?]

[noprophecies]

[she can't blame the bubble for avoiding that grumpy face]

Yes, I guessed as much. What is it with you and glitches?

[theroadwarrior]

[Max folds his arms and continues to look like a sour grape about the whole thing.]

Just like to annoy me. You have a lot in common.

[Wow don't unleash that old man grumpiness on others, they didn't do anything.]

[noprophecies]

[you especially don't unleash it on people who find it endearing]

My, that's sweet of you to say, Max.

What is it you are doing down here? Raiding like the others?

[theroadwarrior]

No.



[Damn this thing; when'd it even change into a scrolling screen? Fucking hell.]

... Mmn. Doesn't matter, nobody's around to use any of it.

[Ochako already gets on him about stealing, ugh.]

[noprophecies]

[oh my god. She covers her mouth and coughs to cover up a laugh]

No, they are not. I've been doing the same thing myself.

[theroadwarrior]

[He knows better than to tell her not to laugh at him, she'll just do it x2.

So instead he just accepts his life sucks and refocuses.]

Mm. Reminds me of home.

[noprophecies]

[my god, he's learning.

Her expression evens out some as she glances over]

In a good way or a bad way?

[theroadwarrior]

M'from a radioactive desert full'f punks and thieves.

What do you think?

[No bubble needed here, the sass is on full display.]

[noprophecies]

Some people do like aspects of their world. I would rather ask than assume, Max.

[even if she thinks his world is shit, thanks calibrations]

[theroadwarrior]

Mmhmm.

[He looks skeptical as all hell, though.

Pop quiz, the hardest test:]

What aspects do you figure?

[noprophecies]

[without missing a beat:]

The people you tolerate. Or your vehicles, since you enjoy that sort of thing, yes?

[theroadwarrior]

[A huff, as he obliviously shrugs.]

The cars are alright. Can't find decent parts these days.

[Obviously the cars are the important thing, here. Clearly.]

[noprophecies]

[oh, clearly. The most important of all important things]

That is a shame. How difficult is it to make them? Is that possible?

[theroadwarrior]

Can be pretty difficult... But not as much here. Lot of ships have things in common with them, like engines and steering controls. Mm. Wheels. [He considers it passingly.] Like the shuttles, though. S'good to be able to escape vertically too.

[noprophecies]

Escape . . . vertically? Do you mean to fly?

[she makes a considering noise] That is good, then, yes? That there are parts in common? Is it like that where you are from as well? Between all the different - ah, cars and . . . bigger cars.

[theroadwarrior]

Mmm. In the desert, would've paid to be able to fly.

Very few flying crafts, there.

[He's seen small gyroplanes. That's about it.]

Even if parts aren't in common, you make 'em work. Or you never move.

[noprophecies]

How can a part be made to work if it doesn't . . . work? I don't think I understand.

[no, she does, but she's getting him to talk and the cloud is not part of the conversation]