Kord, Ted Kord (beetleblues) wrote in modernage, @ 2010-05-14 12:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | barbara gordon | oracle, ted kord | blue beetle, ¤ text messages, ∴ scenes: backdated, ∴ scenes: completed |
Who: Ted Kord, Barbara Gordon
Where: Chicago and Gotham – connected via the powers of the Internets!
When: Tuesday, April 20th, 2010 [backdated a day, i know sorry.]
Summary: Ted text messages Barbara to ask about thier little robot "friend"
Another day -- another dollar. Or something like that. Ted spun around lazily in the chair in his office. It was his lunch break, and while he had been tempted to leave the office and go enjoy this thing called "fresh air", he had decided not to, choosing instead to spend his lunch break in his office "working."
As he spun around, he caught a glance every rotation of the chair of a picture he had on his office wall. It was one of those "motivational" ones, this one featuring steel girders, and saying something about strength or something. Honestly it had been in the office when Ted took it over, and he had never bothered to take it down. But the steel reminded him of something. A robotic something.
Leaning forward he opened up an encrypted program on his computer, and than booted up his chat system. Logging on to that, he sent out a querry;
Beeb: You there?
RollingThunder: Kind of. What's up?
Beeb: Just wondering how the taking apart of the robot is going.
RollingThunder: He's making good scraps. I think I'll use his head as a paperweight.
Beeb: So your up to your elbows in robot guts?
Beeb: The kind of paperweight that has eyes that follow you around the room ...
Beeb: You could mount it on your wall. Like a big game robot hunter would.
RollingThunder: Robot guts -- surprisingly almost as messy as real guts.
RollingThunder: ...now I have to find a way to really make its eyes follow you around the room.
RollingThunder: H would hate that.
RollingThunder: Working hard? Hardly working?
Beeb: Possibly deadly too.
Beeb: Watch out for power surge, and than wires springing to life ...
Beeb: That's not comforting is it?
Beeb: That's creepy, Really creepy. So you need to make the moving eyes now, yes.
Beeb: Working hard!
Beeb: At hardly working.
Beeb: It is my lunch break though.
RollingThunder: O hai lunch!
RollingThunder: These are the kinds of things you totally let slip by when being self-employed.
Beeb: Go. Eat.
Beeb: The robot guts will still be there after you eat.
Beeb: Don't make me come to Gotham. I will.
RollingThunder: And bring pizza?
RollingThunder: That's some service.
RollingThunder: :P
RollingThunder: I'll order something in a bit.
Beeb: Chicago Pizza no less.
Beeb: There in half an hour or --
Beeb: Well no. Bug isn't that fast.
Beeb: Really. I can bring pizza.
Beeb: I'm pretty much done with the paperwork I had to do today.
Beeb: I'll bring pizza if I can look at the robot guts?
RollingThunder: ....
RollingThunder: Really?
RollingThunder: ....
RollingThunder: Well. What the hell? Saves me the effort. Plus, I don't have to tip you.
Beeb: Sounds like a plan!
Beeb: And a good deal.
Beeb: See you in a bit with the pizza. Don't finish taking apart the robot without me!