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RL with Mikaela: the 'Tieria's a Dick' club

Nena was sat at the table, chin in her hands, staring at the cake.

He must have snuck in last night somehow and left it there. It didn't seem like the kind of thing someone who would pull a dick move like leaving right on your birthday would do. And plus, she was pretty sure he didn't even like her.

It was pink, and had pink writing, and some kind of sparkling sprinkles on it. It was exactly the sort of cake Nena would have wanted, if she'd gotten one herself. It even had strawberry ice cream in.

But he didn't even like her.

And so she sat there, confused and upset and angry, glaring at the cake as if she was going to set it on fire with her eyes.

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Okay, now Mikaela was in danger of falling out of her chair; the idea of a robot watching Springer and MTV was patently hilarious. She certainly couldn't imagine, like, Ratchet or Ironhide doing it; the image of Prime gravely watching hicks argue about paternity was enough to redouble her laughter.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Springer? R-really? At least they-- don't throw-- chairs anymore, right?"

"They do sometimes!" she nearly shrieked. "For like a week he flew around the house going-- going-- You don't know me! You don't know me!" she imitated, "whenever anyone talked to him!"

Mikaela drummed her hands against the table, absolutely overcome with hilarity. "Oh my god, I probably-- probably woulda punted him! Into a wall!" She made a 'whoosh' with one hand, pantomiming the hypothetical trajectory of said punt.

"I did!" she said, before dissolving into helpless giggles. Haro hovered over the table, shouting Suck it! Suck it! as she managed to squeak out, "He's prac-- practically indestructible, so--"

Clinging to the table to keep from pitching straight out of the chair, Mikaela couldn't seem to stop laughing. At Nena's last words, she picked up her fork, still sitting on the table, and pitched it straight at Haro. "Shut up, you!"

It clattered off of him; he flapped his ears and bobbed in the air, somehow managing to get across the robot equivalent of sticking his tongue out. Nena was practically rolling on the floor; she couldn't even decide what was funny any more, but couldn't seem to stop laughing despite that.

Mikaela got it, and stuck her tongue out right back, feeling terribly immature and not even caring. She flapped one hand at him, like she was trying to wave away a fly or something. "Git outta my face, beachball."

Nena struggled to sit up and get her breath back, but collapsed into giggles again at Mikaela. "He totally looks like one! We could play catch if he wouldn't fly away!"

"How does he fly anyway?" Mikaela asked, as soon as the laughter had subsided enough to get it out without giggling. She watched Haro hovering, still grinning. "Is it, like, magnets? We could take magnets out~"

"Nah, he's all electronic inside, it's an antigravity attachment," she said, wiping her eyes and standing again. "He's kind of messed up inside, I dunno if it can be turned off without breaking him." (Don't try! Don't try!)

Edited 2009-08-01 16:55 (UTC)

"Whoa, antigravity?" she asked, eyes wide. "That is so cool." She cocked her head to one side, a speculative expression on her face. Even the Cybertronians didn't have anti-gravity! ...Or if they did, they didn't use it on themselves, or else the Autobots would be able to fly, wouldn't they? "Maybe I could just take a look~?"

"We spent a lot of time in space, there's all kinds of gravity tech on my world," she said, idly edging closer to Haro. "We think he's an older model, but he works fine except for the AI circuit--" she briefly moved a hand up to cover her eyes, under the guise of brushing her hair out of her face, and Haro's eyes dimmed as he fell out of the air into her waiting hands.

"There, sleep mode! He's a total bitch to open, so I usually don't bother," she said, tossing him up and down. "So I dunno how much you'd be able to see."

Mikaela's eyes went suitably wide as Haro just shut off and dropped like that, like...well, magic. "Whoa," she breathed. "Cool! How'd you do that?" She figured there was a remote or something around to use on him, though she hadn't seem one.

She pushed up out of her chair and walked around the table towards Nena and Haro. "I won't lie, I'd like to take a look," she admitted, "but if'd be, like, a big problem, that's fine, haha! I wouldn't mind."

"Oh, you know!" she answered, in a tone that made it clear that was all the answer that was needed. "And it's not super tough unless you want to get deep inside, he's just really compact. I got the antigravity part working myself--" she flipped him over and popped open a panel under one of his bottom flaps, exposing the circuitry underneath. A small gyroscopic attachment was just barely visible, and she tapped it with her nail. "It was really convenient to have him float in space, but he didn't used to be able to do that under gravity. Which was a total pain once I was in gravity all the time! So I poked around and turns out he had this thing in him the whole time, it just needed to be messed with a bit."

Mikaela didn't know, had no idea, actually, but she didn't press. She leaned over as Nena opened him up, taking a look at the circuitry inside. She was right, it was really dense in there. Nena was right, she couldn't see much; she's have loved to poke around some, try to get an idea how he worked. He wasn't hers to mess with, though, and she didn't want to risk messing anything up, so she kept her hands to herself. "Coooooool."

"I know, right?" Robotics wasn't a particular expertise of hers, but she pointed out a few parts she could identify on sight. "I don't know exactly how the antigravity works, but I got it to turn on anyway! I probably could have asked Cross or someone to do it with magic, like my boyfriend does" she added, "but that's practically cheating, isn't it?" She nodded firmly as she snapped the cover back in place and turned him back over. "Pretty cool, huh?"

"Magic is totally cheating," Mikaela agreed. "If you can't do it with your own two hands, it doesn't count." She took one last look--not that it meant much, since she had no idea what most of the stuff in there was. She stepped back when Nena closed him up beaming. "Very cool. I dunno if I coulda figured out how to make the antigrav thingy work."

"Probably not!" she said happily. "It takes a lot of special skill, you know?" All in all, modesty had never been her strong suit.

She patted Haro, although she hadn't turned him back on yet. "He's a total pain sometimes, but he's good to have."

Mikaela snickered. "Oh, yeah, definitely," she said. "And I'm better with, like. Big stuff. Engines and transmissions and things, not little electronics like that."

She stepped back to the table, leaning against it and bracing her hands against the edge. "What, like, can he do, anyway?"

"Hmmm..." she said, considering how much she could get away with telling without Tieria coming down on her like-- but he wasn't here any more, was he? Some part of her still had to admit that some secrecy was probably a good thing, even if she wanted to tell Mikaela everything just because she knew it would piss him off. "Well, he helped me pilot-- he could take over piloting when I needed to aim, he helped regulate some other stuff, too! It's pretty technical," she said, waving a hand vaguely, mainly because she didn't feel like explaining GN particles. "All sorts of communications and hacking, we can do that, too! The TARDIS totally fried him once."

"Whoa," Mikaela breathed, looking suitably awestruck at the descriptions. She looked down at Haro with new respect on her face; she'd had no idea the little 'bot could do so much. "Oh man, that sounds really complicated," she admitted with a laugh. "Technical stuff like that goes over my head half the time."

She laughed again at that last. "Oh man, did she? On purpose, or was it an accident?"

"By accident! I thought he could take the data, but it fried his storage." She frowned down at him. "I should have routed it through something else, his memory's kinda shot anyway." She looked down, hiding her face for a moment, and he powered back up; he didn't fly away, but sat on her lap flapping his ears.

She paused. "Hey, you know, if you wanted to see that security cam footage, I could show you. Use him to put it on the TV, sort of thing."

"Aww," Mikaela said with a frown. "Poor guy. He's okay, though, right?" He seemed okay, but she'd never met this Haro before now, so how would she know?

"Oh, man, could you?" she asked, looking up quickly from the reactivated Haro to Nena. She nodded quickly, her expression going determined. "I'd really like that, I don't think the army dudes would show it to me, even if I asked nice."

"He's as messed up as he normally is!" she said cheerfully, standing up. "I just needed to shut him off for a bit."

She motioned for Mikaela to followed her and walked down the hallway towards the living room, kneeling down to turn on the television. She kept her back turned; Haro wasn't doing anything at all, as a matter of fact, but he was a convenient excuse, and a much better explanation than 'I can make the TV do what I want with my brainwaves". "Just give me a second..."

Mikaela couldn't help but giggle. "Well, that's good!" she chirped, then followed Nena into the living room. "Okay," she said with a nod, looking around while (she thought) Nena was setting Haro up to broadcast through the TV. It was kind of weird to be in this house and know that a couple months ago it would've been A Teacher's House, but she wasn't in school anymore. Plus, Cross didn't even seem to be around right now; there was no reason to feel odd.

Finally, she flopped down on the couch, crossing her legs and watching Nena's turned back curiously.

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