The more I learn, the less I know

[pluckyreporter]

WHO: Roxanne and her legion of superpowered volunteers (also, one dude who spies on them because he doesn't trust the villain in the group) -- and anyone else that goes 'wtf army of brainbots' if they really must. In short: open.
WHERE: MAC apartments.
WHEN: Friday, most of the day.
WARNINGS: Nope.
SUMMARY: Roxanne is moving some of Megamind's more-- interesting and dangerous and weird gear to a storage unit, and some other things to her new house. There will be pizza and libations at the end.
FORMAT: go go go



Roxanne gave the boys the time for the launch from one place to another, and then got up a lot eariler then that to get the rest of things handled. Everything was boxed or bagged-- and frankly, in that tiny MAC apartment, it didn't amount to much. The stuff that was hers was minimal, and the new furniture and appliance had already been delivered to her new home.

It was Megamind's mess-- and what a mess that was-- that had required 'special handling. In her worst clothes -- some thrift-store jeans, comfortable sneakers, and Pat Benatar t-shirt she had been okay with getting ruined in the mess, she had set out to box up parts, gingerly load up things that may in fact be dangerous (and have no safety; for the love of God, where was the 'warm up' time that Minion put on EVERYTHING his boss designed) and then had to deal with some very confused brainbots who attempted to unpack what she packed.

Apparently, dim as they were, they were still afraid and confused by the packing of 'Daddy's' things, and there was a small war going on with a couple of boxes that they kept attempting to unload. How did you rationalize to a robot with the brain capacity of a golden retriever that someone wasn't coming home? It was hard enough with grown adults! Sitting on a box with a brainbot in her lap and the others buzzing frantically in bewilderment is not how she'd expected to spent part of her morning. Still, she eventually got them to go guard the NEW house.... and quietly hoped her new neighbors didn't call the cops. That'd be a seriously awkward way to move in to a new place.

So maybe her eyes were a little red by the time her help arrived, but there'd be no tears today-- and it could be begged off on the chemicals used to clean some of this crap, which stank to high heaven.

Putting more components into carefully chosen containers, she taped--and in some cases, latched or locked-- boxes up and left them where they were, because some of them were straight-up too heavy for her to lift. Then there was the hover-cycle and... damned if she knew how to get THAT moved yet...

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Early Morning

[pluckyreporter]

[Did you ignore the time she gave, or are you just dropping by?]

[paints_lanterns]

[Rapunzel was walking back to the MAC after doing some early morning grocery shopping, her hair pulled into the usual giant, dangerous braid and her bare feet slap-slapping on the sidewalk. She was humming softly as she walked, though it trailed off into silence as she watched a small robot lugging...something she couldn't recognize that seemed to be another machine...out of a moving van and back into the mac.]

...Huh.

[She shifted her paper bag in her arms, and then followed curiously after the little thing.]

[pluckyreporter]

[The little brainbot lugs the... whatever it is, or a part of... back to a room where there is a woman who is arguing with a pack of them. It think it's being sneaky while the others watch her rant at them.]

--and he's not coming back. I know. I know. It's not making anybody happy here. But it's time for us to find a new place. I can't keep you here. I don't know how he kept you here. Maybe the heavy metal made him hard of hearing...

But you can't keep unpacking his things. Okay? Just-- stop. They've got to go away for a while. If he comes back, that's-- well, we'll jump that hurdle when we get to it.

If you can play ball, we can go to a new place, and you'll have more room to be noisy in, and we can get on with things. Deal?

[They regard her mutely, each their with single eyestalk. They look at Roxanne, then at each other, and then at Roxanne again. There's no signal of comprehension.]

[She sits down heavily on one of the boxes, and tucks her hair behind her ear in a nervous gesture--only getting a black smudge at her temple and in her hair.]

Yeah. That's what I thought.

[paints_lanterns]

[Rapunzel followed the little robot into the building and eventually to Roxanne's apartment, peering around the edge of the door as it disappeared inside. She didn't mean to be spying, really, but it was hard to look away from the gaggle of robots and their would-be handler.]

[Though she didn't seem to be having much luck with them, if she was trying to get them to move, and they were bringing things back in.]

Uhm. Hello.

[She said after a moment, as the woman seemed to be having a quiet second, and offered a pointed hand towards the robot she had followed in, who was still sneaking the thing it was carrying back inside.]

[pluckyreporter]

[Roxanne startles a bit-- but WORSE, all of those big, red eyes on brass eyestalks are now turned on Rapunzel. Roxanne looks at her, and then looks at... oh dammit.]

T--thanks. Sorry.

[She goes to get the item back, giving the brainbot a dirty look and then puts it another box.]

Must look like something out of sitcom, trying to pack stuff and having them unpack it. The reporter and the robots. Sigh.

[paints_lanterns]

[Rapunzel just shakes her head, her braid bouncing around behind her. She's still half-hidden behind the door, though, and she keeps watching the robots.]

I don't know what a...sitcom is...but your little robots are rather cute.

They don't want to move?

Moving for serious.

[pluckyreporter]

[So much crap. So many boxes. Ignore the oil stains all over the apartment and... no, she doesn't know what that is, just put it in a box, okay?]

[someonetoscold]

[ Flint was a bit late, but not really late. Fashionably late. The point is, he's arrived!

He's peering at the boxes with raised eyebrows. Weird junk. ]

[pluckyreporter]

[Roxanne looks like she works in a mechanics shop- dirty hands, smudges of oil here and there.]

What, in yuor entire career, you never worked with a mad scientist before?

[Not that Megamind worked with people outside of Minion, but still. There had to be social mad genius, right? Who needed lackies?]

[someonetoscold]

[ Flint gives a little wave. He's feeling a bit awkward. Volunteering for anything isn't really something he's used to. ]

Coupla times, you should've seen the Doc's arms. This stuff's more like something Mysterio would do. Wasn't really the best of buds with either of them, y'know?

[pluckyreporter]

No, probably not.

Megamind's stuff tends only to be dangerous accidentally or incidentally. Rather than, well, directly.

[She shrugs, and then takes out some keyes, jingles them once, and tosses them to him.]

Rented a van to haul these, so if you want to get that open, we can start hauling things.

[someonetoscold]

As long as they don't blow up in my face, we're all good.

[ He catches it. ]

Got it. Anything that should go in first?

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

[ Never fear moving your overly-heavy and complicated thingamabobs! That's what friendly neighborhood teleporters are for.

After school has been wrapped up and he's changed from business casual to regular ol' casual, he makes his way over in the usual style. He then knocks (whether or not the door is open, even!), mentally preparing himself for what may be a tiring task. ]

Hello, all.

[pluckyreporter]

[Grimy but unbowed, Roxanne is happy to smile up at Kurt when he arrives, because he's just the magic man she wants to see.]

Hello, Kurt! This is perfect! I have a a job especially for you.

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

Sehr gut. Let me at it.

[ He is genuinely very happy to help. He likes being useful wherever he can be, so even something mundane like moving things makes him feel good in his heart of hearts. ]

[pluckyreporter]

[Kurt, meet bike. Bike, meet Kurt. If you can call it a bike... more like a car that is a one-seater-bike. Somehow. Don't ask.]

That's... got to go down to the truck. I don't know how to fly it... And... it needs to be moved. Think you can teleport all that?

[in-likeflynn.livejournal.com]

[ Wow, that looks pretty heavy. If it's just down to the truck, though... ]

It shouldn't be a problem. The distance is not so great, ja?

[incywincyhero]

[Meanwhile, Spidey takes up his post on the next rooftop over where he'll be checking in on and off most of the day. It's not stalking if you get tacit permission first, right?]

[pluckyreporter]

[Hey, look, everybody is totally behaving! So far. It's dirty, grimy, sweaty work, but what do you do?]

Pizza + Beer.

[pluckyreporter]

[A REWARD at the end of the day.]

Open to whoever

[someonetoscold]

[ Normally Flint doesn't, but today he's pretending to partake in beer. Less for Roxanne, since she already knows, but more for anybody else that's helping her.

He is the worst actor ever. ]

[pluckyreporter]

[Totally able to drink a beer-- okay, wine cooler, beers were never her thing but at least she got good beer for the drinkers -- and eat pizza, Roxanne sat on her counter because there wasn't a lot of furniture unpacked (though it was all there, waiting to be, eventually) making time with her helpers, before she remembered she had things for them.]

[For Flint it's rectangular and flat, about an inch and a half thick. Wrapped in newsprint because, well, it's good, alright?]

Just a little something. A thank you.

[someonetoscold]

Uh, thanks. [ He's feeling a bit awkward, if pleased. Nice presents are not something he is used to receiving.

He takes it.]

[pluckyreporter]

[She smiles, before she brings the wine cooler back to her lips-- only to be briefly distracted by brainbots who are already looking for Megamind's things in her boxes.]

[Off goes for a moment, scolding them like she would unruly puppies instead of robots with trap jobs attached. Still, they respond like they're unruly puppies, so... it makes a little sense.]

[Leaving Flint with his package while she gathers things up and disciplines the pack of robots.]

[someonetoscold]

[ He starts opening it, ripping off the paper in a rather untidy sort of manner. ]