capeandcowllogs | The more I learn, the less I know

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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[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?]

[ 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?

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.

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?

The bigger boxes. The locked ones especially. They have projects of varying levels of completion, but-- dangerous enough I'd rather liked them locked up sooner rather than later.

They should be inert, thankfully.

[ He makes giant sand hands and picks up a couple of the bigger boxes, making a little smaller sand hand for the keys. ]

How you holding up?

[That's some seriously useful power there. so many limbs!]

I'm doing alright. Work's calmed down a bit in the aftermath, but I've been covering some of the repair and clean up.

[Talk about Megamind and that she's been packing up his stuff and has no idea if he'll ever be back? Hell no.]

[She's just going to grab one of her boxes-- which is not so heavy she can't deal with it, because it's just clothes and some knick-knacks.]

[ And he's... not going to ask about Megamind. He starts moving toward the door, carrying the boxes. ]

Of the city or this apartment?

The City... I can't imagine anyone would care about cleaning up somebody's messy apartment... but then there's a 'stuff on my cat' website, so what do I know?

[She smirks at him, and continues on, slightly behind him in the hall.]

Speaking of, when we get to the feasting part of this endeavor, I've got something for you.

Never did understand the internet.

[ He looks back over his shoulder. ] The present you mentioned?

Mmhmm.

[She leaves it at that, though, because -- hey, surprises!]

[Down at street level, she starts to situate the boxes she has.]

Most of my things are pretty light, and can go in the 'attic' up there. The rest are going to a storage unit, so we can get them unloaded and into the unit easily.

[ Van unlocked, he puts the boxes where she directs, a bit more roughly than probably necessary. But fast. After a pause, he makes a small effort to straighten it out a bit. ]

Yeah, think we got this covered.

And now we get to repeat the trip several times over. Fun, isn't it?

[Mm, sarcasm in full force today.]

I can go faster. [ He grins a little. He likes showing off sometimes.

clearly this means some sort of moving montage with appropriate music.]

I'm pretty sure if we race, you will kick my butt.

[And then she's off and running to gather up boxes.]

[What? Moving can be fun and she needs to be cheered. Also, hyper-competitive reporter. You should see her when she has to run in heels.]

[ And he starts off running, but it always feels so strange</> when he can just --

and he's a flurry of sand, sweeping past her. Running's for chumps. ]

[Or reporters who have to keep out of the way of death traps, and apparently, Sandmen. Still, the sudden flurry of sand going down the hall is shocking, but yet, amazing. Seriously - super powers can be really awesome.]

[She slows as she approaches the door to Megamind's old apartment, and is laughing brightly now.]

Man, for a minute there, I thought it was a windy day on the beach. That was fantastic.

[ He's reformed and waiting for her there. And he is very proud of himself. ]

Y'think so? That's not even close to all that I can do. [ Evidently boasting isn't for chumps.]

Isn't it?

[Yeah, she knows the type who needs their ego regularly stroked.]

I somehow doubt I'll get to see the entire repertoire today, but it's good to know.

Yeah, I got some moves. [ His smile falters for just a second. He abruptly remembers she's a reporter, and maybe he should keep some things under wraps.

But whatever. He grabs a couple of the other bigger boxes.]

Looks like it's going to be a long day.

Probably. I'm going to admit temporary insanity, and that maybe-- just maybe-- I didn't plan this whole thing as well as I could have.

The whole -- plunge on the house, setting myself up, yadda yadda. Not moving, per se.

I know that feeling.

[She laughs a little.]

Well, sometimes you just have to get a little crazy to get by. Livens things up, certainly.

[ he gives a chuckle back

Yeah, do something a bit impulsive, y'know?

Well, buying a house was totally that. Will just have to roll with it. Oh well; privacy will be nice.

[And knowing that Megamind's crap will be out of the open? Yeah, that's nice too.]

Welp, back to boxes.

The more I learn, the less I know

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