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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[someonetoscold]

[ He blinks a couple of times, genuinely surprised. It wasn't what he was expecting at all, although he wasn't really sure what to expect.

He grins a little to himself, remembering that night. Okay, it wasn't the best night, but it was nice to let go with his powers, y'know? It was a sweet sort of present. It made him feel good. Both in terms of getting a nice present, and a nice little jolt to his ego.

He flips over the frame to look at the note. The smile falls. He can't be that guy, the one that people count on. He's not that guy. He's a crook. It was a one-night-deal. She's just getting her hopes up. And he knows that she's trying to be nice, to be supportive. But all he can think of is - I didn't do it for anyone, I was just fighting for myself.

And a tiny part of him, when he first read those words, was proud of himself. He didn't dwell on it.

He stands up, but holding the picture carefully. Clears his throat. ]

It's -- nice.

I - [ Oh crap, she can feel it, can't she? His emotions. He can't deal with this right now. ] - should probably go.

[pluckyreporter]

[Still grubby, short hair a bit mussed and smudged and messy from the whole ordeal, Roxanne looks up from where she's closing a box, before she swats at a brainbot one handed.]

[She stands up, flipping her hair out of her face with an errand gesture.]

It getting a bit late, and I took up a chunk of your day, didn't I?

[Even without the empathy she knows a need to escape when she sees one, reading the conflict all over his square face.]

[He's right. She is hopeful. On the other hand she's also realistic. She can't save them all (no matter how she'd like to do otherwise), and certainly what made Megamind think of someone beyond himself can't apply to Flint. That'd be a lie. A cruelty.]

[Mostly, anyway. Close enough that she isn't about ready to entertain anything other then the obvious: he needs a friend on the right side of the tracks, and she likes him well enough to be that friend.]

[But he doesn't know about the special little watch around her delicate wrist, or that it renders her mind deaf to the emotion that set his gravely heart to clenching.]

[Probably for the best.]

Let me see you out.

[someonetoscold]

[ Flint avoids her eye by looking at the picture again. ]

Eh, not like I'm doing much these days. But yeah, 'bout time I headed home.

[pluckyreporter]

[You know, best to just not say anything about what he could be doing -- or not doing -- with his time. Just roll with it.]

[Getting up from where she was boxing things, she heads with him to the door, to see him out. It's only polite. Besides, then she can say just one more thing.]

Thanks, Flint.

[someonetoscold]

[ he makes himself smile at her, and tucks the frame away... somewhere. ]

No problem. Thanks for the picture, Roxanne.