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progresscity2018-06-15 04:56 pm
flowersonthewall) wrote in progresscity2018-06-15 04:56 pm
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Beaker Is Trying To Be Useful
Who: Beaker and whoever else joins him
What: trying to establish some sort of communication network in this place
Where: Ellen's lab, his apartment, or Joffrey's
When: throughout June
Warnings: none currently
[So, it's been a few months now. A lot has happened since everyone showed up in this place- a robot mayor fell to pieces, a evil dumbass became mayor in his place, unleashed an army of gremlins, and immediately got impeached. Also Beaker nearly killed a man in cold blood, but that's not important.
What is important is that it's been several months and they still don't even have, like, phones. Like they're barbarians.
Listen, don't get him wrong- Beaker's been around since before computers were even a thing. But he's still a very computer-oriented person, and by god if he doesn't get a hold of actual communicative technology soon he might go mad. As sad and pathetic as it sounds, he misses the internet. Even if he just got thousands of comments every week asking him invasive personal questions or telling him to die.
Which is why he's now hard at work in his spare time trying to like. Figure that out. He'll be spending even more time than usual at Ellen's Lab, trying out prototypes, testing out new ideas, and occasionally blowing himself up. God, he wishes Bunsen were here. It'd be really nice if Bunsen had like, somehow showed up here within the last few weeks and Beaker just hadn't noticed yet because Bunsen had found the other Beaker first.
During these next few weeks, you might find some posters around the city, with fairly simple messages[he's no graphic designer, that's for sure]. Most of them can be boiled down to: "Want to help establish communication in this town? Contact Beaker at Ellen's Lab!" The posters also list the apartment he lives in at Vista Way, so you can always drop in and visit. Though there's no guarantee he'll actually be there at any normal time.
On the rare occasions Beaker actually takes a break and not passed out from exhaustion in his apartment, he'll usually be found at Joffrey's Coffee Shop, trying to stave off exhaustion with around ten cups of coffee- the tried and true method to keeping him physically incapable of falling asleep [and also being absurdly gay in the process, but that's another story].
Of course, it also makes him even more danger prone, so maybe don't let him near anything flammable or combustable right now. He's already spilled three cups of coffee in the past 10 minutes.]
What: trying to establish some sort of communication network in this place
Where: Ellen's lab, his apartment, or Joffrey's
When: throughout June
Warnings: none currently
[So, it's been a few months now. A lot has happened since everyone showed up in this place- a robot mayor fell to pieces, a evil dumbass became mayor in his place, unleashed an army of gremlins, and immediately got impeached. Also Beaker nearly killed a man in cold blood, but that's not important.
What is important is that it's been several months and they still don't even have, like, phones. Like they're barbarians.
Listen, don't get him wrong- Beaker's been around since before computers were even a thing. But he's still a very computer-oriented person, and by god if he doesn't get a hold of actual communicative technology soon he might go mad. As sad and pathetic as it sounds, he misses the internet. Even if he just got thousands of comments every week asking him invasive personal questions or telling him to die.
Which is why he's now hard at work in his spare time trying to like. Figure that out. He'll be spending even more time than usual at Ellen's Lab, trying out prototypes, testing out new ideas, and occasionally blowing himself up. God, he wishes Bunsen were here. It'd be really nice if Bunsen had like, somehow showed up here within the last few weeks and Beaker just hadn't noticed yet because Bunsen had found the other Beaker first.
During these next few weeks, you might find some posters around the city, with fairly simple messages[he's no graphic designer, that's for sure]. Most of them can be boiled down to: "Want to help establish communication in this town? Contact Beaker at Ellen's Lab!" The posters also list the apartment he lives in at Vista Way, so you can always drop in and visit. Though there's no guarantee he'll actually be there at any normal time.
On the rare occasions Beaker actually takes a break and not passed out from exhaustion in his apartment, he'll usually be found at Joffrey's Coffee Shop, trying to stave off exhaustion with around ten cups of coffee- the tried and true method to keeping him physically incapable of falling asleep [and also being absurdly gay in the process, but that's another story].
Of course, it also makes him even more danger prone, so maybe don't let him near anything flammable or combustable right now. He's already spilled three cups of coffee in the past 10 minutes.]
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[yells patchy three inches from beaker’s face as he carts a wheelbarrow of flammable spongebob merch through this coffee shop]
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M-mi-meep... Muhmeep-mi muh meepmuh?
[Who... is Spongebob...?]
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[Yeah, he guessed that much.
He picks up one of the flammable Spongebob plush toys. The tag even says "EXTRA FLAMMABLE". Beaker wonders how that's a selling point.
He points to the toy.]
Meep-mimimi muh meep mi? Muh-mee minimiii muh meep?
[Is this Spongebob? Is he famous or something?]
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[Ok. He sees how this is. Fine then. Beaker pulls out his notebook and writes something down:
"That's just how I speak. Thank you for mocking it. Why are these things specifically marketed as flammable."
he turns the notebook to face Patchy.]
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[well-timed reference!!!]
Why not? Spongebob-themed torches!
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ellen's lab
which is why today he's right up on one of the lab tables-- who knows where he even found the time or effort to bother climbing up there-- though all he does is judgmentally watch the proceedings in silence for a good while.]
Hey carrot stick, you're doin' it wrong.
[how much does he know about science, much less whatever Beaker's specifically working on at the moment? abso-fucking-lutely nothing. how much does he enjoy being contrary and not minding his own business? a lot.]
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Muh-meepmimi minimeep mi-muhmeep mi meep-mimi-meepmuh meeni-mii muh meepmee-muhmeep. Muh-meep mi minimuh mee-me?
[Yea, he probably should take a break before he puts something together improperly and shocks himself again. What'd you see that was wrong?
Beaker's perfectly fine accepting the possibility that this tiny cowboy man is a technological genius for now, and he knows he needs all the help he can get.]
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What'd I see that was wrong? Hell, what'd I see that was right?
[he wanders close enough to reach over and point at a specific bunch of wires, although he has no idea what they're even connecting to or what purpose they're serving or... well, anything.]
Uh... there.
[and then he takes a couple steps back to look at Beaker expectantly, like 'you know what you've done'.]
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He examines the wires, curious. He doesn't see anything odd, but- oh, wait! One of them isn't plugged in! This must be what the tiny cowboy meant. Beaker plugs it in before straightening back up, pleased.]
Meep-muh mi! ... Meemuhmeep mimuhmii?
[Thank you! ... What's your name, stranger?]
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Yep. Knew it.
[why does no one ever let him get away with overseeing things like this, he's clearly great at it
Beaker gets a bit of an odd look from him at the question, though. Jed squints at him for a second or two as if trying to determine if he's being serious but... he seems sincere enough, for some reason? which is slightly odd, but maybe he's just forgetful.]
Wha'd'ya mean? We just went over this, Laredo. [like. literally a week ago.] It's Jedediah. Remember? Musta fried your head a few times too many workin' on all'a that technical stuff.
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Muh-meepmimuhmii meep muhmeep. Mi muh-mimi muhminimuh meep mee-meemeep, muhmuhminuh mee-eep muh meep... Meep mi-muh meep mi muh meep mimimi-mee meep.
[He was worried about that. Ever since he came to this place, it feels like his memory keeps failing on him... People he's never met before say they've seen him around or had full conversations with him.
The last comment makes Beaker pause. Maybe it does have to do with the work he's been doing, but... Nah, he hasn't gotten a really bad shock or hit to the head since showing up here. Not yet, at least.]
Mee-muhmeep mi muh, muhmeep. Minimi muhmeep-mi meep?
[Nice to meet you again, anyway. Did you come because of the poster?]
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this thread is half just us talking about our other damn characters
I KNOW
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joffrey's
So, here comes a huge anthropomorphic cat, barreling into the coffee shop. Given the fact that the fur on his back is all puffed up, it's clear he's not really having the best of days. Pete zeroes in on the orange twink surrounded by coffee cups and immediately goes to grab him by the collar.]
YOU! [He snarls viciously as he speaks.] YOUSE GONNA TELL ME WHERE THE HECK I AM, OR I'M GONNA POUND YOU INTO THE PAVEMENT, SEE?
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Beaker drops his fourth coffee cop of the day as he tucks his head into his shirt so quickly that his nose threatens to pop off. He meeps hurried and terrified apologies for something he has no part of.
Oh God, he's gotten so used to, like, fake threats like Plankton and Olaf who are just both idiots and this is actually a big cat man who could crush his pathetic body like a twig and expose the two puppeteers piloting his weird body and then probably snap them both in half too and AAAA]
M-M-MEEP MUH-mi meep m-m-m-meep mi-mi muh meep-m-m-meep muh meep mee-meep muh meep muhmimuhmee mi muhmeep mi muh meep mi mimi-muh meep!
[You've accidentally been transported to another universe and it's called Progress City and everyone here is stuck here just like him and Beaker has no part in this and oh God please don't kill him]
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[Pete scowls, loosening his grip a little on Beaker's shirt. The name sounds familiar, but he can't quite place it...wasn't that the model thing from Tomorrowland or something? Ah, cripes. He scratches his chin and glancing down at the MagicBand on his wrist. Since he hasn't been able to get this stupid thing off...this obviously must be all Mickey's fault. A devious plot to keep him confined to this weird fake city.
Well, Pete's not going to sit idly by while that mouse is in charge! He clenches his fist and pounds it into his other hand.]
Ooh, when I get my hands on that mouse... [He pauses, glancing sideways towards Beaker.] You! Tell me who's in charge of this place!
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First it was Rod Serling from the Twilight Zone and then there was an election and Plankton became Mayor but recently he unleashed a pack of gremlins on the city and got himself impeached and now it's temporarily Rod Serling again until they can hold another election and also who's this mouse you're talking about and please don't hurt him.]
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Rod Serling? You've gotta be kiddin' me. I thought he got the boot for those newfangled Marvels or whatever. And ain't you ever heard of Mickey Mouse? "The Most Famous Mouse in the World?"
[He says his last sentence rather sarcastically, crossing his arms.]
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[... Mickey Mouse???
Beaker has enough sense to keep his mouth shut for now about his past adventures in Disney World, but the surprise and awe in his voice is hard to disguise.
But yeah, he continues- Rod Serling is the Mayor, and apparently there's some sort of history there, with him apparently killing people or enabling people to kill each other?? It's weird.]
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im tired i dont wanna type meepspeak rn its subtitles-only time
ur so valid nick
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Joffrey's
[Honestly the moment he sighted Beaker's head from afar he hauled ass in his direction. Bunsen's trying and failing not to sound too excited but- It's been a while now and he's planning on bothering his dear lab partner for eternity after being separated. He's brought some blueprints with him and is now settling down across the table from Beaker.]
I redrew some blueprints of our past inventions- cloud connector, an intentionally slow internet router, and some unrelated plans for future innovations for muppet labs. Well, Muppet Mobile Labs, now!
[The doctor points to one of the vehicles parked outside the coffee shop with a thumb. It's....a pretty small vehicle, but snug enough for two muppets scientists.]
So, what are your thoughts my fine friend?
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. . .
m... meep?
[Beaker's voice is small, and his eyes seem even wider than normal- uncomprehending. He hasn't hear a damn word Bunsen said, he's a little busy trying to figure out if he's dreaming or not.
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[Waves his tiny muppet hand in front of Beaker's face.]
Are you okay? I know it's been several weeks more or less but uhh-
[did he break his boyfriend without doing anything?????? oH NO]
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[He stammers out the word, still shocked. But slowly, Beaker's realizing that this is real- his crush is back and he's HERE and he's not alone in this weird place anymore and-]
MEEP! MEE-MIMI MEE!!!!
[And just like that, Beaker is gonna just. Lunge over the table and wrap Bunsen into a hug that would be bonecrushing if they actually had spines. What follows is a rush of delighted meeps, that translates essentially to the following ramblings:
you're here you're really here it's been like two months but I've missed you so much I've been dealing with this weird guy who keeps making me do his dirty work and, be his henchman, and he tried to take over the whole city and, and people keep patronizing me and refusing to listen to me and I didn't know if I'd ever see you again or any of the rest of the Muppets and I've missed you so much did I say that already I can't believe this youre finally HERE-
Aw. He might be crying a little, at least as best as a Muppet can- so no actual tears, but it's the thought that counts.]
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[He's laughing and probably crying a little which is a feat for someone without eyes- Bunsen hugs right back and even gives him a small kiss on the nose. Wow....what pals, right? Totally normal, nothing out of the ordinary whatsoever-]
Whoah! Slow down a bit, Beakie!! I'm here in the flesh again- or should I say felt?
Weird guy- It's not that temporary mayor, is it? I'll be sure to deal with him later; those goblins when I arrived were the worst! Ohh Beaker, it was a rough and lonely month without you and the crew. Two weeks, even. Nothing's been happening with the Muppets lately, and that dimensional ticket felt like a perfect one-way trip!
[He's- Well okay, he's gonna assume their second reunion was still like the first; it has been awhile since the goblin fight, and he's more than happy to accept hugs and affection from Beaker.]
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Beaker hesitantly pulls away, sniffling. His meeping is still a little rushed and stutter-y, but not as bad as before.]
M-meemi muhmi meep mi- meemuh.
[No, not the temporary Mayor- Plankton.
And even Bunsen would be hard pressed to not notice how disgusted Beaker is when he says that name. But his meeping turns fond again as Bunsen continues.]
Mee-mi muh mee meep-muh-mi-minimuh mee?
[How bad was the whole "midlife crisis" thing this time?]