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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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When he speaks again, his tone is. Very bitter.]
Mee, muhmeepmi minimuh. Mi meep muh-mi muhmee-meepmimi, meenimuh meep muh meepmi minuhmeep-muhmee mii muh-meepmi muh. Meep-mi muh mi-muhmi.
[Yeah, the gremlin man. He doesn't look much like the gremlins, but he made them and tried to take over the whole place with them. Deserves worse than just getting impeached.
... That might be a pretty big can of worms Jed's opened.]
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[And boy does he have a solution for you!]
So tie him to the train tracks, then. [Jedediah, who has absolutely zero qualms with murder,] You want justice you gotta go out and get it yourself, Laredo.
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[He was mayor, but Beaker supposes he didn't feel like he had enough power, and wanted to forcibly take it all.]
... Meep.
[No.
He shakes his head. He may hate Plankton, but he's not sure if he can bring himself to do something like that.
Even if he did recently abandon Olaf to the gremlins and nearly kill him twice.]
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[Of course he has absolutely zero experience actually doing anything he's talking about, as is the case for most of his suggestions.]
Anyhow, if you need help with gettin' those fancy talking boxes workin' I'm more than happy to lend a hand. May not have the most technical know-how but plastic don't conduct electricity too well and I don't think you need anymore shocks than you've already got.
[Assuming his memory issues stem from. Electrical trauma. Of some kind. Though he guesses there's other options.]
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[He knows, and he'll keep Jed's suggestion in mind for a last resort- Lord knows Plankton isn't gonna change for the better any time soon.
At the last comment, Beaker tilts his head- if he could grin, he would be now.]
Muhmeep mi muh mee minimuh meep-mi-mimi-mimuh meep minii mee-me-meep minimuh meep-mi muhmi meep-muhmii.
[He's been shocked plenty of times in his life- he wouldn't be surprised if they'd finally taken their toll on him.]
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[His knowledge of justice systems may be just slightly lacking but it's fine.]
And I'd say it already has, if scrambling your memory counts for anything. [Jed holds up his hands a half-second later, though, because he at least remembers his advice concerning the matter from earlier.] But we ain't worryin' about that possibility.
[Or thinking about it in general. These things are best handled by ignoring it for half a century.]
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[He doesn't... think... so? To be honest this town is short on a lot of things that should be high priority. There are security guards, though!]
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[He has. Opinions. On the matter. And though he's yet to meet a security guard here if he did encounter one he'd be 100% ready to throw down.]
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[Well, one of them's a panther. He hasn't met him, though. But that probably makes him better than most security guards.]
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[He seems to contemplate the concept for a moment or two before shrugging.]
Well, I reckon tearing folks' throats out is somewhat more effective than just handcuffing 'em. I'll give you that.
this thread is half just us talking about our other damn characters
[Yep, a real one- not a superhero named after one.]
Mimuhmimi meep-mi muh, minimuh-meep-mi-muh meep, mi. Mee meep mi mimi.
[He's heard the panther is nice enough, and hasn't mauled anyone, but still. Good idea to be cautious.]
I KNOW
[translation: i will do everything in my power to get mauled by a panther]
Anyway, oughta let you get back to figuring this whole mess out. Just do me a favor and lemme know how it's comin' along once you really get things started. Or, y'know, just put up more fancy posters.
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Meemi! Mi-meemi muh meep minimee, meepminimuh meep!
[Alright! Come back any time you like, and thanks for the help!]