[log] Trapped at the Drive-thru[closed]

[jumpthegun]

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sylar, Rhys, Angel, Vaughn, and Beckett (and possibly the Cat)
Location: Building 248
Date: Day 177
Summary: Far too many people descend on a fast food joint for supplies.
Warnings: Please just note note them in the subject line if they come up!

[A fast food restaurant. The exact details of the brand are missing, but it sells fairly standard fare: hamburgers, french fries, chicken nuggets, soda... Sadly, it seems like they don't have milkshakes or ice cream, but sometimes they have coffee! This place is regularly stocked with food, so no one can stay here overnight. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND FIFTY THREE, TRAVELLING NORTH, IF ANY ASSISTANCE IS REQUIRED CONTACT @LELRIC ANY TIME" is written on one of the walls. "ALPHONSE ELRIC, DAY ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY TWO, CONTACT @LELRIC FOR ANY ASSISTANCE." is written on the wall.]

Comments

[headjacked]

[ Rhys apparently isn't checking his tablet, or moving, which'll no doubt thrill Sherlock to no end.

As the guy stands there, 200% oblivious, a piercing, robotic wail blares from behind Sherlock. Dumpy has swooped in, and he's shining the yellow light of his, uh, 'eye' in Sherlocks'.

Hello, New Person! Hello!! ]

[howdull]

[What?! How dare that person not check their messages! It's incredibly rude when Sherlock wants him to move his noodle body out of the way.

He's about to send another, less polite message, when he's accosted by a shrieking robot.]

...Shoo.

[headjacked]

[ Dumpy does not shoo.

Dumpy gets louder, and butts against the newcomer's shoulder. Out of, y'know. Love.

The good news is that gets Rhys' attention and gets him moving. Towards Sherlock. Congrats! ]

He's just being friendly!

[howdull]

[This is the opposite of what he wants!!!]

Then stop it being friendly. I assume you're the owner.

[headjacked]

He's got, like, two modes -- friendly and aggressive. Do you want aggressive, 'cause I can give you aggressive.

[howdull]

I'd rather have 'absent', you and it.

[Said point blank, not caring about being rude.]

[headjacked]

Awww, that right?? Well, I wouldn't want to inconvenience you,.

[ Sherlock, my dude. My guy. You are bringing this upon yourself. Rhys very purposefully gets closer, and dear sweet Dumpy goes from shoulder - nudges to head bonking. People usually respond to that! ]

[howdull]

[This is the worst thing ever.

His lips downturn and he snaps a hand up to grab at the little robot thing.]

Good, then take your mechanical annoyance and leave.

[headjacked]

Mmmmmtoo bad I didn't mean it.

Dumpy. Thrusters to max.

[ Dumpy obliges, all while oblivously trying to cuddlesnug up to Sherlock. The thrusters aren't about to set anything on fire (majorly...), but the heat is going to get uncomfy.

Sorry, Sherlock. ]

[howdull]

[He will punch the little robot, don't think he won't.

He'll give it another few seconds to stop and move away, his glare fixed firmly on Rhys' face.]

Does irritating me sufficiently distract you from your crippling self-worth and guilt issues to make it worthwhile?