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Card games on transforming robots!
Who: Ryou Bakura and YOU!
Where: Throughout the City
When: Post sex pollen
What: A creampuff lands in a robot wasteland.
Warnings: none!
He'd woken up in a lot of weird places; a dusty staircase somewhere in the middle of Egypt, a floating duel blimp in the middle of a duel he didn't remember signing up for, a brief glimpse of a dark hospital room. So to wake up staring at the sky when he very clearly remembered being at his apartment in Domino City was only mildly alarming, to say the least.
Unfortunately, he was only prone to sleepwalking when a certain someone had been using him as a living puppet, and that certain someone was long gone. Right?
Ryou didn't dwell on that thought for long. Instead, he set forth to explore. None of this was familiar in the slightest, certainly not in the terms of being on earth or the glimpses of the darker realm his other self so frequently inhabited. And so a lanky, white-haired teenager crouches down among the dust, fingers searching for... well, anything, really. So far, the results were disappointing.
Where: Throughout the City
When: Post sex pollen
What: A creampuff lands in a robot wasteland.
Warnings: none!
He'd woken up in a lot of weird places; a dusty staircase somewhere in the middle of Egypt, a floating duel blimp in the middle of a duel he didn't remember signing up for, a brief glimpse of a dark hospital room. So to wake up staring at the sky when he very clearly remembered being at his apartment in Domino City was only mildly alarming, to say the least.
Unfortunately, he was only prone to sleepwalking when a certain someone had been using him as a living puppet, and that certain someone was long gone. Right?
Ryou didn't dwell on that thought for long. Instead, he set forth to explore. None of this was familiar in the slightest, certainly not in the terms of being on earth or the glimpses of the darker realm his other self so frequently inhabited. And so a lanky, white-haired teenager crouches down among the dust, fingers searching for... well, anything, really. So far, the results were disappointing.
stumbles in here a million years late with starbucks
There's a pile of wiring and valuable pieces of the terminal in a pile next to her. Obviously this is Very Important and Delicate Work.
and you didn't bring me any ugh
SRY PAL
She spins around, holding the wrench out like a gun. But it's not, just a wrench.
"What! Do you want?"
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She throws the wrench aside, crossing her arms and huffing.
"That being said, the planet name is Cybertron. Presumably in the galaxy worthless and annoying."
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He glances over his shoulder back the way he came. "That's unbelievable... but it explains a lot..."
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Actually it's completely impossible and Peridot is very angry about everything but she has to pretend to be the Superior Science here ok
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He glances back over his shoulder; he hadn't seen anyone around during his little adventure throughout the ruins. But it never hurts to double check. "I mean... is there anyone else here?"
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Reopening her display, Peridot pretends to actually look for information.
"The natives appear to be a large mechanoid race. All cursed with extreme obnoxiousness."