With Lucas's mood nearly as elevated as the crushed vehicle he is carrying lifted over his head, Lucas finally makes it to the opposite sidewalk.
All of the random pedestrians in the area scatter, not willing to make any assumptions as to his goals while wielding such a weapon, leaving him and Jonathan a wide berth. Of course, no good samaritans try to help Jonathan up, nor so much as attempt to warn him of the approaching madman that is waving around a whole-ass car. Selfish jerks.
Back by the entrance of the alley, both Miss Calculated and Miss Masher are now standing by Willy. The still-recording office employatrix isn't far behind them, with her phone's focus on Lucas once more.
Willy lets out a long, low, whine, then runs in a small circle around Miss Masher, and
Taking a moment to bounce a bit, jostling Jonathan around to make sure he's secure, Lucas starts walking to the edge of the sidewalk, stopping when he's just a step away from the street.'Hey, waitaminute, he was zoomin' around all over the place at MF's, why didn't he get tired then?'[Those were smaller bursts, and at nowhere near the same top speed as he was just sustaining in order to accomplish all of the tasks he just completed. Though yes, he certainly was tiring himself out then, that's part of why he settled down to try on shoes when he did. Also, it was part of why he was compelled to take a second nap, leading to why it took so long for him to get ready after your… Break time.]'...Oh. Oh right, uh, do we need to move these cars off the s
Now that their group is collectively gathered on the sidewalk near the mangled motorized machine mound, Lucas clears his throat a bit awkwardly while debating what to say to politely encourage Clementine to be on her way.Having determined that the pile of wreckage seems stable, Miss Calculated began rummaging around the edges, snooping through glove boxes and armrests in case there was anything of interest.Willy had gone on his own excursion, his tail wagging excitedly when he finds a half-filled bag of beef jerky.Miss Masher has wandered back over to the pile and began exploring her potential as a modern artist.No wait, false alarm, she was re-arranging some car parts so she could pull out the backseat from
After quietly pocketing her latest find, Miss Calculated surveys the wreckage rollup one final time before taking a few steps away."Hmm, I know you joked about burying her corpse under this mess, but I feel like that would just be excessive at this point? Also, short of re-arranging it all, I believe we've combed over it all well enough to find everything of value, short of gutting the copper to sell for scrap. I imagine that is a bit… Beneath the gentlemen in attendance, though." Deciding she's more interested in continuing on to lunch, Miss Calculated speaks up to redirect the group's attention.Lucas turns to face her with a large smile, relieved that he didn't need to be the one to call for the end of the impromptu looting session."Ah, uh, yeah. Besides, w
The assembly of dorks eventually, finally, make it to Miss Calculated's intended destination. Jonathan had spent the majority of the trip there continuing to try to hide his face, with rather limited success.When they were close, but not quite there yet, Miss Chievous had serenaded the group with an impromptu song. She went on in great detail about her love for lobster tails, as well as the fate held in store for all of the lobster tails that were to soon be brought before her.Miss Calculated and Miss Masher were both completely unphased by her performance, but Lucas felt similarly inspired by it. Here's hoping the restaurant has a full lobster tank, because they're going to be absolutely decimating it.Jonathan's groans were rather indicative of his lack of apprecia
Before anyone has a chance to explain to Miss Masher why they're laughing, another service bot has come over to join them, at a far faster speed than most bots tend to travel at.It's wearing a long apron and has an even less vaguely humanoid configuration than a standard service bot. Most notably, its four longer-than-normal arms are each comprised of a series of small segments, making each look like a tentacle made of metal rings while allowing full flexibility, yet still being capable of supporting weight.'Oh! It's kinda like Doc O- Er, never mind. Not like you'd know what I'm talking about anyway, bah.'[Ah, you gave some imagery that time as well, another show I take it? Hmm, that looked like cybernetics… But that doesn't seem very feasible, the m
Before even opening the menu that was handed to him, Lucas turns to look directly at 23."Hey, before we even start gettin' lookin' into everything, can we order one of every appetizer? Just bring 'em out as soon as they're ready? We're starvin'. Oh, you got wings, right? Uh, just bring a platter each in every sauce they come in. If there's anything you guys want extra of, go ahead, it's all good. Oh, we're gonna be orderin' a bunch by the way, do I gotta do some partial prepay or somethin'?" While Lucas casually money-flexes without even giving 23 a chance to react, Miss Calculated raises an eyebrow questioningly. Miss Chievous's eyes widen in surprise, gaining an excited smile before long. Miss Masher also has a similarly excited expression, truly understanding they really can go all out on this meal.Rewind, who was initia
After some time spent peacefully looking over their menus, Miss Chievous finally works up the nerve to ask her burning question."Sooo… What about leftovers? It's okay to order a little extra… Right?" While she tentatively asks this, she's peeking over the top of her menu, closely observing Lucas in order to gauge his reaction."Eh? Sure, just don't order anything you don't plan on legitimately eating at least some of, I guess. Don't go crazy. Is that a good idea though? We're gonna be out for a while, an' any leftovers'll go bad before you'd get home to put 'em in the fridge, yeah?" After giving consent, Lucas's attention is then fully pulled off of his own menu by her excitedly hopping in her seat a few times, followed by dropping her menu and reaching into the messenger bag she brought from home.<
The ill-advised drinking contest ends with Lucas slamming down his empty glass first. Thankfully, he managed to hold his strength back just enough that he doesn't even crack it. Truly, a proprioception-related miracle.Barely a second after him, Miss Chievous does the same, but with a far less enthusiastic expression."Fuck, I didn't think you'd actually beat me! Baaah, no fair!" She shoves her empty glass over in front of Jonathan, then flops forward onto the table, openly sulking."You weren't going to even get anything if you won anyway! Now Mash is probably going to have to carry you out of here when we're done!" Even though Miss Calculated is clearly scolding her, Miss Chievous giggles a few times, with her face firmly pressed against the wood of the table.