FOURTH WALL MEME!

[darkhourdear]

So, imagine for a moment that a giant snake wrecked your downtown area, and instead of just leaving behind massive amounts of destructive, that it opened something else. A glowing, pink portal appears in the middle of Locke’s business district. And through it come some very... interesting characters.

SAVE THE EARTH: FOURTH WALL MEME



Welcome to Save the Earth’s Fourth Wall Meme! Characters from all over the multi-verse are arriving in this lovely city, and they might find familiar faces, though some of those faces might not recognize them... at least, not from this life.

Go forth and post with your characters! Canon, STE, AU, whatever! Want to post options for both STE and canon versions? Go ahead! Not in game? WE DON’T CARE. Play with us anyway. Heck, make up your own STE person if you like! Then tag around to everybody!!

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[tuners]

Spoil sport. [ She smiles regardless. She knows very well that it isn't a good idea. A rumble of thunder seems to agree with him as the wind kicks up. Really, Freya loves to play with people's hair. The fluffier it is, the more enjoyment she gets from ruffling it. A wind like that.. well, Banagher's hair is just asking to be tousled. One more push forward as she swings. ]

That's summer. [ Her head tilts to the side as she throws her weight forward again, planting her feet on the plastic of the swing. ] Here before you know it. It's my favorite time to swim, though. When there's no lightning, and all the raindrops hit the surface of the water, and you're looking up from beneath...

Definitely my favorite.

[ On the backswing, she glances over and watches him for several seconds. It feels nostalgic, but that's just the way things are. Freya swings forward again and hops off, planting her hands and feet into the sand. It's tempting to brush herself off, but she takes a moment to do a gymnastic finishing pose — as if she's ever had practice at anything coordinated like that in her entire life — and then begins wiping her hands together. ]

Okay, well,.. I suggested the park. Where do you think your entourage won't mind you going to next?

[argents]

I've never done that before, come to think of it. Look up from underneath the water. Summer's always here before you know it, but it ends too quick. Even though the days are supposed to be longer... sometimes I just don't think about it until it's too late.

[ Innocuous little things, he means. He sniffs a bit in thought — everything's starting to smell like ozone. ]

Still, they start packing up once it looks like that, you know. Public pools. Unless you want to race the storm. [ A beat. ] Or break and enter.

[ Both of which he's clearly being tongue-in-cheek about, but at the same time, he thinks he wouldn't put either of them past her. Not for a second. In response to her energy, all zips and kinetic as she launches herself from the swing, he keeps to his spot. He may have glanced off at the street cutting through the view at the edge of the park, where he's being watched from. ]

Persistent, huh?

[tuners]

You should! There's no point in rushing anything anyway. It's nice because you see so much of the sky reflected in all the little drops. [ Freya starts plinking in the air with her fingers as if she were playing a melody on a wall in front of the monkey bars. She does pause, flashing him a mischievous grin as he mentions more underhanded ways to get into the pool. The wind's really picking up now, tossing her hair up. Her lips purse to the side as she regards the FBI tailing her friend with a disapproving click of her tongue. ]

I'm no magical pilot or anything, but... [ Oh man, here come the nerves. Freya starts wringing her hands a little. She's been thinking about this and she's so curious! She has absolutely no leverage to ask, but.. She's decided! Freya pads over and hops up on the monkey bars by his feet. It's difficult but she's stubbornly keeps trying until she's got her arms up on the bars and is gripping to hold on, her body dangling in the air over the sand pit like a sinking life raft. Her voice lowers to a whisper and she's struggling to stay closer. Less chance of anyone overhearing in the wind, anyway.]

Do you think I could see it? Your... your robot I mean.

[argents]

Raincheck, then.

[ Literally, and he's pleased he can make that pun. Looks like somewhere along the way, during the summer, there'd be a locked down pool with their names on it. Before he can completely unstick that thought from his mind though, she's already surging up with another. Some part of him wants to offer her help up, but another part thinks that she won't accept it. So the most he can do is listen above the roar of the stormy air. Banagher tips forward, boot heels lodged against the longer of the bars to keep himself steady.

Something about her nerves always made them tangible, almost. Prickling and popping, like raindrops. The wind made her reckless, and he's never sure what to do about it. ]

And hey, I'm not magical either, just a pilot.

[ If he could even call it that. Briefly, his eyes flicker away from her. ]

Are you sure? Those guys might start tailing you too, if we go.

[tuners]

[ ♬ Don't think for a moment she didn't catch that pun. Rather impish of you, Banagher! Now that she's got a better grip, she allows her feet to swing a little even though it's rough to stay up here. ]

I don't care. I have nothing to hide from anyone. Maybe that's what they need to see, anyway. All of my pulses have been machine related, too, so maybe.. just maybe, I might be able to help. I've got a new one to show you, anyway. I didn't want to make a mess out of the park.

[ Try as she might, it's a very difficult position to hold and she drops suddenly, audibly bumping her elbows against the bars and falling back onto her butt in the sand. One embarrassed grimace turns into a bit of a laugh, shoulders bobbing in good humor, legs splayed out in two straight lines away from her. She seems satisfied anyway. She held on eight seconds longer than her longest time in California! ]

[argents]

[ Banagher tenses up when the collision of her elbows with the metal rings out underneath him. For one brief moment after her spill, he's sorry he didn't at least attempt to haul her up. It all goes spiraling away when she starts laughing though, and he visibly eases back, taking a breath. ]

Machine-related... not a lot of people get pulses like that, I know. Still, you got one that'd make a mess of the whole park, really?

[tuners]

[ Freya's gotten herself back up to sitting, gingerly rubbing at her elbows. Her concentration seems further than him, looking under and passed the structure that he's sitting on. She's nervous about her reveal. ]

I can't really explain it well. Maybe if I'm quick..

[ Maybe she can be discreet? Freya gets back to her feet slowly, feeling the way her sandals sink into the sand reminds her of where she was born. Her voice has lowered to just above a whisper. She glances up, and then eyes a space on the ground in front of her. Come down, Banagher. She doesn't want you to flip out and she's trying to be unnoticeable. She'll wait until you're ready too. ]

Don't freak out okay?

[ Freya reaches into her jacket, pulls out a full size wrench. She must have had this on her, clearly. She steals a glance back toward the street. Good so far? Then she continues. Crescent wrench. Phillips head screwdriver. Flat head. Smaller. Larger. Four at a time. Combination wrench. At one point she just shakes her jacket and a few more fly out, just barely missing her shins. There's screws and nuts and bolts. She's a walking toolbox! As more pop out, she gets flustered and stomps her feet in the sand. In one final display, she rustles just the hem of her clothes and there's a downpour as if she had a dozen tools strapped to her somewhere. Clearly, with her spring time clothes, this isn't possible. The clanging of each piece of metal makes her crouch down and sweep some sand over them, nervous to draw attention. ]

I don't know where they're all coming from! But I know the right name for every single one of them and what I could use them for. What do you make of that?

[argents]

[ Thud, one wrench. An eyebrow raises.

Thud, two. Both eyebrows raise.

THUD, THUD, THUD...

Just how many —

When all the pieces and parts come cascading out, Banagher thinks, finally, that this is the actual weirdest thing he's seen so far. ]

What do I make of that? It's... incredible. And insane! What happens if they see you?

[ Banagher has gone from curious to awed to now vaguely unnerved in the space of time it's taken to drop a whole workshop's worth of tools into the sand. So after a moment of having a completely simple look on his face, he crouches down in kind to sit on his haunches. He reaches out to sweep some more sand across the spread of wrenches, but his fingertips linger on one. ]

Telling me not to freak out wasn't a very good warning either, you know. Still.

[ He picks up the wrench and weighs it in his palm. ]

You really know how to use all of these?

[tuners]

[ It's a good thing she's handling this remarkably well. She's had some terrible experiences with changing clothes thus far. Freya's keenly aware that the storm is edging closer and they're surrounded by a pile of metal. She brushes a bit more sand over the pile, burying it further. Most of her attention has rolled to watching Banagher's expression, a bit relieved that he has viewed it as a positive like she has. Her brother wasn't so enthusiastic. ]

Well, I don't really have anything to hide. They're just tools as far as I can tell. It's just they don't just disappear after they've appeared. I have to be reaching for a tool and my hand just kind of wraps around it as if I was already carrying it in my pocket. [ Muttering, she looks down at the pile. ] I didn't know what I needed. I made a mess.

[ Freya leans forward onto her tip toes, no small feat in a pile of sand and takes a quick glance. ]

That's a 170mm combination wrench. The open end is 5.8mm and the box end is 8.4mm. It's 1/2". And yeah... I know pretty much everything I could use it for. [ She laughs as she reaches a hand to tuck a chunk of blonde hair behind her ears. ]

I know how to use all of them. I've started walking around the house and every time I look at something, I just get a feeling about what tool would best fix it if it were broken.

Do you think that'd be useful? [ A press of her lips. She really wants to be useful in some way. ]

[argents]

Do I? [ Banagher repeats, a little stunned that this is a question at all. ] I couldn't even tell you what half of these things are!

[ And here he was, in 'control' of a couple thousand pounds of metal and propulsion, all of which would put him in deep trouble if it were to suddenly break down on him. Not that he's exactly in a position to talk logistics, but — a Gundam was still a machine. Maybe it was an impossible machine, but he knows better. If it could break, it would. And no one on this Earth, himself included, was equipped to handle that possibility.

Well, maybe. Looks like the tide had changed. ]

Which means I'm no good at repairing anything, and I have a machine with a bunch of holes ripped into it, still. I don't know what you did, whoever you used to be, but do you think you'd know how to fix it? If I showed you.

[ Which was her request in the first place, wasn't it? Nothing to hide, she'd said. ]

[tuners]

[ Freya plucks up a screwdriver with two fingers, letting the tip drop from her grasp, dip and touch to its brothers and sisters in the sand. 25mm Flat Head. She's so easy to read. Her fidgeting with her shoes, poking at the metal in front of her. The air deflates a bit more. ]

I might not be able to.

[ Her knees lower to the ground and she slowly starts to gather up the tools. She said more would appear and that she didn't need to take them with her, so why pick them up? But then, that should be obvious. They're in a children's park. The sand is there for safety. And who knows, she might just need them after all. A bright smile flares up on her face as she starts shoving sandy tools into her pockets. ]

I'll do my best though!

[ A beat. She pauses, looks from Banagher's hands to her own, to the pile of tools and then off. ]

You think they'd help us carry these?

[argents]

There's only one way to know for sure, I think. [ Banagher scoots forward to help her collect the spread of tools, piling up a few wrenches in the crook of his elbow. He pauses to pick up a bolt, peering through it with one eye. He swivels to focus it on the car parked in the distance. ] ...On both counts.

[ He rolls the bolt thoughtfully between his thumb and forefinger. ]

We're going to have to hitch a ride from them anyway, right?

[tuners]

Yup!

[ Even split between two people, it's a lot of tools to carry. She stands once they're balanced out in weight, arms crossed over them, pressed tight to her chest. She waits patiently for him until they start toward the car. ]

My uncle's in the FBI. He used to swing me up onto his shoulders when I was little. [ She doesn't have a free hand to perform the motion, but the way her shoulder shrugs up, it's clear she wants to level her hand a few feet above her head to indicate height. ]

If there's any trouble, maybe I can call him to vouch for me. We go to Bancroft, and our parents are military. [ Down goes a hammer and she stoops to swing it back up into her arms, juggling the others. It's just in time for the first heavy drops of rain to start tumbling from the clouds above them and Freya lifts her face. This is her favorite part. The rain before it turns into drizzle when you can still see the edge of the cloud line and the sky when it's still splashes of color instead of gray. ]

I'll follow your lead, Banagher.

[ Oh yes, she does side step just once to bump her shoulder into yours and fall in step behind. ]