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I AM SO GLAD I TYPED ALL THIS OUT WHEN I WAS SOBER

I know you weren't expecting to see me again so soon, but frankly, you should just consider yourselves lucky and leave it at that.

I've always had something of an interest in time travel. Never wanted to try it myself - after all, there's so much that can go wrong. But once again, you heros have been given a higher purpose! My attempts to meld two parts of the timestream appear to have been successful!

So there's now not only your normal, 'gamecanon' selves wandering around, but now you've got to deal with these 'ten years later' nutjobs.

One small stipulation: past and future selves can not speak to each other. I talked to the lovely lady who assembled you all, and if two copies get within twenty feet of each other, one of them will be 'ported' off and away. If it happens repeatedly she'll send one of you home.

[TL;DR it's an open RP post that allows characters from

capeandcowl and

cnc2020, just don't talk to yourselves and break the timestream.]

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[Walks past Waspinator; drops a candy bar by what looks like an accident as he goes by.]

[2020 waspinator might spend a lot of time lost in his own thoughts, but he's at least a bit smarter than the one people here used to know. and people do not just drop food, nu-uh.]

[he darts over and grabs the stranger's arm, looking perplexed. 'What's the meaning of this?' his face seems to say.]

[The sound of footsteps rushing towards him alerts him before Waspinator has a chance to touch him; by the time there's a hand on his arm, No-Name has a gun in his hand and is pointing it between the bugbot's eyes, ready to shoot.]

[Seeing his assailant, he pauses for a moment, holding it there--and then hides it away again, holding up his hand palm-side out in an 'it's okay' gesture once he's done so.]

[He's not going to harm you.]

[he's had guns aimed at him before, and he's never really gotten used to the experience. knowing that a tool in the hands of a puny fleshling could send him offline in an instant is always like a bucket of cold water over his head. it forces him to realize that in this body, he can't be repaired overnight and he won't live for centuries and his cowardice kicks in at full force, making him drop to the ground in a crouch with his hands over his head. he hates having to talk, but in this kind of situation he'll force it out.]

Not going to... Hurt you. Pleaze don't shoot. [he babbles quickly, stopping only for breath and to give his throat a rest.]

[That's not the reaction he wanted from the ex-bot, dammit--he could nearly curse himself for having that as a reflex to being run at and/or touched without permission, but it had kept him alive so many times; wishing that it didn't exist was tantamount to begging for death... and he didn't do that, anymore.]

[A slight shake of his head, just a few degrees to either side, and No-Name kneels to be at eye level with Waspinator, hesitantly reaching out to grip him gently by the shoulders. His old acquaintance wasn't the only one that rarely ever spoke; when No-Name addresses him, staring intently, his voice is almost non-existent from disuse.]

[Waspinator stands uncertainly, looking uneasy. he's obeying, but only because he's been threatened. maybe not verbally or even sincerely, but point is that it happened, and he's been thrown into fight or flight mode now.]

[largely flight, if we're all honest.]

[he nods jerkily at the man in front of him, wincing as he does so. he's not entirely sure what the protocol here is. he doesn't really recognize the other man, but he seems to know him. not terribly unusual, given Waspinator's memory.]

[Mmmf. No-Name considers shaking Waspinator and telling him to quit cringing, but that's unacceptable. Would frighten the poor thing even more. Would break his own highly-controlled exterior image. Generally a bad idea all around. Instead, he continues to keep silent.]

[The tall brunet man slowly moves one of his gloved hands to Waspinator's hair and shifts it about a bit, still keeping a good hold on one shoulder with the other, looking for the antenna he remembered poking out, before--but they're not there, and he wonders why.]

[It doesn't matter. As long as nobody's picked up that damn job listing.]

[He lets go, stepping back to allow Waspinator some personal space, putting his hands in his pockets to signify that he had no intention of attacking and nodding in the general direction of the candy bar he'd dropped some ways before.]

[he winces at the hand in his hair, but doesn't jolt away. it's not that he doesn't want too - he might be able to stand contact now, but only from people he knows - but he figures that acqueising is a good start to making sure this guy doesn't pull out his gun again. he doesn't run away, since he's learn that nearly any human with a weapon should be treated like a large and irritable bear. and running just aggravates them.]

[his hands come together in front of his stomach to fidget, and he supresses the urge to crack his knuckles. a glance at the snack and he dashes to get it, snatching it up and returning to the stranger. he holds it out, worry painted across his face.]

You dropped this. [he mouths]

[Running would have aggravated him, but not for the reasons Waspinator suspected; No-Name watches as the other fidgets and then scuttles off to grab up the piece of candy, and decides that it's probably for the best, even if it bothers him--questions would be difficult, and if he stayed around too long, they would likely get asked.]

[Although he can feel a faint tinge of surprise when the ex-bot comes dashing back, he keeps his expression perfectly blank, waiting to see what happens. When he's offered the treat, he puts on a small act and stares at it like he's never seen it before.]

[He gives a small shake of his head for a 'no' and then glances up at Waspinator with what could pass for a mildly confused look.]

[I don't know what you're talking about. Isn't that yours?]

[the reaction he gets is confusing, to say the least. Waspinator had been sure that the human had dropped the candy. he'd seen it with his own eyes, even.]

[so he jabs the bar at the man, nudging him with it and looking worried. he doesn't want to annoy him, but he's not that stupid. people don't carry things around they don't remember getting. except, perhaps, idiots with gaping holes in their memories, but that's another story.]

[waspinator's skittish about communicating with a human, but doesn't want to let this go. besides, were he honest with himself, he'd admit he needed the company. those that keep him locked in the present tense don't appear to be in the area, and he'll take who he can get if that's necessary.]

[Being unexpectedly poked with the candy nearly inspires another automatic reaction, but he manages to keep it in check, forcing himself to stay still for the most part. All that he does instead is gently push away the object with one hand, pressing it back closer to Waspinator.]

Keep it, [he mouths, silently, finally figuring that it would be too difficult to convince his old friend to do so by action alone. It'd be a depressing thought, if he allowed himself to dwell on it for too long--the being he remembered wouldn't have thought to try giving it back, in years long past. Now No-Name couldn't get him to do anything except that.]

[He doesn't smile, but he doesn't look angry; something about his relaxed body language implies that he's okay with the idea--of course it does. It's the truth.]

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I AM SO GLAD I TYPED ALL THIS OUT WHEN I WAS SOBER

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.... please forgive any hideous typos i swear i have an excuse

's okay bb <333 forgive my lateness i was playing rock band with the relatives

lmfasdjfhsdf it's thanksgiving break no one expecting IMMEDIATE TAGS (i hope)

thank god (i hope not either)

sometimes i love being canadese 8) (/totally useless for the break regardless)

lucky snowmonsters <3

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