Log:The One Where Maddox Enters On Fire
|The One Where Maddox Enters On Fire
A High Voltage log
16 July, 2017
You know, that one time, it only happened once, right?
It's late in the evening, and that's when Etsys often wake up from their naptimes, then are active for a few hours before falling asleep again. So it might be odd, or it might be not, to find an Etsy finishing her evening nap... here.
Sitting on a chair outside the trailer, in what might be considered the 'stoop' area, Etsy is wearing an undershirt made for someone about a foot taller than her, a ratty, light-blue jersey houserobe hanging open, and those tatty silk slippers that she seems to never go anywhere without. Stuffed in the pocket of the houserobe is an old-fashioned all metal mirror, and the mrbl wanders around the junkyard with Tick and Tock. Or rather, Tick and Tock patrol, and the mrbl trundles diffidently after them, observing. Very managerial, that hedgebeast.
On a rickety little table next to Etsy's chair, there's a large pile of cooked bacon, and a steak. Her webbed hands are wrapped around a very large mug full of heavily-creamered coffee, the big plastic sort that gets filled at gas stations for 99 cents, with a worn-off logo half-showing still. She alternates between drinking from the mug and eating bacon, slowly and almost thoughtfully, her eyes blinking slowly open and closed, like an old-fashioned dolly being tipped one way and then the other.
He's got a case of beef under one arm though, whatever brand Mads would be preferring at that time most often. He hauls it into the junkyard with a smile, his backpack stuffed full of something as well. "It alright if I come in? Like? For a bit I mean?" He asks, awkward, but friendly seeming.
...and then suddenly there's a loud BANG, an explosion, coming from the shop. One of the windows blows out in a shatter of glass, followed by a plume of smoke. The other windows don't get blown out because they've already been broken. A few moments later, the shop door is slamming open and Maddox stumbles out, along with another billow of smoke.
He's in his usual jeans, t-shirt, sneakers, all of it grease and sooth stained at the moment, as is his flesh, his metal bits, his hair. His hair, in fact, is currently smoldering.
"God damn fucking motherfucking shit fuck damn!" Then he spots the pair of them. Wait, is that beer? And meat? He heads over. His shirt appears to be on fire, but he doesn't seem to notice.
Maddox is, however, still on fire, and so the mermaid flutters toward him with an eye toward injuries. I mean, people do actually get hurt when they burn, right? "Is a Leo, he brings a beer, I shared a bacons," she informs the robot, in case he hadn't figured that out. The awkward conversation and its awkward feelings is either dismissed or, more likely for Etsy, is currently being held underwater in the hopes it will stop kicking.
As the two of them swarm him, and Leo's trying to smother him with that jacket, he growls, "Jesus Christ! Are you fucking happy to see me or some shit?" He waves his arms, extracting himself and moving towards where he spotted the beer. He helps himself to one, twisting off the cap (which isn't a twist off) and pocketing it.
He grunts, "Propane pressured meat smoker." Whatever even that is. He looks between the two of them, "What the fuck are you two doing?" He looks up at the sky suddenly, to remind himself as to whether it's night or day. He forgets. "Show's not today, is it? Or is that next week?" Or last week.
Etsy, who looks barely awake despite the fact that she just swarmed over to Maddox to be sure that the fire that was on him wasn't, you know, terminal or anything, tugs up the shirt of his that she stole where it slides down her narrow shoulder, and the blue jersey robe that hangs over it. "Is for making a meats of not spoiling?" she asks, her interest piqued. "A Leos is just arrives, he is bringing a beers." And they were definitely not having any kind of awkward conversation. Nope.