re_alignment | [Video][A friend lost and a strange light Shining]

[McCrane is on a late patrol, in the junk-yard at night. With the horrors of the Glyphless catastrophe over and all of the paperwork filed, he has been searching for two things: One, the materials to build a soccer-goal, and two...]

Has anyone seen Gunmax?

[He's worried. He's always worried, of course, but now he looks more worried than usual. He turns, and for a moment the camera catches a small ball of light hovering over a silver-wrapped box with a gold bow. Curious, McCrane approaches, and the light moves out of the video, as does the box.]

I am also wondering about Barricade, as he has been gone for several weeks now. I don't know if keeping track of the populace is part of our Law Enforcement duties, but...it should be done. [McCrane reaches down, and suddenly the silver box pops back into view while he holds it. It's still remarkably well-lit for this time of night, but that may be because there's that small ball of light, shining on it again.]

And now it looks like I'll have to add Whirl onto the list, too. [He fingers the nametag, turning it toward the camera. Today was strange enough, but it looked as if it was going to get stranger.]

Is anyone else encountering unusual lights?

[It reminded him of Drill Boy's mythical fairy.]

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You want a stranger to look at my bombpresent?

[RUDE.]

No, it's not that, I just...

[What.]

I don't want you to explode.

[Now that's just weird.]

...why not? [Everyone wants Whirl to die. Painfully. Including Whirl!]

Because it seems painful.

I don't really want to see you in pain.

[Its not in his job description.]

What are you, some kind of hippy?

What is a hippy?

[Does that answer your question?]

Drift.

[Fraggin' loser.]

You know, all about holding hands and kumbaya singing and hugging and probably talking to crystals.

Whirl, I have no idea what you're trying to say.

You are welcome to open the box, however, and I will stay here in case anything goes...

...

Awry.

Ehhhhh. You're the dork. Do research. [Dork hobbies.]

[RIGHT, his box. He's just going to clutch it to his chassis like a happy little miser. WHIRL'S BOX GO AWAY. *hiss hiss swat*]

Right. Little tick tock. Let's see what you've got for uncle Whirl. [He's going to pet the box for a klik before turning away so McCrane ~~can't see~~ is protected from some blast or some slag like that.]

[McCrane stays nearby, just in case, and waits patiently for Whirl to open his box--which thankfully does not contain an explosion.]

Is it a bomb?

[He might be trying to peer to see.]

[Oh but you're wrong. The box does contain an explosion: an explosion of pure glee. Because this is the best thing ever. ]

[Whirl will struggle to contain himself. He's not so good at self-restraint, though, so enjoy a rather excited wriggle.]

It's even better.

Only thing better'n this is what Drift got. [Because dismembered parts? Yeah Whirl's jelly.]

[But that's not important: he has a fantastic clock necklace and you don't. Nyah.]

What is it?

[He's pretty sure everything is better than what Drift got.]

It's...not harmful?

[He's definitely approaching now.]

[No way: dismembered limbs are always the perfect gift. But this is even...perfecter. ]

Only hurtful to losers who have no fraggin' sense of style.

[Because it is only the most amazing hand-style clock, with a little brass alarm bell on the top, attached to a chain that was cut, very much to show as much BLIIIIIIIIING as possible when it moves.]

[/anime SHING sound effect]

[Mccrane realizes, with some amount of chagrin, that he probably has no sense of style.]

It is...very lovely, Whirl.

[He only barely refrains from asking what it is, again.]

It is even your color.

[McCrane, you have a question mark on the side of your helm. Style and you parted ways like...forever.]

Lovely? Are you fraggin' kidding me?

[Whirl doesn't do lovely. He does badaft and sick and other adjectives like that.]

[He will dangle it closer so you can see the awesome more closely. Maybe some of it will rub off on you or something.]

Of course it is. Because it's mine. [And for once in his life, Whirl is glad he didn't shoot something.]

[It's true. He's barely a year old and already hopelessly outdated.]

Ah...no. I'm not. I think it's an interesting gift, but...

I'm glad it makes you happy.

[And he's glad it didn't explode. He inspects it, though, when its offered.]

Are you supposed to wear it?

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