Ickle Meatships!

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Hopefully no one sues me for semi-stealing the SLEEP meme format but!



ICKLE!

Think about or think back on the childhood days/younger days of your character (or your character now if they already are kids). There's a huge playroom with a mountain of toys....

Have fun, Kids! And no fightings!

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[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Toy robots are one thing, real ones are another. This one is frowning at that canister. "What's in there?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

::Head-shakes. Defiant little chirps. A nuzzling lick at the ear-skritching hand but nope, this one ain't going anywhere alone, sorry!::

Eee-eeh!

::Oh, and you think his English was bad before? It's practically nonexistent at this stage::

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

< We haven't learned about dimensional travel in school yet, > Ax said slowly. < Why would there be more species with two legs in an alternate dimension? >

He listened to Brainy's lecture with interest. < It still looks like you might fall over. Wouldn't a tail make more sense if you were going to design yourself with two legs? >

Ax stood up taller. < I'm going to be a warrior because it's the duty of every Andalite to fight the Yeerk threat before they take over the universe. Haven't you heard about the Yeerks? >

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

That's... unusual. Brainy bends down to get a better look at the odd little creature. "What are you?" he asks, uncertain if it's even sapient.

[morphitudinous]

[Aww. Little Billy is calmed by the nuzzle-lick, just as his older counterpart will be later on. But he's still worried.]

Please go! If you receive injuries because of me, I will feel terribly.

Tiny bot alert? IDK he was pretty tiny to start with.

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

Brainy glances at the title. "Oh, I've read that," he says dismissively. There's a beat before he adds in smug overtones; "It's outdated."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Young Sheeana stands with her hands on her hips in front of the rather disturbingly accurate looking painting of a giant fish leaping and swallowing a house. "You're just in the way."

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee-eee!

::Headshake. Chirp. Ohplease, don't kill him for his English. Oh and yeah, he's found a section of Bee's pants, latches on with his mouth and proceeds to try and gently tug::

Noh Hine!

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn just shrugs. "Or you could do it with trial and error like everyone else who experiments. I mean, how else are you supposed to learn anything?"

[justabarkeep.livejournal.com]

"You're also looking at us like we're zoo animals." Tal points out, folding his arms and glaring at the green kid talking to his sister.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee?

::Chirps. Sniffs. The beastie's head upturns toward the voice. Just...yeah. English::

"Ew. Ew?"

It begins.

[notlewis]

Luis looks up at the other kid, eyes him suspiciously for a moment, and then goes back to reading. "I borrowed it from Señor Mendez. Abuelo said I can have a new one for my birthday."

[foreseen-future.livejournal.com]

"And you're a grindwump," Nura says leaning forward. Her white hair rattles with a shake of her head. "Of course I'm not omniscient. Only the spirits are."

[gaulung.livejournal.com]

"Can I meet your dad?" Gauron knows a thing or two about getting cigarettes from grownups. Noticing Dean eyeing his BB gun, he adds, his tone a little smug, "You have one of these?" Gauron would agree with him that BB guns are for babies - just like most of the crap in this room. He'd rather have his AK-47, even though ammo is always in short supply where he comes from.

[morphitudinous]

No one is left behind?

[Billy sighs in defeat, bending to fondly pet the creature's head. It's nice---no one's really stuck up for him before.]

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

"Different evolutionary paths, obviously," he says. "I thought you'd know that already."

Almost like he's trying to weird Ax out, Brainy walks around the Andalite, taking note of various details as he does so. "A tail would likely make sense from your perspective, having little experience with bipedal species, but from mine not having one makes perfect sense."

He pauses for a moment, thinking. "No, Yeerks sound to be exclusive to your reality or galaxy."

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Nuh-uh. Moms are always right. That's why they're moms.

It's still icky and gross. You can get addicted to it, and then it takes forever to stop. Years and years and it's hard.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eee. Noh hine.

::A rather definite nod. Then a nuzzling lick...okay, and a playful tug on his pants. Like a hyper dog::

[notastaffchick.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Are you Mexican?" Hunter asks, more out of curiosity than anything. He's from a tiny town in the middle of Georgia, and has the accent to match... all Hispanic people tend to be labeled 'Mexican', no matter their background.

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

"I was standing all the way over here," he answers hotly. "You're just making up excuses for the fact you're making a mess while wasting time with... whatever that is."

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Well yeah, but this is a special car. It needs to go to the garage," Paco said. "I was gonna fix it so it would go faster. Do you want to help? Then it could go way faster!"

[morphitudinous]

Whoa! Please be careful. I'd prefer to keep my pants on, thank you.

[He tugs upward, making sure his belt is firmly in place, then scoops the little imp up.]

Hi, my name is Billy! Do you have a name? [Glancing at his friend's neck, checking for some sort of nametag.]

Whatever are you talking about? They'll totally be BFFs.

[emotionl4arobot.livejournal.com]

"I suppose you have to start somewhere," he says. "Even if it's with outdated texts. It's even in a book format, after all."

He frowns a little and eventually asks; "Birthday?"

[notlewis]

Luis sits forward and deposits the book on the floor, smoothing out the pages for the other kid to look at. It's a positively thrilling chapter about neurons and dendrites. Ooooh!

"Soy de Valencia, España," he replied, then paused to decipher the English. "I am from Valencia, Spain. De donde eres?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Eeee! Bee? Bee!

::He's about four pounds at most currently, if that. And maybe somewhere between a foot and a foot-and-a-half from ear to toe. So he's easily swept up.
Oh, ah...yes. There's a collar on his neck. Metal. No tags. Just a rather solid-looking metal collar::

Rrrr-ehnne.