Smash vs. Wild

[planking]

Who: Flint and YOU!
What: The manliest camping trip ever
Where: The green stuff in the northeast corner of the map
When: The weekend of September 7-9
Warnings: Poison ivy.

Ah, camping. The great outdoors! Nature! Wind in the trees and rivers flowing down the mountain. Far, far, far away from civilization. And science. Especially science. Flint loved the outdoors. A little fresh air always did wonders for his mood. And when things got really stressful? Well, on those occasions, he needed an extra dose of the outdoors.

This was one of those occasions.

Two times running mazes for homicidal robots was two times too many, and as much as he could at least tolerate all the wonders of modern invention in FDC, all of the recent science had set him a little on edge. He needed to unwind, and he finally found himself with a free weekend to do it. And he thought, why not bring everyone else along for the ride? Surely some fresh air would do them good, too. Yep, this was gonna be a good weekend.

((OOC: There will be some general threads but please feel free to go nuts and make your own threads for stuff!))

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ADVENTURE TIME

[explosion_day]

RICK WAS TOTALLY HERE. He was so excited to be here. He was outside. Outside was a completely new experience compared to Aperture Science, Space, and the School. It was new and exiting and amazing.

How he got this far on his own was a grand mystery--hitched a ride on the back of a majestic eagle, or someone had a really strong magnet, or he propelled himself through shear robotestosterone and larate--but there was a simple fact of the matter and that was THERE WAS ONLY SO FAR Rick could go.

You know, without legs or arms.

There is a robot in the wilderness, made of metal and spherical in shape, slightly larger than a basketball and slightly smaller than a beach ball. He chattering on about adventure and manliness and occasionally growling about his predicament, flipping his handle bars about tiredly like a fish out of water. He stood out very much against the green/slowly browning leaves and foliage of the forest.

"Hey!" Perhaps someone with legs or arms could assist poor Rick. "Hey, you! Human andor rough description of the less humany types! Down here!"

[robinsegg]

There's a blue-haired kid staring at you.

Why was a cocoon talking and wiggling some weird bars?

Staaaaaaaaare......

[explosion_day]

"Hey you... uh... kid." The robot said.

"Mind giving me a hand down here?"

[robinsegg]

Sig stared at the talking cocoon some more.

"Cocoons shouldn't be moved. Otherwise they die. So you shouldn't move."

[explosion_day]

"Wh--do I look like a cocoon? Some kinda' robo-mantis-bot? No. I'm an Adventure Sphere." He corrected, clearly offended.

[robinsegg]

A what. "Adventure Cocoon?"

This was going to take some time...

[explosion_day]

"Adventure Sphere. A core. A... a robot."

Very probably, but Rick would try.

[robinsegg]

"Ro-butt." No, it wasn't on purpose. Serious.

Sig gave his head a light scratch as he stared at the core in deep thought. It still looked like a cocoon of some kind.

"Bug named ro-butt?"

[explosion_day]

"Robot. Named. Rick." Rick repeated slowly, loudly, impatience lacing his robot voice. Man, this human must have had a lobotomy or something at some point.

[travelingbelle]

Blue had also ended up staring at bit at this sphere she had stumbled upon.

This was the weirdest Magnemite she had ever seen.

But Magnemites didn't talk!?!?!

"H-hello?"

[explosion_day]

Oh sweet, a chick.

"Hey there, pretty lady." The robot smoothly responded from his grassy bed. "You out havin' a camping adventure too?"

[travelingbelle]

So it WAS talking!

Blue blinked and nodded her head, crouching down near this large metallic eyeball. "Uh-huh. Are you practing your bear fake-out techniques?"

[explosion_day]

"Bear fake-outs?" The metallic eyeball scoffed. "No way. If anything that's what they do when they see me. Call it a 'Rick fake-out'. Bears run screamin' and cryin' whenever they see me."

YOU /WOULD/

[travelingbelle]

"Well that's very impressive."

Maybe he was related to a Magnemite. Maybe he was just very macho. Blue wasn't sure what to make of a very macho eyeball.

"I'll know who to come find if I meet a bear, Mr. Rick."

It's canon ok (no it's not)

[explosion_day]

The little robot looked pleased with himself that he was impressing her. No doubt, he was very impressive. And machognemite.

"Tell you what, 'cause you're so gorgeous I'll offer you a one-time deal of Bear-Slaying, free-of-charge. Just stick with me and I'll keep you safe from any ol' bear on your adventures."

Rick winked at Blue. With his one eye. Somehow, he made it work.

[travelingbelle]

Did he just wink. Blue got the impression that he just winked. Somehow. With his one eye. Huh.

This was a funny little robyeballgemite. Thing. Blue grinned despite herself, because this relationship with the sphere was still so young and naive that she didn't know any better. "What a wonderfully kind offer. How could I possibly refuse?"

Re: ADVENTURE TIME

[planking]

Rick was here.

How was that even possible.

That made no sense.

Flint was still not entirely sure what to make of Rick. He was a robot, but not the beep-boop-do-these-dangerous-science-tests type of robot. And he seemed to know a lot about hats. Flint could appreciate a man, err, robot who knew his hats.

He knelt down by the flailing robot eye. "Glad you could make it?"

[explosion_day]

Flint you should know by not to not question these sorts of things. At the very least, Rick knew what to make of Flint: He was a pretty okay human with good taste in hats.

"Figure you could use someone robust and experienced on your survival wilderness thing."

Said the personality core helplessly stuck on the ground.

"'N help keep all the bears away."

Re: ADVENTURE TIME

[bluetanker]

Some sort of muscular god of a man is walking past you, Rick.

He appears to be covered in mud and also blood.

The blood looks to be from a bear that he has tossed over his shoulders.

It looks like he clobbered it to death with a tree or something.

[explosion_day]

Holy balls to the walls mother of binary code.

That. Is a huge guy. With a bear. A dead bear.

"Psst." The metallic sphere on the ground whispered. "Guy. Where'd you get that bear from?"

[tank_rockarms]

What. What was talking to him. There was a voice from somewhere near his feet. A... a large green eye looked up at him.

"What the heck are you?" Max asked, the bear still draped across his impossibly broad shoulders.

The soft patter of bear's blood rolling off of Max's pectoral muscles and hitting the forest ground far below was the only sound to be heard after this exclamation.

[explosion_day]

"I'm an Adventure Sphere." The metallic sphere proclaimed. "Name's Rick. Kinda' an expert in all things adventure--like bear huntin', trackin', trappin', slappin', and so forth."

He could not help you have an impressive bounty, blue-haired muscular human. Not as impressive as he, but close, yes.

[tank_rockarms]

"You're a bear hunter," said Max, with an air of incredulity, even though Max didn't know what that word meant.

A drop of bear's blood rolled down Max's forearm, leaving behind it a terrible red path of the violent cessation of natural life, marking that massy limb as belonging to a slayer of beasts and men.

"How the heck are you supposed to hunt bears? You ain't got arms or feet or nothin'. Can you float or shoot lasers outta your eye?"

[explosion_day]

"'Course I can hunt bears." Offense taken, but Rick was notably not elaborating just how exactly he does this. Just that he was very confident that he could.

"Go find me the biggest, meanest, nastiest, bearest of bears right now and I'll show you."

[tank_rockarms]

A drop of bear's blood rolled off of Max's elbow and splattered onto the adventure sphere.

"I'm sorta busy with my own bear right now," said Max. "That I killed by pullin' a tree outta the ground and clubbin' it to death with. Which is how I hunt a bear."

"But if you know all about bear huntin' then you must be pretty good at skinnin' a bear. So why don't you show me how good you are at dressin' a bear in the field?"

The bear lands with a tremendous thud next to your... well I guess all of you, Rick. It's bleeding, Rick. More of the blood might touch you, Rick. A mean looking knife lands next to it, point stuck into the ground.