San Angeles - Downtown

 

        In downtown San Angeles, like much of the city, there is the constant noise of hover cars and people. Between the honking of cars and the constant shouting and talking, this area never knows silence. The buildings are the usual; cataclysmically tall, though many are completely covered in gigantic signs and advertisements, both normal and holographic in nature. Flashing lights, Coca-Cola signs, Marlboro signs, and any other drink, cigarette, hovercar company, and "adult" oriented stores are plastered alongside skyscrapers and buildings. If there's anything you need to buy, there's no doubt that it can be found here. Of note are the modern facilities of the Global News Network, the leader in all the world's news coverage. Police are frequent here, the main station resting near the teleporter nexus, making certain the San Angeles stays peaceful.

 

Dr. Camille Lafayette [Uniform] [NA]   San Angeles Memorial Stadium

 

 

GNN Central <GNN> leads to San Angeles - GNN Central.

East <E> leads to San Angeles - Sierra Nevada Outskirts.

West <W> leads to San Angeles - Wharf District.

Northeast <NE> leads to San Angeles - Industrial District.

Northwest <NW> leads to San Angeles - Business District.

Southeast <SE> leads to San Angeles - Historical District.

Southwest <SW> leads to San Angeles - Residential District.

Teleportation Area <TA> leads to Teleportation Area--San Angeles.

 

        Weeks and weeks of work. Not just regular work, either. The frantic got-to-get-it-done work that accompanies big projects. Thusly exhausted, Cammy has taken a much-needed day off to walk the streets of San An and partake in one of her pasttimes: looking for the perfect coffee house to bring a laptop to and look mysterious.

        ...well. She couldn't look mysterious anymore. Stupid cyborg body.

        So, clad in casual wear to throw off the whole 'Neo Arcadia' stigma, Camille wanders along in a mental funk, taking a moment to stop and stare up at the GNN building. Man, was it tall.

 

Funny, Chest had just been thinking the same thing. He's been running ragged with all the Japan/Javelin/Africa/world falling apart problems plaging the world these days. Unlike the Doctor, however, Chest isn't taking a day off. The prince of media is merely taking a stroll around the block to clear his head for another good solid four hours of overtime. Which problem on this planet will he tackle next? Hovering slowly, head downward, and muttering to himself about this and that, Chest is barely even paying attention to where he's going. The GNN head honcho is wearing a cheap brown winter coat as the chill starts to roll in for the end of fall and smoking one of his cigars. Chest, still not paying attention, very nearly runs into the gal staring up at GNN Central. "Whoa!" Chest exclaims after the mild collision as he hovers back, "Sorry, ma'am. Wasn't even paying attention to where I was going." he says, looking up at the far taller lady.

 

        Reflexively, Cammy gets ready to scream. Then she realizes that the impact was on her shoulder, and calms down - you have to understand, the last two times she went walking in Torontreal, the exact same reploid 'bumped' into her by 'accident' and got his head shoved someplace heads should not be shoved, even if Cammy's height means they were conveniently ground level.

        Instead of screaming, the doctor glances over at the person - no, robot - apologizing to her and mutters, "No problem..." this is where realization dawns. "...wait, you're that Chest guy, right?"

        She never liked his name.

 

Chest is a Chest, as in something that holds other things. In this case, it's mountains and mountains of information. At least that's Chest's story and he's sticking to it. Now his long lost brother Crotch on the other hand... the professional journalist takes his cigar out of his mouth briefly and hovers back a few feet after hitting probably around Cammy's hip or so. It really was an accident. "That's right. Chest - Global News Network, at your service." He gives a slight bow. Usually he wouldn't be so polite to a stranger, but he did accidently walk right into her. Also, there's something mildly familiar about that gal, but Chest can't put his finger on it.

 

        Cammy, still a little weary and shellshocked from her work, might come off as vaguely ditzy or, at least, out of it. She nods in return to Chest's bow and enjoys the awkward silence of not having anything to talk about. Finally, she asks the question that's been on her mind forever.

        "...why exactly were you named Chest?"

 

"As in a treasure chest," Chest replies quickly, "Why, what didja think I was named Chest?" he asks with a chuckle. But then the GNNer shrugs his shoulders and says, "Seriously, though, I haven't the faintest idea. Back when I was built, giving robots nonsensical names was all the rage. I never bothered to look into it, Ms...?" he trails off, obviously prompting Cammy. Where does he know her from?

 

Fashionable Feline arrives from the Business District.

Fashionable Feline has arrived.

 

        "Just seemed like a weird name, I guess," Cammy responds sheepishly. I mean, Chest /is/ a weird name, right?

        Hunching forward a bit, maybe a little selfconsciously, when the GNN Guy asks for her name, she mutters lowly, "Lafayette."

 

Chest chuckles and nods, "Suppose is it, Ms. Lafayette." Now it's really starting to bug him... where does he remember that name from? It's on the tip of his tongue, and for a few moments, Chest looks rather awkward as he tries to think about it. Suddenly it comes to him in a flash. "Wait wait, the /Dr. Lafayette/ super-model?" he asks, arching a metal eyebrow. He KNEW he saw that name around, and it was from one of Tangerine's insane reports. Chest once tried reading one of those entertainment reports, but it made his brain fizzle and he never ever dared do it again. Thus, all he can recall is the title: HOT NEO-ARCADIAN IS AWESOME MODEL. There was a note in Tangerine's handwriting saying 'Dr. Camille Lafayette - bi?' Chest never read the report, needless to say, but simply let Tangerine do whatever she was planning so as not to make his head hurt.

 

Tonight is the night where the cat is let out of the bag, the vain Reploid is decked out in a 70s type leisure suit of his own design while music blares from his personal radio. He sings along to it, "Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Staying alive! Staying alive!" The Cat has nothing better to do but strut his stuff down the sidewalk, attracting many glances from people while giving them that handsome smile of his in return.

 

        Cammy sees where this is going. The awkward silence, that is. Either he's letting this sink in or something else - but, soon enough, the realization comes out, and she nods mutely. Well, not exactly mutely, as she adds:

        "Yes, I'm a model. You may have heard of me."

        For the record, Cammy is totally not bi nor a lesbian. Unless she thought acting as such would spite several members of the male population.

 

Fashionable Feline

            Currently this cool cat is wearing a neon green trench coat with black lining and some really tight leather/latex type pants which makes his butt look so damn good.

 

Chest sticks his cigar back in his mouth and nods. Unlike others of the male population, Chest is not impressed with a pretty chassis. "Indeed I have." He raises a hand slightly, "Don't worry, I couldn't care less about your fashion job. However your other job... am I right in hearing that you're a member of the Neo-Arcadian armed forces?" he asks with an obvious hint of disapproval. Before he can get an answer, however, Chest peers over at some awful noise pollution coming his way. Scowling, Chest can feel his temper rising. "Blasted punk!" he shouts at Fashion, "Turn that racket down for crying out loud before you make us all go deaf!!" His shouting is about as noisy as the music. "It's impolite! Rude! Annoying!" He gestures with his cigar, "And while you're at it, son, put on some damn real clothes!"

 

        Cammy starts to explain, mostly because of Chest's tone of disapproval. If there was one thing she regretted about Neo Arcadia, it was that everyone hates Neo Arcadia. But, in the middle of her efforts to form words:

        "...dammit."

        Quickly, the doctor/model/person hides her face in an effort to keep unnoticed.

 

Fashionable Feline stops dead in his tracks as Chest tells him to turn his music down, he can barely hear him, but that expression on his face clearly dictates that he's angry, so he turns down the music a bit only to hear the end of his rant, "Rude? Annoying? Look grandpa, when you're this sexy there's no such thing as rude or annoying." He then scowls at Chest himself, "As for these clothes these are fantabulous hand made by me, which means they're ten times better than any old plaid shirt and straw hat you might have in your closet." He coughs as some of the smoke reaches him, he tries to fan it away with one of his hands, "And you wanna put that thing away? The smoke is going to dirty my clothes!" But his attention is diverted as he spots the model, raising a brow he walks up to her, "Well what do we have here? No doubt a sexy lady." He basically looks Cammy from head to toe and back up again, yep he's checking her out. "I bet she knows a fashion genius when she sees one. Come on baby, tell grandpa here that I'm one stylin' guy!"

 

Chest naturally assumes that Cammy is just looking away in a desperate attempt to avoid that awful noise pollution that the pair of them are being assaulted with. Goddamn young punks these days. Think they rule the world. Well we're on GNN's lawn, boy! The GNN head honcho scowls at the Reploid feline and puts his hands on what would be his hips if he had legs, keeping his cigar in his mouth. "You young twits don't understand anything!" he exclaims through his cigar, "You think you can just get by on your 'rap music' and your 'poppers' and who knows what else you're into these days!" Chest flails his arms into the air, "Y'know boy, in my time we RESPECTED our elders! By gum we treated them like gold. We knew the value in the advice coming from someone with experience." Chest hovers towards Fashionable and tsks, gesturing at the clothes, "Son, those aren't clothes you're wearing. It's a cow that's been horribly mutilated." Chest keeps on smoking, "Oh I'm sorry, is my cigar bothering you, son? Gee, I didn't realize." he keeps smoking. For the record, Chest is wearing a cheap brown winter coat. "And I'll have you know this thing was on sale, and I got it for $9.99. See, you punks just don't understand the value of a Zenny these days." Chest shakes his head in disgust and then peers back at Cammy who's busy being Fashionabilized (that is now an official word), "Confound it, boy," he says to the Reploid, "Get the hell of mah lawn!" Indeed, they're right outside GNN Central!

 

        For her part, Cammy tries hard to keep her face hidden. She mutters back, "I, uh, uhm, yeah, sure." That's a lot of commas!

 

Fashionable Feline is dumbfounded by Chest, his old man linguo is lost upon him, "What the heck is a popper? And as for respect I give women the respect they deserve, why it's an honor to be in my presence, I respect their choice of feasting their eyes on me." He pumps a fist against his own chest as he finishes that sentence, "As for your clothes... all you need to do is glue a pair pants on your chest and you can finally move in at one of those Disney Universe condos and be with the rest of those old wrinkly rust buckets."

 

Chest rolls his optics, "Pfft. No decent woman with any amount of self respect would have anything to do with a punk like you." he says. If only we had a Plum in order to find out for sure. Chest then gestures towards Camille, "See? Take a look at Dr. Lafayette, here. She's doing everything she can to avoid looking at you and your terrible noise." He never does bother to translate his old man lingo. Fashionable would probably never understand. "And I'll have you know that whether or not I choose to wear pants is up to me and me alone. For cryin' out loud, son, there's more to life than just wearing your fancy-smancy 'duds', or your 'threads', or whatever you youngin's call it these days."

 

        Cammy looks vaguely mortified. Maybe this'll be over soon and no one will notice her.

        Hope?

 

Sewage Shark arrives from the Sierra Nevada Outskirts.

Sewage Shark has arrived.

 

Did he just say Dr. Lafayette? There's something very familiar about that name to him. He tries to remember what is so familiar about it yet draws a blank, it's only safe to assume that whatever is in that mechanical brain of his is eventually pushed out by useless facts about clothes and various grooming techniques. He looks at Chest once again, "I'll let you know that many women with self respect have done things with me. Like that Alia chick, she use to fall head over feet for me. Well back when I was with Repliforce anyways. But the point is I got what the ladies want!"

 

Seems like just about everyone almost remembers Lafayette's name. "Alia?" Chest laughs in a condescending manner. "What, was she drunk or just dating down out of pity?" Chest grins and gestures to the leather clothes, "Now I'm no expert in the ladies myself," he says, chomping on his cigar, "But with an attitude like that you're on the path to ruin. Take it from someone with experience, son." For Sewage and anyone else who might be joining in, the threesome are currently on the sidewalk outside of GNN Central.

 

        And Cammy is doing her best to hide her face while Old Crank fights Young Rebel. It's Pirate versus Ninja all over again!

 

         o/~ "I saw Daddy.. kissing - SANTA CLAUUUSSS, underneath the mistletoooe at niiight... I saw Daddy.. fondling - SANTA CLAUUUSSS, underneath the mistletoe at niiiiiiight.." comes an annoyingly off-tune voice, which gets closer and closer as well as the noise of stomping metal feet. It's Sewage Shark, in all of his scummy and stinky goodness! He's walking about, whistling a tune with no care in the world. He makes a round about the block, and heads towards the sidewalk where the three people all conveniently happen to be.

Somewhere on the MUSH, Colonel has disconnected.

 

Fashionable Feline snorts at Chest, "I'll have you know that this smile..." Uh oh, he reveals that pearly white smile of his for what seems to be like half a minute before he actually resumes talking, "...can capture the attention of even the most reserved of women and it worked on Alia just fine!" He sighs as old man Chest keeps rambling, "Look are you going to get with the times Pops or are you going to stay in 2209? Things are different now! It's 2217! Get with the program!"

 

Chest winces at the smile as if it pains him just to see it. He then looks over his shoulder, "Your fancy smile didn't seem to work on the good Doctor here, now did it?" And just before Chest was going to rant at her for being a Neo-Arcadian. But now that she's (unintentially) helping him in his war against the younger generation. The GNN bossman's cigar is now burnt to a stub, and he drops it to the ground, smushing it underneath his hoverpad. "Oh don't get me started on all the things here in 2217. It was way better back in 2209. For one thing, we didn't have all this disrespect to put up wi..." Chest trails off as he's suddenly flanked by additional awful, AWFUL noise! The billionaire winces and looks around, spying Sewage Shark approach. Can Chest save the old fashioned ideals against the forces of Sewage and Fashionable?

 

        Of course it didn't work on Cammy! She's had her face hidden from Fashionable the entire time. The effect of the smile under normal circumstances still remain to be seen.

 

As his charming smile seems to fail his only conclusion is, "She must be near sighted or something. This is the smile that made all of Repliforce jealous and launched a clothing line!" He also turns his attention to Sewage Shark as the newcomer arrives, "Ahhhh!!!" He's obviously frightened by this scummy looking person! Or maybe he just doesn't want any gunk getting on his threads.

 

         Sewage ends his song with a couple of shakes of his rear end, and turns around to see the three. He blinks, looking to Cammy (who looks familiar, you just can't miss THOSE honkers!), Chest (who also looks kind of familiar), and some weird-looking cat dude. He bites his lip and looks around awkwardly and clears his throat. "Uhhh, yo," he says.

 

Reporto arrives from the GNN Central.

Reporto has arrived.

 

Chest looks Sewage up and down. Grime, dirt, and a smell that could kill a man. Then he turns and looks Fashionable up and down. Pretentious pretty boy, idiotic clothes, and an insane ego. Chest backs up abruptly, very nearly running into Dr. Lafayette once again (which is what started this whole ordeal in the first place. "LightCossackCain!" he exclaims, shaking his head, "It's like a horrible nightmare where the very worst parts of the newer generations have converged on one point, creating a terrible nexus of the universe of bad taste!" He glances at both Sewage and Fashionable, "If only you two could merge and come out with something decent for cryin' out loud!"

 

Fashionable Feline states to no one in particular, "You know I usually love fish." He looks Sewage Shark up and down, "But you have to be the ugliest, smelliest, most disgusting fish I've ever met!" His optics seem to pop out of his head, "I wouldn't even touch you with a sanitized beautifying pole you walking pig fish!" He turns his attention back to Chest, "Nor you."

 

        Not having noticed Sewage arrive, Cammy continues to remain mute, even when Chest bumps into her again. Maybe they'll all just go away if she pretends to be a statue.

 

         Sewage turns to address Chest, putting his hands on his hips. "Okay, dude, you're confusing me with those big huge words of yours," he grunts. But, before he can really say much more, up pipes the weird-looking cat dude. Usually Sewage would laugh off such comments, but it's really the tone of voice in which Fashionable says it that really makes his mechfluids boil. He hunches over some and growls. "Yeah, this coming from someone who coughs out hairballs and licks their crotch!"

 

Chest leans back as Sewage and Fashionable have their opening volley against each other and whispers to Cammy, "You see how they are, Doctor? They're like a pair of spoiled brats whining about anything and everything. It must be something with the way Reploids are programmed these days. I swear, somebody should do a study." Of course, he whispers this nice and loudly so that both Sewage and Fashionable can probably hear perfectly well. As he had a few barbs slung his way, Chest retorts to each briefly. To Fashionable he says, "I'm all for not being touched by ya, son. I wouldn't want to catch the programming glitch that turned you into an ass." To Sewage he says, "I'm not terribly surprised. The new generation just doesn't care about /learning/ anymore." He shakes his head. He does snicker at Sewage's crotch comment to Fashionable, though. That was pretty funny.

 

        Cammy replies meekly, trying not to be too loud - or too opinionated, so as to not offend Chest, who clearly put up the Neo Arcadia Sucks sign earlier.

        "...uh, yes, a lot of reploids and androids are... uhm... bratty."

 

Fashionable Feline takes offense to that, "Hairballs? Hairballs?! I'll show you a hairball!" He points to a spot on Sewage's body that seems to have a small ball of hair stuck to it, "There's your hairball!" Then Chest goes on his old man talk again, dissing his generation, but calling him an ass seems to have no effect on him, he tries to stare down at his own ass, "Yeah, I do have a great ass don't I? It wouldn't look any good on you. I'm glad we can agree on that."

 

        And so, Cammy edges slowly away, until she gets to the point that she can just break out running for the teleporters. Man, was that awkward!

 

Dr. Camille Lafayette enters the Teleportation Area--San Angeles.

Dr. Camille Lafayette has left.

 

         As it's pointed out, Sewage looks over at the spot with the hairs sticking out of it, blinks, and plucks it out. Then he tosses it aside. "That, gentlemen, is why you shouldn't shave your pubes in the shower," he says in a mock-serious tone. Or it is serious, it's hard to tell. The mech, still somewhat ticked off, glances at Chest. "Hey, old man, why don't you just hike your pants up to your ribs and start waving yer cane at us?"

 

Chest pffts and waves his hand dismissively, "I don't have legs. I don't need anything below the waist." He rolls his optics as Sewage and Fashionable continue to go at it, and shakes his head the pubes comment, serious or otherwise. "Were you not listening, son? I don't have legs!" He gestures down with his hands. Indeed, he has no legs! Well, he has one leg, sort of. "It's Reploids like you two that give artificial intelligence a bad name." Yeah, somehow I think Cammy's been suddenly reminded of why humans should really be the ones in control of this planet. Chest normally wouldn't get into a discussion like this, but his temper has a mind of its own sometime.

 

Fashionable Feline has to agree with the vile fish, "Yeah once he gets those pants up to his nipples he can move away to Disney Universe and leave us in peace."

 

         Sewage gives a loud snort as if trying to suppress laughter at Fashionable's comment, starting to forget about any snobbiness. Instead he erupts in giggles, and doubles over laughing for a moment, even if it is physically impossible seeing as how Chest doesn't really have legs. "Aw, come on, Oldy McOld," he says, attempting to be somewhat serious. He gestures around some. "If humans can be stupid, why not us? It's kinda the whole point of free will. Man, it'd be boring to have no mind." He ends up breaking into laughter again.

 

Oh oh, the twits are starting to gang up on him. "Hey hey hey, what in the world is wrong with you two? Did your programmer not slap you enough when you were still compiling or something? I'm in no mood to retire anytime soon, believe you me. I still put in a good solid 15 hour shift on a /good/ day. Pfft, I'm sure that's leagues better than either of you punks can claim. Some of us actually contribute to society around here!" Chest suddenly wishes he still had his cigar around. To Sewage he snaps, "Free will is one thing. Being a dumbass is something else."

 

Fashionable Feline crosses his arms at the mention of programmers, "Hey my creator made me to serve in Repliforce, it's not my fault he didn't give me the choice to serve but instead forced me to. That's why they call it Repliforce you know. Because they force you to do things. I've seen it with my own two eyes, it's all a sham."

 

         Okay, NOW the Shark's getting ticked off. He nearly swipes as he turns suddenly towards Chest, stepping towards him. "Good to society?! GOOD TO SOCIETY?! I put up with peoples' crap all day, literally! And you sit around on your fat ass, reading stuff off of paper! Although the weather lady is kind of hot.. but anyway... GOOD TO SOCIETY?! /GOOD TO SOCIETY/!!!" He shrieks this phrase out a few more times, all the while balling his hands up into fists. His orange eyes narrow some.

 

Chest arches an eyebrow a la The Rock at Sewage. His face deepens into a scowl and he hovers right on up to Sewage, pointing at him and looking up into his big blue face, "SIT ON MY FAT ASS!" he roars. He doesn't bother pointing out the whole fact that he has no ass again. "Tell me this, buddy boy - when the Robot Masters come a knockin' to wipe out some innocent community on one of their beer runs, WHO is there first on the scene to ensure that Repliforce and the Hunters know all about it in order to fight off the evil doers?" he shouts. "US! When the Mavericks are trying to swell their ranks by offering up their propaganda to lure poor Reploids and humans into a fate worse than death, who's there to counter it all and set things right? GNN!" He pokes Sewage a few times.

        Glancing over his shoulder, he snaps at Fashionable, "Pfft. Yeah yeah, I've heard it all before about how evil Repliforce is," he says sarcastically, "That's what they have resignation papers for."

 

Fashionable Feline rolls his eyes at Chest as he goes on about how important GNN is, "The only reason you get to the story first is because you have a monopoly going on, POX is much better and flasher, plus they have that cool The Nightly Show program with that fellow that hasn't been brainwashed by your own views. Plus he's funny." He grunts at Chest, "Hey they have hazings and all sorts of things in there that only members have seen. Sure from the outside Repliforce looks like a daring highly trained special mission force whose purpose is to defend human freedom against the Coalition, a ruthless terrorist organization determined to rule the world. But on the inside they're a bunch of elitist jerks!"

 

        And along came Polly...if Polly happened to be Reporto. The little midget of an Android could be seen wandering about, his propeller's currently deactivated so as not to overexert them with his oh so heavy chassis. Yet...there was something he noticed, some inkling of a recognition. Wait..was that...? It was! "CHIEF!" Reporto called out, as he dashed over toward Chest and waved his right hand wildly in greeting.

 

         Sewage glares right back down at Chest's finger, and then at Chest himself. He growls, gaping his mouth open to show the triangle-shaped teeth, just begging to bite into something. He's almost so angry that he can just PUNCH something, but of course, the police would whisk him right away if he did that. So, he's having a really hard time suppressing himself. "Yeah, way to squash the competition! I don't watch the news often because they're always tryin' to shove their stupid views in-my-face!" He turns around, sticking his butt right up into the air, waving it at Chest, then turning to look between his legs at Chest and flipping the bird. "This is what I think of it!" Oh, yes, and he sees some tiny little green robot rushing over to the guy. Fashionable is all but forgotten, although the shark tends to agree with his views.

 

Oh no you didn't! Oh no you didn't! Chest is silent for a moment as he turns around to face Fashionable. "POX?" he asks. "/POX/? P- "Lets show Robot Master and Maverick propaganda if they slip us a few bucks" -OX?" he says with an amazed look on his face. Chest almost looks like he's about to laugh. "Don't even get me started on the terrible journalistic practices of POX." Chest also adds, "I'm not terribly surprised you couldn't cut it in Repliforce, cat. It takes -guts- and -courage- for something like that. Nor that you'd find POX to be good watching." The sheer idea that Fashionable likes POX just makes so much sense that it calms Chest down a bit.

        Having removed his finger from Sewage's vicinity, Chest peeeers at the razor sharp teeth in his mouth. He moves out of Sewage's personal space, feeling a bit better after he spoke the truth of the craptastic nature of POX. He rolls his optics at the middle finger, "Well welcome to the fourth grade, son." Having calmed down, Chest should be just fine. But then Reporto shows up. The GNN Owner groans, but still manages to offer up a half-assed, "Don't call me 'chief'."

 

King arrives from the Teleportation Area--San Angeles.

King has arrived.

 

Aha! And so a new weapon shall now be added to the arsenal against the old buttless man! "Look you better calm down Chief. There's nothing wrong with POX, just because POX attracts people away from GNN doesn't mean that POX is all that bad Chief. Why if I had my choice Chief, POX would be on that big screen in New York. And we'd see their amusing POX ticker at the bottom of the screen with breaking headline news such as Chicken Pox Outbreak In America! Yeah POX is such a good channel Chief, you should chill off and watch it sometimes. You might actually like it Chief and get a dose of 2217 instead of being in your 2209 GNN Golden Oldies glory days. Face it Chief, POX is the wave of the future!"

 

        "Don't mind the geek, chief," Reporto said to Chest, as he pointed slightly toward Fashionable Feline. "We know that he is a little crazy guy, what with that talking of POX this and POX that...worthless old POX. How about this instead, chief, we should stick him in the middle of MavBerlin and watch him handle interviewing Vile like I did. I doubt he would find the Mavericks fun to be around then. Now, if you do not mind, chief, I must be off...ya know, got to go take pictures and ask questions about the stuff you told me too. Hope you liked the pictures I sent you!" Reporto said, even as he waved and started to walk away, already on the prowl for more wonderful snippets of joy to discover.

 

King emerges from the teleporters, amidst some of the other crowd coming to and fro. San Angeles being the sort of place it is, the royal Robot Master is able to walk freely without concern for someone or something leaping at him, pointing fingers, or frothing at the mouth or the like. Such it is that King can freely walk the street, and come here to conduct different kinds of...business as needbe.

 

         Sewage just stands there and fumes as he returns to a standing position and crosses his arms. "Oh my god, why do I even BOTHER?" But soon there are some hushed noises coming from a few people walking past as they notice the rather large and recognizable Master walking around like it's no big deal. Sewage turns on his heel, putting a hand to his brow. His face lights up. "Hey, it's Tubby!"

 

Chest glares at Fashionable, "It's not as annoying when /you/ do it," he snaps at the cat, even though in truth it really is. All the ranting about POX causes the GNN Head Honcho to consider smiting someone, but he resists. "Please. The overall public knows where to go for unbias reporting, and it isn't POX. Isn't that right, Dr. Lafa-..." Chest looks around, having finally noticed that Cammy has left. Fashionable must have scared her off with his leather pants. He smiles down at Reporto and nods in agreement. He even accepts being called Chief for a moment thanks to that. "I don't think he has what it takes to interview Vile, Reporto. And yeah, the pictures were fine." Hey, when outnumbered you cannot be choosey about your defenders. Chest looks from Fashionable to Sewage, seeing if there's any other barbs coming his way. "Tubby?" he asks, looking around. Then he spots King.

 

Fashionable Feline's leather pants don't scare babes away, they attract them like adult magazines attract lonely old men. If anything if must have been Chest's freakish appearances that scared her away. "The overall public is a bunch of fools brainwashed by your media. But not me! I try to avoid the news whenever I can! That way I can keep my mind as fresh as a daisy!" He turns his attention to King too, "Now there's a good looking robot with style that just shouts, 'I'm the top cat!'."

 

King's eyes sweep about the mingled crowds here and there, indeed looking down on most as he would as some sort of Monarch of somes sort another. A motion of his arm adjusts his cape just slightly so that it's no longer draped over his shoulder and magnificent shoulderguard. This is about when Sewer Shark shouts out, and his optics narrow ever so slightly, extended hand clenching into a light fist...but he says nothing, instead seeming as if he hadn't even heard it.

 

         While the argument's simmering down, Sewage Shark takes the chance to cool off some, shuffling his feet and turning away from everyone. "Okay, uh, I'm gonna make like a banana and split! .. YOINK!" With a little cloud of dust, the fish is gone. However, he leaves his telltale scent behind as well.

 

Chest waves his hand dismissively at Fashionable, "Yeah yeah yeah." He says. There's always nuts out there, and Chest just happened to stumble across one of them here. There's no way to convince Fashionable about the sheer awesome that is the Global News Network. He's a failed Repliforcer for crying out loud. Chest peers as Sewage runs away and kinda feels like he might do the same thing. "Yeah, I, ah, better get back to /work/." he shoots Fashionable a look and begins hovering back into GNN Central.

 

Fashionable Feline stares at Chest, he's made an enemy on this day, an enemy lacking a proper butt! "Pffft work, that's so over-rated, everyone knows working more than 5 hours a week is unhealthy." Speaking of work he should eventually go design more clothes, if you do something you love it's not work And he loves to create new designs, but the selling part is the work shop, having to part with his creations is so hard to do.