Yes, he's being careful.It's late at night, there's noone that his senses can detect that aren't part of the Livewires in at least three miles, and the sounds of the area around the farmhouse are completely and utterly natural. That means it's time to practice, and perhaps even blow off a little steam.Hollowpoint is standing on top of the farmhouse, a coffee can of three-penny nails beside him. He's plucking them up, holding them between two fingers, and then flicking them into a tree about fifty yards away. As of now, he's been practicing his writing, the words 'Bored. Bored. Bored.' embedded in the tree.Hmn
Social's head pops up over the edge of the eaves, hair mussed with leaves stuck in it. She's holding the edge with only one hand, the other occupied with a bundle of something or other as she clings to the side of the building. "You busy?" she grins.
*toss* *thunk**toss* *thunk*".. Nah. What's going on?"Hollowpoint stops the nail-tossing, turning to look over to where Social is. He pushes his glasses up over his eyes, and tilts his head a bit. "What's that?"
She beams blindingly and scrambles all the way onto the roof. "I found it! Isn't it cute?" And she thrusts a squirming, flailing kitten towards her teammate for a closer look, grinning widely.
".. Huh."Hollowpoint catches and holds onto the little squirming mass of 'kitten', lifting it up so he can look into it's eyes. He does check for any of Auto's tell-tale tampering then brings it back down, tucking it into the crook of his arm, ruffling behind it's ears."Figures you'd go for something cute. You pick a name for it?"
"Nope. 'S why I came up. Got any ideas?" She leans over and tickles under the kitten's chin, getting needle-sharp teeth buried in her finger for her troubles. She grins, wigging the finger back and forth. "Isn't he great?!"
"Trouble." Hollowpoint says it with the faint hint of a grin, dialing back his lack of personality enough to let the humor show through. After all, it's relatively safe here. "And yes, he's cute, Social. Where did you find him?"
"Hee! That's cute! Isn't dat cute, widdle Twubble?" She grins and wiggles the finger again, ignoring the fact that 'Trouble' is now gnawing on it. She beams happily at Hollowpoint, obviously enamoured with the vicious thing. "He was all alone in the parking lot at the grocery store! There was a box, and the little girl already gave away all his brothers and sisters, but nobody wanted him. I can't see why." she pouts. "He's adorable!"
"Maybe he's a vampire. He seems to have something for your skin."Trouble's really the perfect kind of pet for Social - after all, any human family would probably get rid of the cat right quick when he went for blood - but, well.. They were a bit more durable."I'm assuming you already have something downloaded on the care and feeding of cats?"
She nods rapidly, almost bouncing. "Yup! I need to go shopping! He needs a litter box and a mat and a bed and dishes and brushes and food and..." On and on goes the list of the myriad things needed for the care and feeding of one small cat.
"Do you have cash, or are you just going to try and charm the store owners with the kitten and your wiles?" Another grin, and another shake of his head, picking up and tossing another nail into the tree. "Need an extra hand when you go?"
"...Good question." Frownyface. "Auto has cash, right? And sure! You can carry stuff for me!" she grins.
"If anyone does. She seems to be the most practical about that kind of thing. Probably because she's new."That 'new human smell' hasn't quite worn off, or something. Hollowpoint motions to the edge of the roof, then makes sure that Social has a good grip on the kitten. "See you downstairs." With that, he just drops.
She snuggles the kitten some more, rubbing her nose in his soft fur (and getting lacerated several times doing so) for a moment before following.
Hollowpoint's waiting at the door, watching the ongoing scratches and bites with another slight grin. "You're going to need fake blood if you go out with the kitten. Otherwise, people might start to wonder."He calls into the house. "Hey - going out. Anyone need anything?"
Downstairs, Auto's working with one of the nanofac tanks, slowly coaxing it into producing the molecular-cast alloys that she'll need for Cornfed's new skeleton.Somewhere behind her, a mouse is entertaining itself by munching on some nuts. Mmm, nuts.
Social bounces past Hollowpoint and down the stairs, kitten flailing wildly and trying to chew her hand off at the wrist. "Auto! Look! Isn't he fabulous!" she beams, showing off the malevolent creature proudly.
"Well, he certainly likes you," she says, bending around from behind some piece of equipment. "Or at least how you taste... by the way, I've got some news you might like."
Hollowpoint follows in, hands in his pockets. He's seen at least some of the things down here, and it's all impressive. After all, Auto's come a long way.
"News?" She perks up, intrigued. "News about what?" The kitten has apparently given up on gnawing of her hand, and has moved to a finger.
"It took some poking around in the Nexus," says Auto, retrieving a hypoderm-looking device from a shelf, "but I've got working repairs for your force-field inductors plotted out."
"Sounds like good news. I saw the note upstairs - how're the other things coming?"Hollowpoint finds something to sit on, and puts his chin on his hands.
She beams blindingly and glomps Auto, kitten getting mildly squashed and squalling indignantly. "That's fantastic! When do you think they'll be done?"
Auto pokes Social's neck with the hypo-thing, a slight hiss noise resulting as the injected nanites make their way into her neck and, from there, towards her braaaain. "An hour? Give or take." She can't help but grin at the glomp-age, and manages to ignore the kitty-anger.
She nearly squeals with excitement, ignoring the kitten's teeth and claws. "You're the best!"
Auto smiles wordless, buoyed by the compliment-ings. "So, what else is up?"
((...er. wordlessLY. i can spell. ya rly.))
"Otherwise? Nada. We were going to run out, but figured we'd ask if you wanted to come along."Hollowpoint gets back to his feet, and looks up at the exit to the basement."If not, that's alright. Didn't know how busy you were."
"Well..." she says appraisingly, looking over one of the tanks. "The main thing's been Cornfed...honestly, I know how to put him back together, it's just taking me ages to make sure it all comes along properly..." She's hesitant, but a little nudging might get her to go.
"Oooh, you have to come with! I need help picking out colours for the bed and harness and leash and dishes and things!" She beams some more, snuggling the kitten attempting to maul her.
"Well, okay, I guess..." says Auto--and, immediately flip-flopping mindsets, continues "--'harness'?"
"For the kitten! So he doesn't run away if I take him places!" The kitten who has apparently decided that the finger is not going to come off, so he sets about doing as much damage as physically possible.
"Are you sure that's a good idea?" A little dubious. She tries to pet the kitty, hoping that it won't reciprocate its nastiness unto her as well.
She blinks, confused. "What? The harness, or taking him places?"The kitten attacks, attempting to gnaw on the fresh meat.
"The harness, I'd think. Don't cats usually hate those sort of things?"She winces a little at the gnawing, more out of reflex than anything. "You'll have to do better than that, little guy."
"I'm pretty sure this cat will hate everything equally."Hollowpoint grins, leaning against the stair-rail.