I Will Never Reach the Sun
April 2013
((we’ll miss you ;___; *HUUUUGS*))
Oh come on now, no tears, I’ll be around, and I won’t leave the chat unless I’m ousted, lol. I’m not heartless to just cut myself out and fully embrace the hermit lifestyle. (✿◠‿◠)
((You will be missed! Almost two years! Thanks for playing, and know that if you ever want to, the door will always be open.))
I know, I’m an old fart, haha. But thank you. :) If my muse ever comes crawling back I probably will as well.(◑‿◐)
Good luck!! Thank you for RPing with me!!!
Aaah, I should be thanking you! You’re too kind, I really am super sorry for bailing on you in the middle of a thread. :C
I had written out this long, thought out resignation letter, but I couldn’t post it. Going out in a glorious gout of flames seems a better thing to do.
Watch me light up the sky as I crash and burn.
I feel like its time for me to hit the old dusty trail. I love Bubbles, I love Magnet, I love having this connection with them, but as of right now, this whole RP thing isn’t working out.
I’m barely online, but when I am, either no one is on, or absolutely nothing is going on. I have just lost my drive, my muse has skipped town on me. The will to post and start threads has been dwindling down to nothing.
Percy, Stone, I’m sorry to leave you guys hanging but I just don’t have it in me anymore. I love you both, I really do. You’re bright, beautiful stars that bring a smile to my face when I see you post and I feel awful for leaving in the middle of a thread.
I’ll be around, mostly on my personal blog. I’ll keep Skype up (piratecapnspazz) and AIM (PirateCapnSpazz, TheLadyDracula, or DWN011bubbleman).
I Have Returned!!
Wednesday night we flooded a little bit and just today I finished putting my room back together. We thankfully didn’t get a lot of water, but we got enough to where my desk and bed were buried under things.
At some point, my mouse must have been hit and turned my laptop on, so if Skype or AIM has been saying that I’ve been online at any point in the past few days, it wasn’t true. :c
If you needed me, or tried messaging me, I’m sorry! I wasn’t ignoring you, I promise!
For those that don’t follow my personal.
PUG BOUNCE
I made this for emmyc.tumblr.com, but there’s no reason the rest of the internet can’t bask in the glory. I hope we can be super cool internet bros.
How do you feel about the other water bots?
I guess I like them. :I
Aha, joking aside, Splash is a dear friend, she will always have a place in my core. Wave is pretty awesome, he likes my cooking and I know he has my back. :)
I should get to know the other water bots though.
Kitchen Time!
“Well, you are learning, and a lot of that is watching. The next batch we make I’ll let you take the lead,” Bubbles replied. He poured a little in two cups and handed one to Stone. “That sounds like a good idea! Cheers!”
He clinked his plastic cup against Stone’s and took a sip. It was good, but strawberry wasn’t really his favorite of flavors. Especially when mixed with dairy. But that’s what Stone wanted to learn and so Bubbles was willing to give it another try. That and he had never made a strawberry shake himself. It tasted a lot better than when he’d get it at a fast food restaurant.
Stone smiled a little at that, nodding. “Okay! I’ll try and make the best milkshake ever!” He took the cup and held it up, clinking it against Bubbles’ and downing the mixture, smacking his lips a little. He didn’t have actual food often, but he did enjoy some things, and apparently strawberry milkshakes was one of them.
“This is really good! It’s really cold, but smooth too. What kind of things do you like to make?” He asked curiously. Bubbles seemed to like real food.
“I know you will,” Bubbles smiled. Stone had a milkshake mustache and it made his enthusiasm all that more fun and adorable. He suspected that he had one of his own. “That’s what you really want, is that smoothness. Some people like their shakes to be chunky, but more often than not you’ll find more liking smoother shakes.”
Oh. Bubbles loved food. So much that he was lucky that he wasn’t organic. “I like to make a lot of different things. Mostly easy stuff because there are so many of us. If more than a few want something, it gets to be a hassle.”
Grand Theft Bacon
Bubbles followed Percy’s cue and ran after him, also dropping several items. Was that a glass jar that fell? Seeing as how Forte didn’t show up (maybe he didn’t have sensors in this kitchen yet?) the escape plan was also thrown out the window and he followed Percy down the hall and the flights of stairs.
When they reached Bubbles’ Kitchen, Bubbles spilled his items on the counter and let out a laugh. They survived! And they have all the foodstuffs! Well, most of them.
“That was ridiculous. We survived. We survived. I’m cooking up this bacon right now!” he took out his pan and turned the stove on. “What should we try first?”
“I DUNNO, MAN, THERE’S SO MUCH- ALL OF IT!!” Percy responded, cackling with glee as he dumped his own items on the counter too and inadvertently squished a few things. Once he’d dumped his load, he disengaged his armour and flopped back into a seat, grinning so widely that his jaw was at risk of falling off. “THAT WAS FUCKIN’ AWESOME.” he said, seeming to be a bit buzzed from the robot equivalent of adrenaline. Percy wasn’t the sharpest tool in the shed, but he knew a life-or-death situation when he saw one. Usually. “I CAN’T BELIEVE WE GOT AWAY WITH THAT, MAN, JUST- WOW.”
“Man, Forte usually has the best stuff, we’re gunna eat like kings!” Bubbles grin was just as wide. He was putting some of the things into the fridge. “I think I’ll start with these steaks. And maybe… Maybe wrap them in bacon???”
With that stroke of genius, Bubbles preps the oven to bake the bacon. He rubs his hands together, trying to think. The adrenaline from stealing from Forte was still coursing through his programming. What else could he make? Well, there was that nice looking sausage. Or was it bratwurst? Either way, he was going to cook it up. Maybe offer some to Air? He has been rather good and brotherly to him. Oh! And he should make something for Crash; he had saved Bubbles from Metal as much as Air had. Would that mean he would have to cook for that ‘bot he’s babysitting? Or is that his boyfriend? …Hand assistant? Either way he’ll make something for that other guy too. He would make something for Metal, but he all but disappeared again.
“Hey, I was going to make something for my brothers, should we make something for yours?”
Kitchen Time!
Stone nodded, committing that to memory. He could always put more strawberries in, and it would just make it better. He watched the mixture change colours, getting darker and darker. “O-okay! So then you put in ice cream….”
He watched Bubbles scoop out the ice cream, trying to keep track of the size of everything so he didn’t make a mistake. The blender was turned on again, and the concoction suddenly turned into a lighter pink that looked similar to the one he had seen the first time Saturn had been down, when they had gone out for fruit tarts. “Then it turns light pink, and it’s ready to drink…” He nodded, blinking when Bubbles offered for him to try it.
“Me…? Are you sure? I didn’t do much to help, mostly I just watched, and cut up the strawberries. Still, it did look like it would taste good. “… why don’t we both try it at the same time?” he offered.
“Well, you are learning, and a lot of that is watching. The next batch we make I’ll let you take the lead,” Bubbles replied. He poured a little in two cups and handed one to Stone. “That sounds like a good idea! Cheers!”
He clinked his plastic cup against Stone’s and took a sip. It was good, but strawberry wasn’t really his favorite of flavors. Especially when mixed with dairy. But that’s what Stone wanted to learn and so Bubbles was willing to give it another try. That and he had never made a strawberry shake himself. It tasted a lot better than when he’d get it at a fast food restaurant.
Grand Theft Bacon
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I don’t think I can carry anymore, “ and that was a terrible thing. He wanted to just take the whole goddamned fridge, but that might be more suspicious than a few missing items. “Ok, now let’s make like a tree and get the fuck out of here!”
Honestly if Percy put his mind to it, he probably would’ve been able to just yoink the whole fridge and drag it allllllll the way back with them, but even he wasn’t that stupid. So it was with a wistful look at all the goodies that they’d have to leave behind that he nodded, pushed the door shut with his shoulder pad and promptly made a break for the exit, accidentally dropping even more things as he went. “CHEESE IT!!”
So much for stealth.
Bubbles followed Percy’s cue and ran after him, also dropping several items. Was that a glass jar that fell? Seeing as how Forte didn’t show up (maybe he didn’t have sensors in this kitchen yet?) the escape plan was also thrown out the window and he followed Percy down the hall and the flights of stairs.
When they reached Bubbles’ Kitchen, Bubbles spilled his items on the counter and let out a laugh. They survived! And they have all the foodstuffs! Well, most of them.
“That was ridiculous. We survived. We survived. I’m cooking up this bacon right now!” he took out his pan and turned the stove on. “What should we try first?”
Kitchen Time!
Stone grinned a little at that, please. “I’m glad to hear it!”
He smiled a little at all the laughing Bubbles was doing. Normally it secretly upset him a little when people laughed at him, but he could tell that Bubbles didn’t mean any harm by the look on his face. Mostly he had just seemed surprise.
“I am?” He wondered what he had said that had been so silly. Maybe the ice cream was an obvious thing or something. He didn’t understand human food. It said milkshake, not ice cream and milk shake. If there was ice cream in it, it would make more sense to be in the name, or for none of the ingredients to be in the name.
He gave Bubbles another smile at his comment, then nodded a little. “Okay! That sounds easy enough!” He watched Bubbles add everything to the blender, trying to remember amounts, colours and textures. It was almost mind boggling.
“Um…” He thought about it momentarily. Saturn really liked strawberries, but then he really, really liked milk and ice cream. “Uh…….. well…. I….” Why were decisions like this so hard? Finally, he took a gamble. “More strawberries! So it’s really pink.”
“Sounds good to me, you can’t ever have too many strawberries,” and in went some more. If the concoction was pink before, then this was beyond pink. “I’m going to put in the ice cream and then we can give it a taste.”
Bubbles plopped in three heaping scoops of ice cream and gave the blender a touch to send it buzzing and whirring annoyingly. The deep pink of the milk/strawberry mix turned lighter and lighter as the blender went on and finally settled on a light pink when finished. He popped open the lid and took a look. It looked decently thick and the bits of strawberry that didn’t get pureed looked like they would add a nice texture.
“Do you want to try it first?”
Kitchen Time!
Stone sighed at that. “Well, not yet, but once I learn how to do all this, I’ll be a really good friend, I”m sure! I don’t have very many friends outside of my line yet though.” He thought about that momentarily. “Hey, are we friends now?”
He watched Bubbles cut the strawberries, impressed. He was so fast, and his didn’t look ragged or torn. “wow…” He blinked at that. “Ice… cream…..?” Uh oh…. “Maybe that’s why mine weren’t turning out! I was just putting them in milk.” He grinned a little sheepishly.
“I think it does!” Bubbles couldn’t help but give a little laugh. Stone was almost candid with his sincerity. It was rather nice.
“You didn’t use…?” Bubbles stared for a moment before having another burst of giggles. “Stone, you’re such a silly guy!” He gave the other bot a friendly nudge with his elbow. “Ah, I shouldn’t laugh, you didn’t know. Let’s blend up these strawberries a bit with some milk and then add in the ice cream.”
Bubbles took some of the chopped up strawberries and plopped them into the blender along with just enough milk to cover them. He hit the button and oh man did he forget how loud this thing could be! After a few moments they had a very chunky strawberry milk.
“Do you think we should use more strawberries or would this be good?”
The Theft of (Forte's) Bacon
Quick to agree to the plan, Percy followed suit and started to grab as much stuff as he could, even going so far as to rest items he thought wouldn’t slide about too much on the flat part of his chest armour. Screw any consequences there might be, this was totally worth it.
“ALRIGHT, YOU READY??” he asked once he was holding as much as he could physically manage, inadvertently dropping one or two items, but not really seeming to care as he just grinned mischievously at Bubble.
“As ready as I’ll ever be, I don’t think I can carry anymore, “ and that was a terrible thing. He wanted to just take the whole goddamned fridge, but that might be more suspicious than a few missing items. “Ok, now let’s make like a tree and get the fuck out of here!”
The Healing Power of Bacon
“THAT THERE’S A THING ‘A BEAUTY.” Percy grinned, putting a hand on Bubble’s shoulder and apparently forgetting about the whole “being stealthy” thing. How could he focus on something like that when there was all this… this delicious looking stuff in front of him?? “Y’KNOW… WHO SAYS WE SHOULD JUST TAKE THE BACON?? I DON’T THINK IT’S FAIR THAT ONE ‘BOT GETS TO HOG ALL THIS COOL SHIT. WHAT D’YOU THINK??” he added, reaching into the fridge and pulling out a pack of a kind of meat he’d never even heard of.
Yeah, stealth was basically all but forgotten.
Percy had the right idea. Why raid a fridge for just one item? “New plan, grab whatever we can carry.” It was improvised, and may cost them their heads, but Bubbles was certain that he has a certain pull around here, being a 2nd Gen and all. That and Forte didn’t scare him. Much. Certainly not as much as Metal does. Forte is a cakewalk compared to Metal.
So Bubbles grabbed what he could. Be it jars of jelly, cheese, random meats from the freezer, and any of those packages of bacon. Who needed to go grocery shopping when he could just take from Forte’s fridge???
The Healing Power of Bacon
Percy tried to press himself against the wall as well as he could too, but it was sorta hard in his armour, what with the cylindrical shape of the chest part and all. Not that there was anyone around just yet, anyways- with the aid of his radar, he’d be able to tell if anyone was in the vicinity. …Hopefully. Keeping track of what was going on with the radar had always been his former other head’s job.
As cautiously as the usually non-subtle ‘bot could manage, he peeked round the corner and couldn’t stop himself from uttering a little “woah”. Dang, this really was a nice kitchen. Seemed like a waste that bacon was all they were here for.
He didn’t trust himself enough to not accidentally speak a little too loudly, so he pinged a little message to Bubble instead. In a situation like this, stealth was the key.
>I’M NOT SEEIN’ ANYONE ON MY RADAR… THINK IT’S SAFE TO JUST RUN IN??
>Yeah, let’s go.
Bubbles dashed in straight for the fridge. Inside there was more food than he thought possible. There were dips, vegetables, dips for vegetables, meats, cheeses. And all of it was fresh. At the bottom, in a drawer, was more types of bacon than Bubbles had ever seen.
Apple wood smoked bacon, bacon from different animals, different seasonings. He thought he might cry.
“Percy, there’s so much,” he whispered in awe.
Kitchen Time!
“Yeah, a real, alien prince! I don’t think he’s used to being around people as… um….” he tried to think of the right word. “Anyway, he’s my friend, I really like him.”He watched Bubbles clean the filthy blender, glad he’d had the foresight to wash it first, he wouldn’t have thought of that himself.
Stone showed Bubbles his mangled strawberries. “Y-yeah, I’m not good at this kind of thing… But I got a lot, so we can keep trying, right?” He poked one of the red berries, which was still in one solid chunk. “Okay! I’ll cut them smaller.” He started chopping at them contently. “Like this? Really small?”
Not used to being around others, Bubbles could relate to that. Bubbles smiled. “You’re a really sweet friend, Stone. He’s lucky to have a friend like you.”
“Yeah, that size’ll work! Let me help you cut a few more,” Bubbles took out a knife from the drawer and started cutting up a few of the strawberries. “After this we can put some ice cream and milk in the blender and see how it tastes.”
The Healing Power of Bacon
“ALRIGHT, SOUNDS GOOD TO ME!!” Percy said once the plan had been finalised, grinning determinedly. This sounded like it’d be entertaining! Not to mention going through all this would just make the end result that much more satisfying. Percy was, in usual Percy fashion, pretty convinced this was gonna go without a hitch. “…UH, YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO LEAD THE WAY THERE THOUGH, ‘CAUSE I’VE GOT NO IDEA WHERE IT IS.”
“That’s fine; I’ve got my brothers on speed dial if we need any backup. Oh, and the snausages!” he grinned and held the bag up.
Up a couple flights of stairs and a few hallways towards the center of the Fortress, Bubbles and Percy found the entrance to Forte’s Kitchen. Pressing himself against the wall, Bubbles slid along until he could take a look inside. It really was quite a lovely kitchen. Not a single item was out of place. No dishes waiting to be washed or put away, the garbage can was nicely cleaned with a cover over it to hide the rubbish and smell.
Bubbles was downright jealous of Forte’s kitchen. He could try and try to make his nice, but there was just something so much better, so much more upper class about Forte’s Kitchen. Maybe the fact that it was always clean and only Splash was allowed in there. Or that he had first dibs on the new furnishings.
Oh well.
This was about bacon, not how much nicer someone else’s stuff was.
As if it were a sign from above, a shaft of sunlight from that highly coveted skylight illuminated the refrigerator. The day would be theirs. The bacon would be in their artificial tummies in no time.
This
Was
Destiny.
The Healing Power of Bacon
“HMM… THINK I SHOULD GO IN ARMOUR??” Percy asked after tapping his chin in thought. From the looks of the frown of concentration on his face, bacon was indeed a very serious matter. That shit was tasty. “NOT NECESSARILY FOR PROTECTION, BUT SO I CAN USE THE RADAR THING, HEH. THAT WAY, I’D BE ABLE TO TELL IF ANYONE’S COMING OR NOT WHILE WE’RE IN THERE!!”
“That’s perfect! We might actually come out of this alive!” Should a comment like that be worrisome? Naaah. They’ll be fine. They had to be. Bubbles was sure that if they were caught his brothers would save him (he was the favorite) and Percy by association. “Ok, so his kitchen is up on the third floor with that huge ass sky light.”
Bubbles began to detail the plan and the escape routes (if needed). This would be a covert mission. In and out before anything was noticed to be gone. The fridge was on the far wall, behind an island and several chairs. Forte liked to have a decorative bowl of fruit, so they would have to run around. The location of the bacon inside the fridge was a mystery, but that would be the easy part.
The hard part would be the retreat. If Bubbles remembered correctly, Forte seemed to appear in the kitchen while he was cooking. If he still had that kind of power, escape routes were a must. The main thing to do would be to split up in the hall. Forte could only chase them down one at a time, right? If it was Gospel who would stop them, Bubbles had snacks prepared.
If it was both of them? Jumping out the window seemed like a good idea.
The Healing Power of Bacon
Oh, that look on Percy’s face could break hearts. For a second Bubbles was thinking that he was the only one to see these kinds of faces and emotions from Percy. “There might be more,” he wanted to be optimistic.
Well, there were hot dogs, eggs, cheese, butter, some old soda, and not much else in the freezer.
“There’s no… There’s no bacon,” Bubbles sounded entirely defeated. “Unless we raid Forte’s kitchen.
Percy’s face lit up at the prospect of more possible bacon, but only lasted a few seconds until it just fell again. No bacon? None at all? “AW MAAAN, BUT I REALLY WANTED SOME…” he sniffed, hoping his little pout would put Bubble off the idea of protesting the shit outta what he was about to suggest. “FORTE PROBABLY ISN’T EVEN USING HIS BACON… WHY DON’T WE JUST GO BORROW SOME OF IT??”
“If we do this we need to be in and out in seconds. I’m certain he has a sensor. I just haven’t found it yet,” Bubbles repressed a shudder. The last time he was in Forte’s kitchen was in the old Fortress, when he had made French Toast. The butter hadn’t even melted on the pan before he was there. Sitting. Waiting.
“There’s also a 50/50 chance that it’ll be Gospel that shows up, in that case I have an emergency package of gourmet snausages that we can stop him with. If it’s Forte, or both of them, we run.” This has stopped being a joke. Bacon was a serious thing amongst the DWNs and stealing from Forte, well, that’s life or death right there.
Kitchen Time!
“Someone that’s picky? That’s a change from around here,” Bubbles smiled. “Milkshakes are really easy, so you picked a good thing to start with. We’ll just have to clean and cut the strawberries before adding them to the blender.”
Speaking of a blender, Bubbles started looking through his cabinets to see if he had one. In the way, way back is where he found it. Covered in dust. Gross. Bubbles made a face. “I’m gunna was this first though, I don’t think dust would be a good taste,” he half laughed, half grimaced at the thought. But it wasn’t anything a little soap and water couldn’t fix.
“So who’re you cooking for? Or is it a secret?”
Stone nodded a little. “Very picky! He likes things a certain way, and I keep messing it up. I have to get better!” He watched Bubbles rescue the blender nodding a little and bringing over some packs of strawberries.
“I’m not very good at cutting these, so I guess I’ll practice that while you wash that machine there.” He grabbed a strawberry, gouging at it.
“Oh, it’s for my friend! He’s a prince.” Stone said, smiling contently. “He’s really nice, and tough too.”
“A prince, huh? No wonder he’s picky,” Bubbles commented, attacking the inside of the blender with soap and sponge. It was really gross. He had to keep rinsing the sponge out. Eventually is was clean. Hopefully to a prince’s standards.
“How’re you doing on those strawberries?” Bubbles peeked around Stone’s elbow to take a look. It was… messy. But they were going to be thrown into a blender anyway, so presentation doesn’t matter too much right now. “Maybe cut them into smaller pieces? They should blend easier that way.”
Absolutely not! :D
WELL!!
MAYBE I CAN’T KEEP MY HANDS OFF YOURS EITHER, HEH HEH HEH *grins cheekily and goes for a buttsqueeze*
*like he’s not going to let Percy touch his but. This is a weird, butt touching hug*
searchingforaction replied to your post: who do you think has the best ass
DAMN RIGHT I HAVE A GREAT BUTT!!
Yup! The best to… *pinches*
*makes some sort of weird surprised squeaky noise and blinks a few times, but then just smirks mischievously* …HEH HEH HEH
CAN’T KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF IT, EH??
Absolutely not! :D
DAMN RIGHT I HAVE A GREAT BUTT!!
Yup! The best to… *pinches*
who do you think has the best ass
Well, I do of course! *wiggles butt*
Percy’s got a nice butt, too. It’s the right kind of firm for a good squeeze.
TMI Toosdee?
Kitchen Time!
Bubbles was cleaning up the last of the bacon grease when Stone popped in. “Oh hey!” he waved and threw the sponge into the sink. And then almost had his eyes pop out of his head at the amount of food that Stone had brought. “O-Oh! I wouldn’t worry about that; so long as you try it should be ok.”
He took a look through the bags and put what he could of the milk into the fridge. :you have so much stuff here. What were you thinking of making?”
Stone stacked the strawberries up, piling up the clamshell containers. “I don’t know, the person I’m making it for is pretty picky!” He smiled contently, staring at the pile of food.
It really did seem like a lot. “oh! I want to make a lot of things, but first I need to learn how to make strawberry milkshakes.” He hovered near Bubbles, waiting patiently to be taught. “Thanks for all the help!”
“Someone that’s picky? That’s a change from around here,” Bubbles smiled. “Milkshakes are really easy, so you picked a good thing to start with. We’ll just have to clean and cut the strawberries before adding them to the blender.”
Speaking of a blender, Bubbles started looking through his cabinets to see if he had one. In the way, way back is where he found it. Covered in dust. Gross. Bubbles made a face. “I’m gunna was this first though, I don’t think dust would be a good taste,” he half laughed, half grimaced at the thought. But it wasn’t anything a little soap and water couldn’t fix.
“So who’re you cooking for? Or is it a secret?”
It’s okay, I’ve been working out a deal with a blue fairy.
Ah, going to become a real boy?
You too?
I’m not the only one???
Everything makes sense now…!!!
Sorry to trick you like that, Stone. Will you forgive me? :c
WAIT, WHAT
QAQ I’m sorry to have kept that from you, I didn’t know how you would take it????
Sorry guys, I forgot how fun April Fool’s can be!
Everyone, I have an announcement. I have finally decided to come out and tell everyone that I was originally built as a female designated robot.
