sirenspull | Eighteenth Power

[Video of the boy sitting at a work space, somewhere at home. He is surrounded by... parts. Mechanical parts. And the body of what looks like a robotic dog that has been disassembled and being pieced back together. At the moment it is about the size of a Dalmatian...]

[The boy looks a little... flat. upset even, but not angry. He has a hind leg in his hand, all metal parts and wires. With his goggles on his head he talks down to the leg, but speaking to the video]

So...Birthday plans went well this week. Thanks guys. especially you, Trauma. And yes, that’s the best thanks you’ll get from me.

[there is a click of metal and the leg kicked twice, settled and he sat it down. Leaning on his knees now he looked to the video]

So, I’m looking for my mother. Cambria? Who saw her last? Anyone? Tried giving her a call today but it’s disconnected. [he rubbed his nose, glancing off to the side, clearly annoyed.] Not that it’s important or anything. Probably got sent home, but... thought I’d check.

Anyhow... So, who wants to go drinking tomorrow? I mean it. [he reached out to flick his device off, looking as if he’s trying not to be disappointed. Anyone who hacks (or is in the house) might find/hear a small attacked voice note, private to Cambria, simply saying “Mom? If you hear this... say something, huh?”]

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I... last spoke to her a couple days ago, about working at the clinic, but I haven't seen her in awhile. I'm sorry. Do you think she got sent home, really?

Donno. Maybe? She’s disconnected, so I guess it’s assuming it means she’s gone home. Not like she had much to go home to, but... yeah.

She wanted to work at the clinic? Sounds like her.

... She's not here, Claudio. I'm sorry.

I can't go drinking tomorrow night, have to work, but if you wanna stop by before Sirens Sunday morning, I can share a beer?

Naw, don’t be. I’d say it’s good that she’s home, but she’s dead so... whatever. Long as she’s safe, huh? [wow, bitter sounding much? Yeah, but Sister Jubes gets the full side of his comments. No holding back on things.]

Sure. I’ll stop in. Figured this is one of your Earth traditions, green beer and all. Might as well enjoy it.

Yeah, I know the feeling. [It's okay, she's had a bad week or so. No need to hold back with her.]

I draw the line at green beer, man. Get drunk if you want, but dude, green beer is just wrong. And I say that as someone who used to hang out with an Irishman all the time.

Feels great, doesn’t it? [Sarcasm is his friend today. See it on his face too? But really, he’s not doing too bad. Goggles readjusted on his head, he focuses on the dog he’s working on. It keeps his temper in check. This week or two has been crap, hasn’t it. He’ll supply the beer tomorrow.] Seriously though... it’s for the best, right?

It’s not so bad. Had some last year too. I like it a bit more amber then anything, but as long as the taste is still there and it does its job, I don’t mind. I’ll bring the usual though, before sirens Sunday.

Yeah, just totally awesome.

[She can meet his sarcasm with her own.]

Yeah, I guess. Going back to lives is something.

I'll be in my condo. We'll share a movie.

[This is why they get along.]

Got to have a life to go back to.

Mm but yeah. Sounds good. Beer and a movie. Want Chinese too?

Mmm. Thai? Kinda not feelin' the Chinese lately.

[Kind of nice, acting normal for a moment.]

Thai sounds good. I know a good place near by anyhow. Sounds like a plan.

Did you say Cambria?

[Eyeing you... huh.]

Yeah.

She's my mom.

[....

And Pickles just eyes you back for a while.]

That lady. She was seriously yer mom?

[Yes. And Claudio doesn't condemn her for what she did, or that she's not telling everyone about Magneto. She seriously loves him for that right now.]

Sounds awesome. I'll find the really bad cheesy horror.

What are you doing?

Well I do like drinking.

[It's not his place to condemn her for that crap. She'd do the same for him, he was sure.]

You pick the best bad movies too. I'll see you Sunday then.

[Stares back. Why the hell do you know his mom man...]

Yeah. That's what I said. Got a problem with it?

[Tilting his head, a raised brow. He fixes the goggles on the top of his head better]

This? [holding up the hind leg again] ...tinkering.

Good. So do I.

What bars have you not been kicked out of yet?

No problem. [Except he had no idea that Cambria had kids. Especially a teenager. He doesn't remember Cambria looking like she could've had a teenager at one point.]

I didn't really know her, either. I just met her a while back: she found me passed out, then she dragged me off the street, gave me shit for drinkin' so much, an' then made me eat soup.

[A beat.] She's kinda a weird lady.

[he just sits there a moment... frowning. --Well yes, She had four kids, man. Josie was a bit older then him too. Not mentioning family though, as it only makes him homesick and depressed.]

That... sounds like her. She was a nurse. [rolling his eyes too] Big on health and all that. Not fond of drinking. [Ironic that his post is about drinking too. Pfft]

And she's not weird, man, she's my mom.

You're tinkering a dog.

Yeah, I can see that. I didn't even want her help--like I'm gonna be hungover in some strange lady's apartment. But she totally forced me to stay.

All moms are weird, kid. That's just a fact of life.

Sir, you offend me, and for that you owe me a beer.

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