operation robodachi

[sloshing]

Who| HK-47, Eridan, Dave, Clara, and OPEN
What| Catch-all: HK gets shot in the shoulder, has to treat his wound, and then ends up dying anyway a few days later.
Where| Multiple locations: Lockers, A Touch Of Class, Centurion Cineplex
When| Week 2
Warnings/Notes| Injury (gunshot) and death (tbd). The open prompt is for anyone who'd like to show someone from a futuristic universe how to work an archaic first aid kit. Operation Robodachi.

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Centurion Skineplex - Closed to Dave and later Clara - Day 4

[sloshing]

Reasons why HK-47 would be investigating a movie theater: not many. Knowing all parts of the environment he's in, checking for supplies, checking for easy kills he could get in. He's kept up care of his bullet wound but it's really a matter of time before he goes and an assassin in a death match with no kills before his own demise is a sad story.

A sad, sad story.

Looking at the screens in the different theaters, he can't help but wonder if this universe is very different or very archaic. Based on the intelligence of the droids here, he'd have to say both. They had no personalities, no speech, and seemed to have one mission: cleaning. That was it. It was enough to make him feel pity for them. They could be so much more...

HK enters one of the theaters, and when he sees there appear to be occupants, he turns to leave immediately. Turns, and the door to the theater closes with a very loud click-hiss-whatever noise you'd call it from the joint that keeps it from slamming shut.

He has no say in anything anymore. The level of doneness cannot be described on any sort of scale.

His free hand rests on the hilt of his sabre as he turns back around, tucked in a makeshift half-scabbard on his hip. One: he might have made a lot of bad life choices up to this point but he wasn't going to leave his back turned to company, and two: he'd be ready to fight should he need to.

[shenunigans]

Reasons why Dave would be in the movie theater? They are abundant. Most of which relate to the fact that he's curious about what they're playing and eagerly soaking up the nostalgia being here gives him. For a long time, he'd managed to hang out here along, but the sound of the door gives away the entrance of someone else.

He can hide and run the risk of being stuck here who knows how long, or he can nip this in the bud quickly and stake this out as his turf. He ducks down to hide anyway, only so he can check whether this chump is armed. When he only sees a sword, he feels relieved and a lot less intimidated. Hopefully he doesn't pull a gun out of nowhere when Dave uses all his god given stealth to slink a few rows closer only to pop up again a little ways away from the stranger.

"Hey pal, pool's closed." Ah yes, make an obscure internet reference he probably won't get. Dave points his saber at him accusingly, gesturing for him to piss off to the corner.

[sloshing]

Pulling a gun from out of nowhere would be a feat he wished he had the capacity of performing, but that would require having a gun, and perhaps for his other arm to not be tucked against his body in a sling while his gunshot wound heals.

And as postulated, the reference goes completely over his head, and he even glances around the theater before looking back to Dave in befuddlement. As for having a weapon pointed at him, he wastes no time in pulling out his own, well acquainted with the weight of it by now, and poised to fight even with his handicap.

"Statement: This is a theater." Four for you, Captain Obvious.

[shenunigans]

So far, Dave has met plenty of people who don't really get jokes, particularly his heavily internet and popculture based references. Yet, somehow, he's never met someone who managed to respond quite so dryly. He almost needs to wonder if he's being ironic in his no-fun-nelly approach to the situation.

"Shit? Really. I got my trunks on for nothing." He gestures down at himself despite being clothed in far more than just trunks, as if silently testing the man's humor. "More importantly, it's my turf, so buzz off." Normally he'd be more careful, but this guy has his arm in a sling and Dave isn't too worried.