There are some good things about being in other people's homes: You don't do chores. We're on a little balcony thing, looking over the auditorium, watching the Mercy mass beneath us, getting ready for work.
"Isn't chaos grand…?" asks 550, looking over the railing at the experiments below.
"You're programming's surfacing…" mutters 014, tapping his shoulder.
"No, not really…" he says, looking over the edge. "I just like chaos."
"And you call yourself a Pacifist(!)" I joke, looking over the edge through the railings. We can see everyone up here. Including 'Miss Psychic' from before. Oh, Great(!) Sound-man's here as well. What's that trog doing now?
"As if he could hear anything in this racket." I say, nodding at him.
"Well, he is designed for sound…" said 014, glancing at him. I watch as they walk under the balcony. Just a bit to the right and I could get them with a spit-wad… Naw. Psyche'll probably kill me.
"Snar! Snar!" someone down there says. Huh? Who's beautiful voice is that? I see the owner…
"(Wh-wh-whoa! He-llo there!! Where've you been hiding?)" I say breathlessly to myself, staring at this beauty.
She's about 3ft 9"; Bright yellow coloured fur, paler yellow on her chest etc with four markings; a red Heart on her chest, a black Spade on her left wrist, a red Diamond on her forehead and a black Club on her right wrist. (Complicated, huh?) Her antennae point upwards for a start, and then fall back over her head.
"(Oh my Creator…)" I whisper, staring at her like I stared at Psyche before. More so. "(She's fabulous…)" I add, my mouth open, my face blank.
"Hey Odd?" asks 550, tapping my head with his finger. And bruising it. "What's up? You look like you've never seen a girl before or something!"
"Not one that magnificent!" I say, completely astonished by her appearance. I could just stay here forever, watching her…
"Er, Wherever-the-Blitznack-this-base-is to Odd! Hello?" I hear 014 say. I feel someone shaking my shoulders. I ignore them. "Nope, we've lost him." I hear 014 say to 550. "Anyway, see ya' Odd." I hear them go. I grunt slightly to say goodbye, not looking away from her.
"(Lucky people…)" I say, watching her give hello hugs to everyone in the group below me, me feeling quite jealous.
I see Sound-boy talk to her a second. She says something back. Oh, I wish I could hear what they're saying! Sound-boy nods, smiling. She jumps suddenly, cheering. Sound-boy says something, pinching her cheek gently.
"(Get your filthy hands off her before I rip them off ya'!!)" I snarl quietly, digging my fingers into the ledge angrily. I see Bar-boy walk up to the group. Ah, so that's the crew then: Sound-boy, Bar-boy, Miss Psychic and… Her…
"Not bad, not bad…" I say, my head under the bed sheet, sniffing about. All of Jumba's experiments are in a place called 'The Seventh Circle', which, to be honest, beat's Jumba's living quarters hands down.
"But kinda small…" 014 whines, moving her feet back and forth impatiently, sat on the bed. "Hardly room to run…"
"Well, Doc Whatever-it-is did say that it's for two experiments instead of three." Says 550, checking the state of his multiple sharp teeth in the table mirror.
"Whaddya say?" I ask, slightly muffled, sitting up. I hear them both laugh at me. I can picture it. Me with the bedspread still on my head, my two ears sticking up from the sides. I back out of it, shaking my head.
"Ha-ha(!)" I say, frowning at them both. "So who's sharing a bed? There're only two."
014 and 550 blush, glancing at each other. I roll my eyes. Oy. They make this love thing so complicated! Of course, I don't know what love is… Its obvious 156 never felt anything for me…
"I'll sleep on here." I say, walking to the table. "It's narrow enough for me to be comfortable." I jump up and lay down, closing my eyes. Y'see, Fat Boy's designed me to sleep on narrow things. That's why I didn't like sleeping on the crash mat before. And normally, narrow things aren't that comfy.
"You're welcome." I say, eyes closed before they can say it. There's no need for them to thank me.
"Hey, are you visitors, or do you live here?" I hear from the door. I look to see a green experiment with her hair in pig-tails. Looks kinda cute. She's about 3ft tall, black eyes as usual, wearing what looks like a green mechanic's overall, a bandana covering her ears and no antennae.
"I've never seen you here before. But seeing there's so many of Mercy's children, I can never tell." She adds innocently, clasping her hands behind her back and tilting her head slightly.
"(Aw…)" I hear 014 say, watching the newbie with big eyes.
"No, we're new here." Says 550, grinning at her. "What's your number?"
"Number?" she asks, putting a finger on her bottom lip and looking up. "I can't remember my number. I remember my name though." She falls silent, smiling at us.
"And what is your name?" I ask.
"My name's Tinker." She says, smiling at me. "My friends call me Tink. You can call me Tink too."
"So we're your friends?" 014 asks. Tink nods, eyes closed and smiling.
"Yep!" she says, bouncing on her heels. "We're going to be the best of friends!" She hesitated a second, looking slightly sad. "But I don't know your names…"
"That's alright; we'll tell them you now." I say, glancing at the others. "I'm 135, but you can call me Odd!"
"I'm 014, but you can call me-!" says 014. She stops a second, thinking quickly. "Er…Erm… Lightburst!" she says, sighing with relief.
"I'm 550; al-so called…" he says, thinking a second. "Called… Sneak." He says, shrugging his shoulders at us. "(Sorry. It's all I could come up with!)" He whispers.
"So you're called Odd, Lightburst and Sneak…" says Tink, stroking her chin with her other hand holding her elbow. She smiles at us. "OK. Hey, I just learnt a new game from Psyche and Sonar. Wanna play?"
"Alright then." We say, walking into the corridor with her. We follow her to a wide-ish area.
"All you've got to do," she explains, pulling me nearer everyone. "Is stand there." We do, waiting. "All ready?" she asks. We nod.
"Alright, let's play Wrench!" she laughs, reaching behind her back. Suddenly, she pulls out a giant-size wrench and swings it at us. Unfortunately, 014 is the only one with super-speed.
"I win!" she says happily, jumping up and down on the spot. I try to keep conscious as I stand up, holding the side of my head.
"Ow…" I mutter, rubbing my temple.
"Bleygen Gleiben…" blurts 550, blibbering from the floor.
"(If this is how she treats her friends, I'd hate to see her enemies!)" 014 mutters, re-appearing beside the both of us.
"No fair!" says Tink sulkily. "You moved!" 014 smiles apologetically.
"Sorry, that's what I do. I run really fast."
"Oh." She says, forgetting the 'game'. "What do you do?" she asks me.
"I can balance on anything." I say, shaking my head clear. I prove it by jumping onto 014's antlers and balancing on one foot.
"What do you do?" she asks 550. He hesitates, knowing his real function.
"I… er… Look for people." He says finally. "How about you?" he asks Tink.
"I'm an expert with machines and cargo transporters!" she says, brandishing her wrench again.
"Alright… Wait a second…" I say, wondering.
"What is it?" she asks me, putting her wrench back.
"You know Sonar and Psyche?" I ask. She nods. "Who're those two people that hang around with them?"
"Oh, you mean Charlatan and Fortuna?" she replies. I stop listening after that name. Fortuna…The perfect name for the perfect girl…
Just a little bit to let you know about Mercy lab-life. Please review!!!