mayfield_rpg | Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?

[ACTION - A (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Anywhere in Mayfield, Morning to Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[See that six-foot android covered head to toe in some sort of armor, going about his business?]

[He's not wearing green. At all.]

[Try to pinch him. Go on, try it.]

[ACTION - B (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, John Doe Park, Afternoon, OPEN TO ALL)]

[That same android now seems to have a couple of drones following him, even hanging on to him, desperately trying to pinch him—on the hard, armored parts of his body. Suffice to say, they're not having much luck—and the android looks a little annoyed as he tries to brush some of the drones off of him.]

What in th' hell are ya'll on about?

[ACTION - C (BACKDATED TO MARCH 17, Olney's Tavern, Evening, OPEN TO ALL)]

[Gat's noticed the sizable amount of patrons heading toward the tavern, both droned and undroned alike. Curious, he's come to the tavern himself, though judging from the way he carries himself and rubs the back of his helmeted head as he scans the tavern ~~in a manner not unlike the Terminator~~, he's a little perplexed.]

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They seem to know YOU pretty well. Maybe they're your online fanbase. I met a group of mine before. Kind of unpleasant. Sweaty guys with neither original tech ideas nor girlfriends. Still, fans are fans. At least yours are just brainless children.

Okay guys. Not everyone has green in their wardrobe. Least of all befuddled southerners in armor. Clear on outta here.

[At last, the drones listen to Tony's command!]

"Okay! Bye, Mr. Gatt!"

"Bye, Mr. Stark!"

"Happy St. Patrick's Day!"

[Gat heaves a relieved sigh to see the drones straggle off. He watches them leave for a moment, then turns back to Tony once they're out of conversational distance.]

What's this about bein' a southerner now?

[Tony waves mildly at them as they troop off.]

Well, you've got a real southern drawl in your voice there, stranger. It's pretty obvious.

[Gat tilts his head.]

I ain't followin' you, pardner. D'you mean "south" in relation to where you're from?

Oh, all right. I guess you're not from a world with an American South. (Really though? "Pardner?" That's stretching his disbelief. That is DEFINITELY an American South word. That's a one-of-a-kind original.]

Just... forget it, then. I meant to ask about the armor. Interesting design. Little archaic, maybe, but function should come before form (IMMEDIATELY after it, though. Like, milliseconds.)

No sir, I ain't. Never even heard of "America," 'least till I came here. Ain't nothin' like this place in th' Gurhal System. Or my homeworld, for that matter.

[He glances down at at his armor after saying that.]

Heh, archaic armor design ... That's what th' folks at GRM said, too.

Chapter 10: Greenill Section ID Day?

I don't know why for the LONGEST TIME I thought you meant ROBOTIC drones. I'm such an idiot.

It's all good! I'd just figured Tony thought Mayfield's drones are lifelike androids. XD

...Yeeesss. Yes, that's exactly what he thought. :P

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Gat's actual appearance is a little different than the picture in the link, but it's close enough!