exsiliumlogs | [open] there's a patch of snow on the ground

Date & Time: December 9-12, various times
Location: Around Winter Wonderland Exsilium; options within!
Characters: Saul & YOU!!!
Summary: A defense attorney adapts to his new environment.
Warnings: Stupidity and probably also feelings, but nothing out of the ordinary. Will update if needed.

[OPTION A, out & about —

Saul spends the bulk of his first two days planetside getting familiar with the new landscape as best he can. This involves a lot of walking and a lot of talking to people who seem entirely too suspicious of him; he can't blame them, of course, so he tries to look as non-threatening as possible.

For him, this is not difficult.

The information he gathers from those who give him the time of day is scarce, but it's better than nothing — and it leads him to the important conclusion that re-establishing the Department under the New Initiative is, perhaps, not the wisest decision right now. A lot of things are up in the air; with timeline-changing missions still in the works, he wonders whether or not it's worth the trouble.

...and then there's the little problem of so many of them still being on the moon...

He winds up dedicating a lot of his time to hanging around the building housing the Transport Pad. Mostly, he wants to keep an eye out for anyone he might know who hasn't yet decided to make the trip down (and spend some time checking in on the people who have via text), but part of his reason for being there so often is that it's warm and convenient and feels a hell of a lot safer than traveling by sled team or on foot in yeti territory.]

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[OPTION B, along the river Thames —

All things considered, the moon is still worse.

"All things" being the relentless cold, the seemingly bottomless snow, and the angry walrus charging after him on the frozen Thames.

Fun fact: Walruses can move as quickly as a man can run. So it's a good thing Saul's on ice skates, but even that isn't enough to make him feel any better about the fact that he somehow managed to piss off a two thousand-pound tusked beast and now it's out for his blood.

But Saul! you say. What about your stupid anime powers? Surely you could take this creature down!

To which he would say, Screw you, the last thing I need to do is freak out the locals.

Not that anyone's impressed by his current display as he races down the ice, but. Details.]

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[OPTION C, for his ~~family~~ apartment-mates —

It's weird.

Saul's thought of this place as home for a while; he's pretty sure he started using that word when his relationship with Jesse solidified and things were, for the most part, okay. And then Steph came along and it felt more real, and then they found their way to the moon and to each other and ever since then, he's known that this is where he needs to be.

But something about living in an apartment with her and Ahiru and Dick is just —

It's weird. He doesn't really think of Ahiru the way he'd think of, say, a daughter, but he knows he has a tendency to treat her that way. And when it's just the two of them, it's fine, but when Steph's around, it's different. Awkward, almost. It's nothing Steph can't defuse with a bit of playful joking, though.

But then there's Dick, who he's pretty sure hates him.

That's less weird; Dick has a perfectly valid reason and Saul hasn't tried to convince him otherwise just yet, mostly because neither of them have crossed paths at a convenient moment.

Saul finds himself home alone often, keeping the place tidy and monitoring the network and thinking. Planning. Pacing.

He needs a job, but this is the deal for now: he cleans, he cooks. He tries not to let himself get too comfortable in this new setting of theirs, because he knows better. It's difficult, though.

And weird.

Don't forget weird.]

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[IS THAT A TALKING CAR?

A TALKING CAR THAT KNOWS HIM?

And yes, the voice is familiar, but he's a little too distracted to ask questions right now, so he wastes no time in hopping inside and —

Wait.

Is he supposed to drive, or...?]

Go!

( The interior of the car certainly doesn't look like it was meant for anyone to drive, so it's just as well Saul doesn't try. The door slams shut behind him, and Rodimus puts on a burst of speed that - for the moment - just spins the tires pointlessly. )

C'mon, c'mon, come on.

( Who the hell thought a road of ice was a great idea? Not Rodimus, that's for sure. It's only when the walrus throws its weight against him that his wheels catch on something and he rockets down the river. )

What was that?

[OH JESUS THIS IS SO COOL WHAT THE F—

Saul grabs onto the seat when the car takes off, obviously startled. Can Rodimus see him? Is his not-robot pal gonna think he's lame because he's a little freaked out?]

That was a walrus.

Those weren't around last time I was on Earth.

( The engines cut when he figures they're a far enough distance away, and Rodimus drifts into a perfect turn that comes to a nice, smooth stop. Because he really is that good.

Sometimes. )

Before we go any further - ground rules. Don't touch anything, don't mess up the upholstery, and don't dent anything. It hurts more than you'd think and Ratchet isn't here to hammer any of them out.

[Saul's still clinging to the seat when they stop, but then he takes a breath and relaxes a little.

It doesn't last for long, because — ice skates.

He lifts his feet, worriedly looking around like he's trying to catch a gaze that... might not be there? HE HAS NO IDEA.]

Are — uh. Are the blades bothering you? Should I take them off?

Nah, I've had worse recently.

( See: getting tossed around by Nova and then had lightning shot at him. To say nothing of the eight fusion cannons - and he thought Sentinel took arming himself to the extreme for a Prime.

Rodimus can't see Saul, so he doesn't realize he's causing him a small amount of confusion regarding the whole talking car thing. It just doesn't occur to him - it's been a long time since he's been around people who needed the explanation. )

So where do you want to go?

[Guess who doesn't want to know!

Saul shifts in the seat, glancing around at all the lights and things. The blinking ones. The red ones. The screens. Damn it, why did Rodimus have to say not to touch things? Haven't robots heard of reverse psychology?]

Um. I don't — can we just —

[Deep breaths.]

Thanks, first of all.

( Rung probably has, and Rodimus is a prime example of someone who generally does the exact opposite when told. But it clearly doesn't apply to other people!!! )

No problem.

( He's grinning, but the only evidence of that is his tone. )

Edited 2013-12-19 01:35 (UTC)

[Right.

Okay.

So.

This is... a thing.]

I've never been inside a robot before. I mean — sorry, uh —

[What did Rodimus say he was?]

This isn't the cool part. And it's Cybertronian.

( One of the doors opens, letting in a blast of cool air - but it's not that he's forcing Saul out, he just wants to extrapolate on the cool part. )

Cybertr—whoa, whoa, what're you doing?

[Is Rodimus making the most dangerous pun Saul's ever experienced? Is that it?]

Showing you something, but you have to get out first.

( this isn't even his final form, Saul!!! )

Edited 2013-12-27 02:46 (UTC)

Oh.

[Well, then. Saul's careful in his exit, but once he's out, he skates a few feet back with an expectant look on his face.]

( As soon as Saul's clear, Rodimus begins the transformation process. There's the unmistakable sound of the process - distantly reminiscent of the sound of metal but not quite. Everything shifts and then, suddenly, becomes a 20ft tall metallic man grinning down at Saul. )

Hey.

( BE IMPRESSED )

[He's impressed.

So impressed that he hops.]

Shit! Man, that's — that's —

[THE COOLEST THING HE'S EVER SEEN?!]

Wow.

Yeah. ( GRINNING LIKE AN IDIOT NBD ) So this is me, actually me. I mean the alt-mode is me too, but I don't prefer it like some bots do.

( Rodimus stands and stretches - mostly. The joint of his elbow is quite obviously damaged, and he refrains from moving it too much. )

You're so big.

[Childlike wonder leads to childlike innocence, which means he doesn't even consider a dick joke in this moment.

The damaged joint catches his attention and his mouth immediately falls into a frown.

Pointing:] What happened?

There's bigger - you should see Ultra Magnus.

( his perpetually stern second in command with a thing for neatness and rules. but then saul is pointing, and Rodimus looks to the damage with something akin to sheepishness. right. )

Turns out that crazy conquerors don't like it when you call them that to their face.

( WHO KNEW. )

[open] there's a patch of snow on the ground

that means this happened 2 days in a row, color me unsurprised

saul you need to look at your life and your life choices

don't tell him what to do!!!!

somebody should!!!

judgmental jerks!!

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