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     "Oh dear, are you okay?" Ennette hurried over to Parker when she saw him fall, but before she could help him up he bounded up himself and seemed completely unfazed. She sighed softly in relief. Children were resilient. She then glanced over at the baseball that was on the ground, picking it up. Baseball. This was what he played, right? She had to get good at this sport herself that way they could have conversations!

     Looking back at the boy, Ennette called out, "Would you like to play--" She looked back at the ball. "--b-baseball? Or... catch?" It shouldn't be too hard to chuck a ball, right?

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“Ooh Catch sounds fun!” Parker smiles and stood a good distance from Ennette. He kept an eye on her and got ready to catch it. Parker thought it was kinda weird that she had purple eyes but he kept his shut. Perhaps she was part monster like him? 

Adair barely managed to dodge a ball that flew at him - or so he thought, as it bounced off the wall and hit him in the shoulder. He really should have known better, that was basic physics... or something. The hacker computer analyst was too tired to figure that one out, but he now was mildly frustrated at the child recklessly playing on the street and apparently dragging anyone passing by into it. "Can you like... watch out a little where you throw that ball? It might, you know, hurt people?" That was not too harsh, was it? His entire body was aching from the training he had earlier, so he probably was not in the best shape to talk to anyone. Really, time to go home. "Just... be careful kiddo, okay?" ...did he just say 'kiddo'? Man. 

Eric managed to catch the ball, dribbling it in his hand. “So you’re a computer analyst? That’s cool, I used to dabble in some computer science. I ended up doing my major as business though.” Eric sighed, throwing the ball to….

..Ciao, who catches the ball and addresses Eric with wide eyes.

"Huuuuh? What about computers?" She chuckles, throwing the ball up and down a few times. 

"You think you could show me how to use mine? It's a Windux. Lindows.. I dunno. With the penguin? Or maybe it's an apple. Yea, I opened it once to try 'n watch Naruto, but I think I fried it. Guess it couldn't handle downloading 220 episodes of sheer peak media."

Ciao, in true kleptomaniac fashion, stuffs the ball into her jacket. Did her jacket have infinite space? Out from it, she pulls out a box of Cheez-Its, chewing them loudly and proudly with her mouth open - and, holding the box outstretched, she turns to... 

…Asar, who is eying the box in Ciao’s outstretched hand with curiosity and choosing to ignore the loud smacking from their mouth. 

What in Re’s name are…’Cheez-Its’? The box depicts what look like flattened, square-shaped kahks to him. Are they some sort of cheese-flavored snack, perhaps? Well, it won’t hurt to try one: it’s not like it can kill him, anyways.

“For me? Why, you are much too kind, stranger.” Asar gives Ciao a friendly smile before dipping his right hand in to discretely extract the kA of a handful of crackers. He then proceeds to hold one up to the light to further observe it.

“Haha! These little morsels have a small hole within each center. Ah, I can see right through them; how quaint! And the grooves on its edges: what an odd texture to give to a cookie.”

There’s a pause as he delicately eats one. “Mm! They’re quite tangy; not bad, I dare say… Ah, do you know where these can be purchased, stranger? I’d assume any Western store would house these, correct?”

     Ethan tried hard not to look intimidated by the man he was checking out at the grocery store-- a-as in checking out at the register! N-Not... Ugh... Anyway, it was very difficult. Asar looked like one of those crazy successful CEOs. He had a nice, obviously custom suit and just this energy. It was like luck gravitated to him, which was good considering Ethan's own bad luck. Speaking of which, said bad luck went into effect with his scanner going out of control and ringing up one item twenty times.
     Ethan paled at the sight, desperately tapping at his screen only for it to freeze up. Giving Asar a panicked look, he tried to assure him with a forced smile and called for a manager. "Sorry," he laughed nervously, still tapping on the screen. "Th-This stupid thing breaks all the time." Only to him, but Asar didn't need to know that. Ugh, hopefully this incident doesn't lead to him getting blacklisted across the globe.
     Suddenly, the machine started running again. It must have glitched too, because the twenty extra rings were gone! Ethan blinked in surprise. "It worked...?" he mumbled more to himself than to anyone. He looked at Asar incredulously, then smiled and, with a nervous chuckle once more, resumed scanning the items. It must've been this guy's charisma, but for that to work on machines too? This guy was seriously intense.

"...You, uhh. You doin' alright there, kiddo?"

Jabber had watched, dumbfounded, as this kid's attempt to cross the street nearly leveled the block. The stoplight had bent over where he was previously standing. A car alarm was going off. Was that a straight-up goddamn anvil that fell from that window? There can't be that many open sewer grates between here and wherever this kid crawled out of. Right? Right? How the hell is this even possible, on like, a cosmic scale?

Is this a fae curse? Did this kid eat a fae's baby or something? Mistake it for an orange?

"-Yeesh! Any clue what god you pissed off?" Still dumbfounded, still stunned, a hand slips into his silken pocket. "I'm- Okay, I'ma be real, I am not really known for my charity work. I kinda- I mean, there's a few bodies in the creek worth of investment in my whole cutthroat businessman thing. But just, here's some liquid luck. Just- Take it. The whole thing. Jesus christ."

Allegro had been sitting alone at the castle cemetery, up against a tree and his eyes closed. It was a warm day, and it was always silent here; peaceful.

Until he heard the strange sound and frantic heartbeat.

He opened his eyes slowly to see a young man with colorful hair fidgeting with a blue crystal. Now how did he get here...? By the looks of it, he wasn't sure either. Allegro contemplated leaving him alone, but eventually decided it was best to help.
"Are you okay?" he called out as he stood up.

"Interesting. You find these places depressing?" Allegro chuckled lightly, welcoming the outlaw besides him. He put an arm around him and pulled him closer. "I don't think when I'm here. I like to sit in the silence and take it in," he explained. "When I was younger I couldn't control my hearing as well, and having to hear every heartbeat was overwhelming for me. I could calm down with the silence here. The longer I stayed here, though, the more I found a somber kind of beauty to it." 

He pressed the back of his head against the tree. "People connect this to sadness and grief, but I think of it as celebrating what once was. The way we decorate the tombstones, the words we choose on them, even how the grass is kept around the graves. There's a careful amount of care that I admire."

He smiled down playfully at Quill. "What would you write on my tombstone? What flowers would you plant around my grave? I think I would plant gillyflowers for you."

"What are you doing here?" Quill announced himself upon finding Allegro at the castle cemetery, leisurely sitting in the shade of a tree. "Are you so sick of me that you're running to the most depressing place you can find?" he half joked. Though his expression would suggest some annoyance. "I won't let you." The outlaw also seemed uninterested in explaining what he was doing there.
Quill unfolded his arms and sat next to the prince, close enough that their shoulders touched. "It's so quiet.." He tried taking in whatever it was that Allegro's getting out this. But the finger tapping against his knee and occasional sigh proved that it didn't really come naturally to him. It wouldn't be long before the silence was broken. "What are you thinking about?"

Quill has woken up in an unfamiliar place. He had no idea how he got here until he found out that his mouth was stuffed with old shirts. 

"Don't move" said Geoff while wearing his surgeon mask.

"I am going to help you to pull out the bullet from your chest only if you don't move"

Quill realized that he was strapped on a table with leather belts and ropes all while only wearing underwear. Geoff wearing his surgery apron, latex gloves, and a mask to make a "put a bullet out" operation. Geoff forgot to give Quill an anesthetic or painkillers but that doesn't matter because the operation had already started.

Quill yells very loud and painfully as the bullet is being pulled out by Geoff using a Sawtell forceps. Geoff tries his best not to kill the man while doing the operation. A few minutes later, Geoff managed to pull out the bullet and Quill no longer yell. Geoff instantly removes the belts and ropes, causing Quill to fall.

"What's going on? What happens to me?" Quill asks himself.

"You got shot by an unknown man. The bullet is a 500 S&W Magnum cartridge, commonly used for revolvers, and the gun is a Python revolver. I saw you dying on the street not far away from my house so I carried you to my home and trying to save your life, in a not-so-heroic way" Geoff explains

Geoff gave Quill his old clothes back, and Geoff ask him to go away and don't tell anyone about it.

Xeno was pretty sure all forms of metal had the potential to be a little bit alive. It made perfect sense, in the context of mad invention. Sure, not all forms of mad science were ones that involved alloys and gears- but xers often did, and xe couldn't explain the... feeling of invoking mad invention any other way. Xer hands got lost in pistons engines, in hammers and screws and the sparks of welding- as if xe were in conversation with xer materials, as if they were speaking to xer, whispering how they wished to be wielded. The sentience of metal is a quiet, subtle thing- a low level itch of life, a delicate implication of sapience.

It is an honest to god achievement of spectacular levels of sentience to be able to fuck with someone. 

Xe is being fucked with. This car is fucking with xer. It's sentient enough to have a sense of humor, and xe is it's a god damn circus. Assigned clown at 1949 Mercury Eight. How does a car acquire the level of sentience required to fuck with xer this bad? Inconclusive. Unless xer attempts to hotwire the model collided with xer aura of absurdist machines, and accidentally imbued it with intelligence? But that seemed unlikely. What was more likely was that it didn't like having it's bones rifled with, and decided, as payback, it was going to inflict psychological warfare on xer. 

Xe could relate.

"-Okay! Okay! You see this little labcoat I've tied to a pole? That's a white flag. This is me saying you've won. Okay?" Xe is speaking slowly, over enunciating, unsure how much the car can understand xer. "I am solely interested in a truce! In whatever form floats your carburetor! I simply request! To the best of your ability! The cessation of doors opening directly in my face, to appearing outside my house, to running over my foot, to beeping only when nobody is around to see me communicate with you! Okay?" Slowly, carefully, xe sets the flagpole down. "How do I make it up to you? Do you want rockets? I can get you rockets!"

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     "A scientist of a brilliant mind, and with a look unrivaled. You have so much potential. The smallest thing you could do could change the entire world-- the universe. Such skills and authority, anyone would be jealous." Hands in their pockets, NV stepped into view. They plodded closer and closer, not minding the many trinkets and gadgets littering the floor that flickered with electricity now and then. They stepped over the wires connected to the latest machine, one that looked ready to burst into flames at any minute. Even then, they never kept their eyes off Xeno.

     "You have the same eyes as me," NV murmured softly; pitifully. "You don't see yourself as I see you. You believe you're disposable-- or someone has made you feel that way. A shadow compared to the individuals making the world beautiful, a feeling of being ignored and unwanted. It's isolating, it makes us feel like less than nothing."

     There was a pause, they straightened up. "You and I can work together to change this." The wraps around them moved and squirmed as if alive, some sliding out of their pants and coiling like a snake. "Nobody wants to look at either of us, nobody wants to care. Maybe I don't deserve it, not after all the things I've done, but you... you deserve attention. You deserve love and admiration. I want you to know how it feels. So please, let me help you. In return, I'd also like to know what those feelings are like. Will you help me, too?"