Robert Robertson

Indie Robert Robertson from Dispatch Side blog to BurdenedChaos Mun and Muse 21+

[mechamn3]

Fate. Destiny. Not having powers. Seasonal depression. None of these things kept me from being a hero before. And they won't keep me from being a hero again. | x

Independent Robert Robertson the Third aka Mecha Man from ADHOC's Dispatch. Multi-verse, Multi-ship, low activity. Mun and Muse 21+.

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[hop-a-lot]

dispatch wips and shitposts

[burdenedchaos]

[Sorry for radio silence. I got sick AGAIN :')c

In better news we've purchased an extender for the internet issues and it seems to be working better??? Knock on wood. But my signal stays connected without disconnecting every two seconds like it did before so at least there's that.]

[mechadickthethird]

“Nobody’s perfect” yeah?

Well fuck you, you haven’t met Beef

[therapardalis]

"What do they call it?" Thera added as she sat down, "The 'Murder Walk'?" Or the 'I am going to bitch you out so bad' walk, given murder was frowned upon in the company handbook. Unless of course it was to do with Beef, who had charmed everyone and so was the best-protected little dog in LA.

Given who she was, Thera had gravitated to the pup on her very first day, surprised to sense an actual animal (as opposed to 'half-measures' like Sonar) in the bullpen - which had also led to Beef becoming her accidental spy, at least as far as who had treats today.

She nodded casually, munching a mouthful of pizza before speaking again, "Same ... You're usually heading out when I get in. Which is sad, but they're not paying me enough to be a morning person." It took a lot of persuading or a bona fide emergency for that to happen. A chuckle then, and a 'fair enough' nod of her head. "Must get noisy in Dispatch," She speculated, based on other call centers she'd been in, "but ... probably not as bad as the hero Green Room!"

A sliver of mushroom escaped, was rescued from the table in a way that probably wasn't hygienic, "So, you have zed -uh- Zee-Team, right? Team most likely to bust each other's arses?"

[mechamn3]

"I'm pretty fond of the 'Resting Bitch Face Stride' if we're being honest here, but I don't think it's ever caught on."

Well, this was already better than a solid, what, seventy-five of his break room encounters since he'd started working with SDN? No Sonar screeching while he used the microwave. No leftover takeout being thrown at anyone's head. No mugs of coffee crashing into the wall after missing his head as his superhero identity was being bet upon.

A win was a win; he'd take it where he could. He just wished her leftover pizza didn't look so good.

At the speculation, Robert snorted before propping his chin atop the palm of his hand, "Noisy is a word for it. Between my team and the outstanding citizens subscribed to the network. You'd think giving the general public access to a superhero network at their beck and call over every single inconvenience would go well." Sarcasm lay heavy on his tone before he shook his head. Attempting to juggle the serious and real needs versus the alarmingly less so ones had gotten Robert quite an earful from some more demanding Karen-esque subscribers. Some would cry wolf--only stopping for a while when the threat of losing coverage was involved.

"But I can imagine the chaos the hero Green Room could also get up to."

Another sip of coffee was taken before he hummed, mulling over the description. "That would be mine. I see their reputation still precedes them. They grow on you. Like a parasite. Or something."

[xxashes-rebornxx]

"Yes, I know what a ffffreaking Phoenix is." It actually almost physically pained her to not drop an F-bomb. Almost.

Reaching forward; one clawed hand would settle atop the table, while the other moved to rest against her neck -- the carotid artery to be specific -- feeling for that subtle pulse and tapping the table before her to that same beat. An old coping mechanism with an origin she was absolutely not going to divulge upon, but a coping mechanism that worked nevertheless.

"Yes that's about what I wagered, although.." The Dragoness paused as she made a move to stand from her seat. "What about other forms of smoke?" A slight smirk crept into her expression, as though she was leaving a subtle breadcrumb for the Dispatcher to mull over until their next meeting. "Either way, that's where I'll be should need me."

Ducking down once more to avoid clipping her horns on the door frame, Freya would follow Roberts directions. She wasn't expecting much, but still, it was nice to simply sit and feel the breeze with a cigarette once and awhile. Even if the breeze did smell a touch of smog. "LA has certainly looked worse.." Another drag from her cigarette.

And I would know.

[mechamn3]

Was she aware that she could say fuck? Surely she was. This wasn't elementary school. Five bucks said they'd all hear worse over the comms as soon as she was on the first field assignment and the team found out they had a new member.

"Uh. Yeah suuuure? Other forms of smoke too I guess. Outside. Preferably. If our team has another smoke detector mishap I think Blazer will lose it." An eyebrow had quirked at the question but the Dispatcher let it go--draining the last of his coffee as he watched Freya disappear in the direction of his instructions. Fingers tapped against the table for a moment before he stood, a rather loud series of cracks and creaks from his poor body filling the quiet of the break room. Steps moved to cross back to the coffee maker and he refilled the SDN branded mug with more of the steaming brew before traversing the floor and returning to his cubicle.

There was still some time before the start of the next shift but he needed to take a glance over Freya's file and see just what he was working with--and with a quick head scritch to Beef who had settled in his dog bed on Robert's side for once, he logged onto his computer, dragging the mouse in even circles as he waited for it boot up from it's sleep.

The SDN branch was pretty old school despite the advances of technology (given the lackluster performance of the Torrance branch resources weren't exactly...being piled onto the teams) but when he'd navigated to his work inbox and found the new file waiting behind the zipped encryption he thought that there had to have been some mistake.

Whole sections of the file were blacked out--like a shitty angsty teenager had taken a sharpie to a book to try out black out poetry for the first time. The bare minimum things were listed. Name. Alias. Height. A partial list of crimes--but again, sections were redacted and scrubbed out. Hidden behind unmoving black boxes.

"Super helpful." He mumbled to himself, scrolling further down the file, brown gaze flickering between the lines. It was like SHIELD wanted this cross assignment to fail. If this was what was shared with a willing party--he couldn't imagine how little information people lower on the leadership pole were able to see.

There was a section highlighting the Las Vegas Inferno and Freya's hand in that. Robert remembered some of it--close enough to home to keep an eye out and offer a hand as Mecha Man if it were ever needed but far enough away that it hadn't really impacted his own personal day to day. Information had been pretty scarce. There had been talk of dragons--extreme heat. A lot if it had been hand waved away as conspiracy nonsense and Robert had always figured that the proper heroes had gotten it under control and the actual narrative had been tightly controlled, as those things usually were. Then there was New York--that he also remembered. Remembered watching the news footage of this and that--the Avengers banning together. He had meant to look into it more but then shit had hit the fan in his own life and it had become another out of sight, out of mind scenario.

He felt like he knew even less about the Dragoness now and how to incorporate her into his own team of misfits.

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR CATCHING UP AND CHECKING IN *  assorted dialogue for pauses in the action when you need to check to see if they're okay, adjust as necessary

are you holding up all right?

thought i should stop by, see if you were okay.

you know, you haven't spoken in a minute.

you're starting to worry me.

is this thoughtful silence, or worried silence?

can i get you anything?

i'm perfectly all right.

sometimes i think about what will happen if we fail, and it terrifes me.

you can stop worrying about me now.

you had a moment back there.

what was all that yelling about?

i've worried about you since day one.

can we sit down?

you might feel better if you talk to me about it.

i was hoping we could catch up.

there's a lot more going on than i expected.

it's starting to get to me.

tell me the truth. are you all right?

i'm not a hero. i don't know why i'm doing this.

i can tell when you're lying to me, pretending everything's okay when it's not.

you're a horrible liar.

what was that all about?

i heard you yelling.

it sounded like an argument to me.

what's on your mind?

something's clearly bothering you.

can you just sit still?

you've never been honest with me.

they said you needed to talk to me?

i can tell when you're lying. i can see it in your face.

i know you better than you know yourself.

spill. everything.

that's not what it looked like from here.

i don't want to talk to anyone.

can you leave me alone for a while?

thanks but no thanks.

is this your way of checking on me?

who put you up to this?

if you'd just been honest with me from the start, we wouldn't be here.

when they said you were out here, i thought i'd stop by, see how you were doing.

you don't have to handle all of this by yourself, you know.

there are people who really care about you, who want to see you succeed.

think about the people who love you.

i don't like seeing you struggle this way.

i could use a shoulder to cry on right about now.

i just feel so lost.

everything is riding on me, and i'm not used to that.

there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now.

thanks for letting me vent a little.

i didn't mean to word vomit.

you make it easy.

i feel like i can trust you.

no one understands me but you.

thank you for giving me a chance to speak.

thank you for stopping by to see me.

you should come by more often.

the battle's not over.

we still have work to do.

i trust you'll be ready for the final battle?

tomorrow's a big day. you should get some rest.

if you need anything, you know where to find me.

it will feel better if you just come right out and say it.

no one should ever carry the burden you do.

i think the world of you.

what do they say? this too shall pass.

[lenle-g]

Played Dispatch for the first and second and third time this week, and I would sell my soul to Malevola for this depressed hoe and lil Beefy boy

[mechamn3]

Sorry if I dashed anyone's dreams with that questionaire but this man is a fucking disaster.

He owns like three outfits in total--one of which is literally his work uniform. He sleeps on his fucking mech suit--and then when that's gone a LAWN CHAIR. Someone posts his apartment on r/malelivingspace and people genuinely ask if he's okay

[mechamn3]

IN-CHARACTER QUESTIONNAIRE.

StolenFrom : @therapardalis

Tagging: Whoever wants to!!

1. What does your muse smell like? Adrenaline and bad decisions? Robert has never been a cologne type of guy--so he smells like whatever cheap bodywash and shampoo he can get his hands on. When working on the mech, he smells like machinery. Motor oil. Engine grease. Sweat. A metallic edge that sits uncomfortably on the fence of being unpleasant but reminds him of home nonetheless. Sometimes he smells like wet dog from having Beef spend too much time with Waterboy. If he really wanted to impress someone he'd probably smell like a boy's locker room, enveloping himself in a fog of Axe body spray. Watch out. 2. How often does your muse bathe / shower? Any habits? Depends on the circumstances. After getting hired with SDN, he showers pretty regularly, taking advantage of the on-site amenities and the lack of a hot water bill attached to his apartment and wallet. It's probably the most well-groomed and kept he's been in years. Prior to that--between the spirals of depression and the obsessive compulsive need to find Shroud's location and avenge dear old dad, showering goes to the wayside--only done as a necessity. Showers are fast. Methodical. In and out. Wash off the blood and the grit and get back out there to save the day.

The shower at his apartment is sad and pitiful. Stained with blood and grime; a bottle of two and one shampoo conditioner on the ledge. Body wash. A loofah that's seen better days. Some dog shampoo for Beef that Robert has unfortunately used on his own hair more than once. (It made it soft.)

Ideally, Robert would love a bathtub to be able to rest his aches and pains in but I think the man would combust before being caught sitting miserably in a bubble bath.

3. Does your muse have any tattoos or piercings? Not yet. He'd be the type to get some eventually, especially if he got peer pressured into it via Z-Team. Maybe something along the lines of--if you get such and such in the rankings I'll get a tattoo of your choice as motivation (HORRIBLE IDEA ROBERT. Never ever let him do that.) Maybe eventually they have matching/related tattoos related to the phoenix program after the events of the game because I'm a sucker for that.

Piercing-wise I can see him having a simple single ear piercing on the non-damaged ear that he just wears a stud in; mostly because he knows the risk of having a vulnerable spot like that and gets into too many fights to justifiy more.

4. Any movement quirks? Putting a pin in this one because I need to rewatch cutscenes and observe his mannerisms more </3

5. What do they sleep in? Robert doesn’t have any proper sleep clothes or pajamas or anything. He’s more likely to fall asleep in what he wore for the day or strip down to his boxers and undershirt. If he gets cold, he’ll shrug on a hoodie for the night and weasel his way out of it whenever he vaguely wakes up overheating in the middle of the night.

6. What's their favorite piece of clothing? He's incredibly fond of his Mecha-Man jumpsuit--the blue zip-up with his logo across the front. He also enjoys oversized jackets and outer layers. (functional AND comfy.)

7. What do they do when they wake up?

Stretches out all his aches and pains—the success depends on what he ended up sleeping on the night prior. Makes sure Beef gets to go outside to use the bathroom—leashless because the fat little guy isn’t about to go running off anywhere. Beef gets fed breakfast and usually gets some of whatever Robert ends up having. Usually a granola bar or a bowl of dry cereal before he's rushing off to work and surviving on shitty break room coffee.

8. How do they sleep? Position? Considering canonly we’ve seen him sleep on the Mecha-Man suit itself AND in a plastic lawn chair once the former has been relocated to SDN for repairs. Once Blonde Blazer brings over the couch for the housewarming party, that becomes his bed—and he sleeps curled up as small as his body can get, tucked close to the firm cushions of the back of the couch.

9. What do their hands usually feel like? Rough and callused from a life of playing hero and working with his hands. There's so many scars decorating his skin--knicks and scraps and cuts--some of which he couldn't possibly tell you the origin of. His digits have been pinched between nearly every piece of the Mecha-Man suit while he strong-armed his own repairs. Knuckles have been split, tore open over and over, between workouts and punching goons in the face. Shattering glass. Reaching into fire.

Robert's hands are a canvas--embarrassingly rough. Like an artist didn't know what they were doing and covered everything in layer after layer of paint--only to end up with a mess of texture that won't go away. He's never taken the time to notice before, and doesn't spend a lot of time looking at his own hands. After all, his dad's hands were the same. He's sure his Grandfather's were as well. It's just part of the job.

Please don't let him touch any microfiber.

10. If you kissed them, what would they taste like? A breath mint if he'd gotten a heads up that such a thing was going to be taking place or the left over tingle of his mint tooth paste. Realistically, he's going to taste like coffee and caffeine. Something sweet and vanilla-y, like he's just eaten a Twinkie from the break room vending machine.

[bardistraee]

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[miyku]

DISPATCH | ▶ dev. AdHoc Studio [There's pool going around on which superhero you used to be. Person who guesses right wins nine hundred and thirty-six dollars.]

[bardistraee]

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[jasonbrdy]

DISPATCH (2025) dev. AdHoc Studio

[mcflymemes]

PROMPTS FOR TEACHABLE MOMENTS *  assorted dialogue, adjust as necessary

you're not doing it right.

i'm just going to sit here and watch you.

that's not how it works.

all right, since you're such an expert, why don't you show me?

let me know when you need my help.

is that the best you've got?

you're holding it all wrong.

try to swing your sword.

was that you trying?

i've never done this before.

i look like a fool.

you're getting the hang of it!

you know what they say, practice makes perfect.

i'm never going to be ready in time.

let me walk you through it.

this is where you went wrong.

watch how i do this.

see? it's not so bad!

i feel like i'm making a fool of myself.

who taught you how to do this?

i wish i had more confidence in myself.

i'm never going to get it.

try again. harder this time.

put your back into it.

that was weak.

i expected better of you.

you've really disappointed me today.

it's easier to just give up.

hold it like this instead.

watch me, and then you try.

who taught you to hold it like that?

no no, you're doing it all wrong.

see? a little practice always helps.

keep going. don't stop until you've perfected it.

i'm going to leave and come back, and you'd better be ready by then.

again. do it again.

i'm not giving up on you.

maybe i wasn't meant to do this.

maybe i'll let someone else handle this.

this is too complicated for me.

you're not giving yourself enough credit.

you came this far. don't give up now.

i believe in you.

i know you can do it.

if you put your mind to it, you can accomplish anything.

the last person i taught was your mother.

the last person i taught was your father.

you're just as stubborn as they were.

i'm not letting you give up this easily.

a little hard work, and you'll get it.

i always believed in you from day one.

see that? that's where you're aiming.

deep breath in, deep breath out.

you're stronger than you think.

if you give up, you'll never forgive yourself.

a lot of people are counting on you.

everything rides on your shoulders.

they need you to learn this.

this is the only way you're going to prove yourself.

prove them wrong.

[mechamn3]

@therapardalis cont. from open starter!! | x

"Maybe just a little. Can't say I blame you though." Brown eyes watched as she claimed the nearby table and Robert hummed, lips twitching into a smile at the mention of his beloved loaf of a dog. Beef had surprisingly been a big hit and a door-opener when it came to meeting new people around the office, more so than Robert's typical prickly attitude was, at least. He was forever and eternally grateful that Blonde Blazer hadn't had any issues with the dog coming along with him to work despite the lack of any formal training or proper paperwork that should have been required to tote him back and forth in the vein of emotional support. To be fair--he really just slept and begged for snacks whenever food happened to be present. Between Robert and Chase, the little bastard was as spoiled as could be. Deserved, obviously, but still.

A hand waved in a polite little two-fingered wave at the introduction, still holding onto the coffee cup like a lifeline. "Nice to meet you. Officially. I've seen you around a bit, but I've never really had an opportunity to say hi." Robert's use of the gym usually happened at the early hours of the morning--when it was empty and there were no hot-headed heroes about to criticize his normie body and his poor lifting techniques. He'd seen Thera coming in and out just as he usually wrapped things up--and had heard mention of her here and there, but there'd never really been a chance to say anything. Well. Maybe there had been but Robert hadn't been in the mood to talk.

A soft chuckle was given before he shrugged his shoulders, "Nah--you're fine. I can always head back to my desk if I'm tired of chatting."

[xxashes-rebornxx]

"Ah, damn." A dry chuckle followed by a what could only be described as a sigh of disappointment was heard. "That's unfortunate -- that probably would've made for good ammunition if that were the case." If there was one thing that kept her going when working with New York's finest, it was making every day just a little harder for that Blonde fool.

It was what Robert said next that gave Freya significant pause. The hair towards the back of neck stood on end at the mention of the flaming bird of legend, cat-like pupils dilated into thin lines across a golden background.

"Phoenix program, huh..?" Her next words came out rushed and short of breath, as though Freya were fighting her very lungs just to make a semblance of a sound. The logical part of Freya's mind was virtually screaming at her to simply recognize the name for what it was -- a coincidence. But coincidence or not; nothing could relinquish the hold that word had on her past. The memories. Flickering flames licking at blue and crimson feathers under dull street lights, accompanied by the sound of youthful laughter as a pair of lovers tried their hand at hero work.

But every Angel eventually falls.

Snapping back to reality; Freya quickly came to notice the amount of force she'd been gripping her chair with -- so much so that it left deep grip marks in the steel supports of the chair itself. "Oh.. uh.. Shit, gimme a sec, I can fix this." Ears tilting back; Freya got to work, standing to correct the dent she'd made by bending the steel about as simply as one might bend a milk jug.

Pleased with her work, Freya sat back down.

"Yes, I'd heard about that.. I saw a commercial or two on the way over." She had to admit, it felt a bit scummy, delegating aid only to those who paid for it upfront and what not -- but such was capitalism. "Um, so listen.. Is there, like, a policy when it comes to smoking? I can step out if necessary, but figured I'd ask first.."

[mechamn3]

"Oh--yeah. It's kinda cheesy." He offered, assuming she was questioning the namesake of the program, "But you know. Second chances. Phoenixes. The whole rebirth thing--I had a whole speech that I gave the team but it was pretty spur-of-the-moment. Maybe you'll get a taste of it if you get to stick around."

The sound of metal creaking caught his attention and the dispatcher blinked, craning his neck to catch sight of the deep marks left on the supported steel.

"Don't sweat it. These chairs can handle a--oh. Well. Lookie there. Problem solved." She'd already managed to fix it before the sentence had even left his mouth. Lips quirked and Robert lifted his mug in a teasing little salute before taking another sip--making a mental note of that strength when it came to her file.

"Outside is better. No one wants a face full of smoke and cigarettes in the office. Same goes for vaping--even if that shit smells like blueberries--I don't want to smell it. Your fellow heroes don't want to smell it. The dispatchers don't want to smell it." Finger raised and he gestured towards the door, "If you head down the hall and take a right there's an exit out to a little patio that opens up to the lawn. Should be some ash trays and benches out there to take a seat if you need."