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@numbuh-86
“Hey 86, that adult botherin’ you?” Numbuh 0.2 asked, cracking his knuckles. He knew she wasn’t the kind to ask for help, but offering it might prove alright.
"Naa. I think I've taken care of the situation. Besides, I don't need a stupid boy to help me anyway." She didn't emphasize stupid boy like usual at least? "What are ye doing in Sector V today?" She sat down on the park swing and looked up at him.
I realized something a few weeks ago. So, Fanny's Numbuh is 86. She's the head of decommissioning, removing kids from the system.
In a restaurant to 86 something is to remove it from the menu.
well if you don't believe me then i will prove my point of view it's morphing time Tyrannosaurus does this help?
"Look, adult, I have no idea why you keep trying to interact with an eleven year old kid, but if you don't move along I'm going to hit you with my S.P.L.A.N.K.E.R."
well you should know that i have my power morpher with the Tyrannosaurus power coin in the middle of the morpher itself *shows my morpher and power coin to you* does this prove ay thing?
"I restate my last statement."
Why do you hate sector z?
"Sector Z? I don't hate them. They were our greatest Sector." She put her hand over her heart, looking sad.
"Those Delightful idiots, though, I canno' stand them. And, ye, I know they're technically the same people, but they aren't. Not by a long shot."
i know that i'm a nerdy adult but i fight my own battle against my arch enemy known as lord zedd and rita replusa does that prove any thing to you?
"It proves you like Saturday mornin' telle."
hey number 86 i collect; power rangers toys as a cosplay research
"Good fer ye, ya nerdy adult."
Shots Fired!
“Geez, the way some operatives treat their flyers, you’d think they’ve never flown before… Aw man, how did a slice of pizza get into the thrusters?! A disgrace, you hear me?”
David was talking to no one in particular, merely griping as he worked on the busted aircraft. Normally, this would be a job he’d work on with Numbuh 0.5, but there was a Robot Sock-Izoids marathon on TV and there was no way she was going to miss that. Therefore, the lot fell on him, which left David lying on a skateboard, his legs sticking out from under the machine. Every so often, his hand would come out, feel around for his toolbox, and pull out the necessary equipment before disappearing again. This time, he’d stuck his hand out and felt another shoe.
@numbuh-86
The Irish girl looked down at the legs in front of her, her other foot tapping impatiently. If her best pilot couldn’t fly his plane soon she wasn’t going to be happy.
She’d been watching the boy work for a while now. Ever since she expected the work to have been done.
“How much longer are ye gonna be working on this? We need t’s get back inta the air as soon as possible. Boooooy.”
Numbuh 0.2 pulled his hand away from the other operative’s shoe before she decided to stomp on his hand. “As long as I need! Miss Whiny Pants…” That last part was a mutter, as even Numbuh 0.2 knew not to cross the chief of the Decommissioning Squad. She outranked half the Moon Base by herself! “And have you SEEN the damage that YOUR pilot has done? I mean, who tries to hold an engine together with sugar-free gum?”
“I was told that ye’re the best and fastest at fixing machinery. But, as usual, the stupid boy can’t handle a simple request of ‘make it fly’. Maybe I need to call in three more boys and ye all could maybe figure out how to get this done in a timely manor?” Unfortunately for her there weren’t many girls in the KND that was experienced with the wrench, including herself, and the ones that were weren’t nearly as reputable as some of the boys.
“Just make sure it’s ready to fly soon. Ye can mess with non-essential repairs afterwards. We just need ta be able to leave at a moment’s notice.” She huffed and leaned on the plane.
When she leaned her weight on the machine, the whole thing tilted a little, and David quickly scooted out, afraid of having the thing drop on him. “Excuse me, trying to work, could you lean on something else?” he groused, waiting to see if she’d get off before grabbing a wrench.
“And if you needed to be gone, why didn’t you ask for another ship to be sent here? Or even ask ME to come down? It’s not like you don’t have unlimited resources as Global Tactical Officer, anyway!” He was not afraid to get mad at this girl, though it was more for her treatment of him than the state of the plane. “Look, I can fix this thing, if you give me a little more time. You have a box of spare parts in your ship or anything? I need to fix the flux function thing-a-mabob.”
When the plane shifted she immediately stood up straight. She looked at the craft before straightening her skirt. “Don’t ye yell at me like that, boy!” She snapped. “I told him he should ask fer another one temporarily, but he’s a stubborn boy and wants to fly his own craft. He says no other plane flies like his,” a mocking talking hand motion, “but with all the work ye’re doing, I doubt it’ll even fly the same.” She half complained, half informed.
“And Rach- 362 said that I should ask fer ye.” She really had no idea who else to ask, seeming she refused to get help from Hoagie and she recently had to decommission their typical mechanic.
She motioned to the supplies around the Moon Base garage. “I have no idea what yer lookin fer, but ye have until tomorrow afternoon. Scheduled decommission. High possibility of running.”
Shots Fired!
“Geez, the way some operatives treat their flyers, you’d think they’ve never flown before… Aw man, how did a slice of pizza get into the thrusters?! A disgrace, you hear me?”
David was talking to no one in particular, merely griping as he worked on the busted aircraft. Normally, this would be a job he’d work on with Numbuh 0.5, but there was a Robot Sock-Izoids marathon on TV and there was no way she was going to miss that. Therefore, the lot fell on him, which left David lying on a skateboard, his legs sticking out from under the machine. Every so often, his hand would come out, feel around for his toolbox, and pull out the necessary equipment before disappearing again. This time, he’d stuck his hand out and felt another shoe.
@numbuh-86
The Irish girl looked down at the legs in front of her, her other foot tapping impatiently. If her best pilot couldn’t fly his plane soon she wasn’t going to be happy.
She’d been watching the boy work for a while now. Ever since she expected the work to have been done.
“How much longer are ye gonna be working on this? We need t’s get back inta the air as soon as possible. Boooooy.”
Numbuh 0.2 pulled his hand away from the other operative’s shoe before she decided to stomp on his hand. “As long as I need! Miss Whiny Pants…” That last part was a mutter, as even Numbuh 0.2 knew not to cross the chief of the Decommissioning Squad. She outranked half the Moon Base by herself! “And have you SEEN the damage that YOUR pilot has done? I mean, who tries to hold an engine together with sugar-free gum?”
“I was told that ye’re the best and fastest at fixing machinery. But, as usual, the stupid boy can’t handle a simple request of ‘make it fly’. Maybe I need to call in three more boys and ye all could maybe figure out how to get this done in a timely manor?” Unfortunately for her there weren’t many girls in the KND that was experienced with the wrench, including herself, and the ones that were weren’t nearly as reputable as some of the boys.
“Just make sure it’s ready to fly soon. Ye can mess with non-essential repairs afterwards. We just need ta be able to leave at a moment’s notice.” She huffed and leaned on the plane.
Shots Fired!
“Geez, the way some operatives treat their flyers, you’d think they’ve never flown before… Aw man, how did a slice of pizza get into the thrusters?! A disgrace, you hear me?”
David was talking to no one in particular, merely griping as he worked on the busted aircraft. Normally, this would be a job he’d work on with Numbuh 0.5, but there was a Robot Sock-Izoids marathon on TV and there was no way she was going to miss that. Therefore, the lot fell on him, which left David lying on a skateboard, his legs sticking out from under the machine. Every so often, his hand would come out, feel around for his toolbox, and pull out the necessary equipment before disappearing again. This time, he’d stuck his hand out and felt another shoe.
@numbuh-86
The Irish girl looked down at the legs in front of her, her other foot tapping impatiently. If her best pilot couldn't fly his plane soon she wasn't going to be happy.
She'd been watching the boy work for a while now. Ever since she expected the work to have been done.
"How much longer are ye gonna be working on this? We need t's get back inta the air as soon as possible. Boooooy."
Kids work together to create eternal recess
#community
"Come /on!/ When're 'y'all gonna gimme my phone call! Anna an' I were eligible 'fa parole /ages/ ago, Fullbright!"
Fanny sighed. She hated coming to Arctic Prison to check on things. Every time she had to walk down this hall he hollered at her about something else. “Well, what ye don’t seem to understand, Jimmy, is that I DON’T CARE! Ye won’t be gettin out of here any time soon. So shut up. Sit down. And BE QUIET! StuuuuUUUpid boy!”
Slamming against the bars, Jimmy grasps for her, screaming incoherently.
“What kind’a answer is that?! I know my constitutional rights as an American citizen, and this ain’t just! Get back here, so I can hit’cha!”
He certainly isn’t winning any good boy points, is he?
Fanny merely scoffed as she stepped back out of his reach. "Well iffin ye were in America, maybe ye'd get those rights. But apparently, ye've forgotten that yer in the Arctic." She stuck her tongue out at him before laughing. "Ah might bring ye something a little more edible than an MRE for yer dinner. If ye ask nicely, that is."
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Prison conditions
(RP with @james-nixon from here.)
“Well, Stuuuupid boy. Ye ain’t in America right now, are ye?” Nope. Technically he was in international waters, seeming the prison was under the land and ice that make up the arctic. “Ye don’ have any rights here.” She then scoffed. “Why don’t ye just try and make me?” She goaded him, standing right out of his reach, and stuck her tongue out at him.
"Come /on!/ When're 'y'all gonna gimme my phone call! Anna an' I were eligible 'fa parole /ages/ ago, Fullbright!"
Fanny sighed. She hated coming to Arctic Prison to check on things. Every time she had to walk down this hall he hollered at her about something else. “Well, what ye don’t seem to understand, Jimmy, is that I DON’T CARE! Ye won’t be gettin out of here any time soon. So shut up. Sit down. And BE QUIET! StuuuuUUUpid boy!”
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