#charliecrew

[mochimuses-a]

@charliecrew​ \\ starter call

“Y’know, it’d be nice if SOME of the students participated in the show. Am I losing my entertainment touch, or WHAT??”

[cassidycollective]

[ @charliecrew ]

“Uh.......Excuse me would you uhm, take a flyer?” One hand holds out the flyer to the other, as his free hand fidgets with his choker. He never was great at initiating conversation... “I’m... Not really from...around here, but I’m doing a, uh, concert and I’m trying to. Get like, the word out. So. Yeah. If you could come that would be.....cool, but even just, taking the flyer helps, if you know anyone who....might want to, or whatever.” 

Through his whole spiel, he never quite managed to look at who he’d been offering the paper to, but he risked a slight glance when he was done. Big mistake. This dude was... really handsome. Now he’s ten times at nervous!

[mochimuses-a]

@charliecrew​ \\ from here

Captain reaches forward to pat a hand against his face, her tail thumping against him. “Newt..” She moves to stand on all fours, slowly crawling up so she can press her face against his cheek. “Wake up.”

[mochimuses-a]

@charliecrew​ \\ starter call

Boss turns to look at Newt, sat in timeout for her baby crimes against humanity...well, actually just the household, but still. “Can I be..done with times out now? I’ve been here..forever.” It’s been about five minutes, but that’s a long time.

“I didn’t even do nothing..” She was trying to teach Captain swear words, but that was basically nothing.

[mochimuses-a]

Could u maybe draw Eddie hanging out with Selina? 0:

wlw/mlm solidarity

[cassidycollective]

[ @charliecrew || Robo Verse ]

The last wave of a dreamless slumber washed over the mechanical being, as he took a surprised moment to process his continued existence before bothering to open his eyes. He would have figured he would have been scrap by now, given his last interaction with his creator. 

Even the thought of him brought out an all too familiar ire in the bot. Perhaps he’d decided he wanted him to witness his own deconstruction. That could not be put past the likes of him. Humans had little concern for the things around them, even those they’ve created. He’d learned this quickly. 

When he did finally make move to attempt opening his eyes, the mechanisms took a moment, heavy and fallen into disuse. How long had he been out this time? All of his joints felt stiff, evident in the slow motion of his hand toward his face as he tried to observe that he was, in fact, really back on. 

Judging by the harsh lighting and sterile atmosphere, he was in a lab, a type of place he’d grown very used to. A brief glance, however, revealed this to be an entirely unfamiliar laboratory set up... Odd. Judging by the lack of presence in the room, and the quiet permeating the area, he’d figured quickly he probably was not intended to have powered back on at this time. He would have to work quickly.

He tried to swiftly move himself off of the metallic table he was set upon, instead sending himself to the floor as he had misjudged the still lingering stiffness in his leg joints. Just as he was about to pull himself upright, he heard nearing footsteps. With wide eyes, he ducks back behind the counter he was previously laid across, and peeks barely around the side. 

What he sees before him, is an entirely unfamiliar scientist, unkempt and a bit drowsy, holding some sort of food substance he also found unfamiliar. His curiosity is piqued, but he doesn’t dare move too much, distrust still deeply embedded in him. If anything, the unfamiliar circumstance made this more dangerous. He tried, in vain, to keep himself hidden, but soon found himself spotted, ducking once again fully behind the counter.

[cassidycollective]

[ @charliecrew ]

“Newton.” The android states simply, having near silently arrived behind his new housemate. He still had much to learn in the way of social conventions and the appropriate ways of approaching others. This had been the third time today he had caused the other to nearly drop whatever it was he was working on and jump. 

“Oh no... I’m sorry. I did it wrong again, didn’t I?” His synthetic brows furrow, obviously remorseful of his actions when the other turns toward him and calms.

[cassidycollective]

[ @charliecrew ]

“A tragedy, a shame, is it not?” The figure suddenly appearing in a puff of black smoke that choked off the entire rooms oxygen for just a moment. “Being shackled where you hate, under the control of such vicious being with no regard for the feelings or lives of other?”

The words spoke to what the janitors own thoughts may portray, trying to pull in the others trust while also concealing that the words were more than true about himself as well. “Hardly worth your time, and yet you’re here. Might not be so bad if there were to be...an accident, yes?”