Tremolo's "Do it for them" board he looks at when he has to remind himself why he needs to get better c:
Tremolo's thoughts on each picture:
@pughat RIGHT: Such a jumpy Gahito but he GETS IT and knows the TRUTH and has seen all that I've seen. Very good Gahito.
@tabieeee WHISTLE: She is like sister, helping to heard the children and is now the head clown in the rodeo and very proud of her!
@tabieeee THE FIVE SPEAKERS AMIGOS (Tune, Sonnet, Mix, Bloo, and Hatch) Troublemakers but good. The power of friendship is STRONG in them!
@lens-guy-art MEDLEY: She was standing amongst some flowers and such a pretty picture! I heard she is a very good ballroom dancer!
@that-other-dead-person PERDITUS: Strange fellow doesn't show up right in the pictures....has no face but in my HEART he has the chiseled features of a handsome speaker!
FORTISSIMO AND PIANISSIMO: Such musically talented little speakers they are! ALways up to something too...I do wonder how they and the five amigos will interact...
BIGGS: Ah! This is a photo of our wedding! He was so handsome <3 He lost the ring in the war when he was injured, so we are planning on getting married again! But he wants ...it just like before...as he remembers it. WHich means the wedding is delayed until...someone can come.
?????: .....it is the last picture I have of him. I tried to get rid of it, but...I keep putting it back up. Silly fool... they couldn't fix that baby face no matter what.
I feel like if Tremolo and Right ever met, it would either turn into the hardware equivalent of two cats crab walking at each other for a bit before jumping at each other and rolling around on the floor while fighting, or they'd just end up making a nervous feedback loop where they keep getting more and more freaked out because the other person is freaked out and neither of them are capable of taking a step back to consider the situation.
FINALLY FINISHED WITH MY RESPONES TO THIS! <3 @pughat 's Right meeting Tremolo 83 Enjoy the silly!
Paralipsis is 100% serious about punting Right. Do not test him. Medic does not get paid enough for all this ....
Tremolo has adopted Right as one of his sons and now must protect. That is how Tremolo works.
And here is one of the fics I was working on the other day, all finished and fluffy <3 Outpost 51 crew going out to sit about in nature for their stupid mental health :b
Title: The Great Outdoors
Rating: PG
Characters: The Outpost 51 Crew, Focus on Civic and Hubble
Guest Staring: Right who belongs to @pughat
answering the prompt about Cameraman wanting to see a bug by @lensman-arms-race and just some cute fluff all around!
Summary: Everyone needs a day to get out and touch grass sometimes.
The day was a beautiful one. The sky was an immaculate blue, expansive with only a few wispy clouds floating by. The sound of rushing water over the small waterfall filled the air as it came crashing down into a deep still pool of water, crystal clear, and reflecting the sky like a mirror before it was caught up to the far edge to flow down towards a fast moving slip of a river where it churned white frot over large rocks. All of this was against the backdrop of towering mountains, white tipped like the teeth of some beast with thick forests crowded about their roots. From the spot, there was a scenic overlook, stretching over the forest and meadows towards the scrub lands in the distance and the rise of the desert further than that. The place was beautiful and tranquil, far from the war and for a moment, it was easy to forget that the world was starting to fall apart at the seams somewhere out there.
It was the Outpost 51 secret spot. Just a place to rest for a solitary minute.
Civic pushed back the bucket hat adorned with purple flowers he was wearing to give a satisfied look over the plants he had put in along the bank. He had gone out of his way to pick out native flowers, from the milkweed, to cone flowers, to laurels in their bright colors. In a few weeks, the plants would be plenty bushy, attracting all sorts of insects to their bounty and hopefully spread the seeds further. The cameraman let out a satisfied huff, sitting back on his heels, more than pleased with his work.
“Civic! I found a bug!”
The cameraman turned his head as Hubble bound over to him, hands cupped carefully around something that was angrily buzzing between his fingers, “It is this big fuzzy bug! Like a bee. But fuzzy!”
Civic snorted, shaking his head as Hubble opened up his hand to reveal the disgruntled bumblebee he had caught.
“Kid? Ats a bumblebee. Best to let da little guy git back to their bidness,”
“Bumblebee?” Hubble looked down as the bumblebee gave a flutter of its wings before it was zooming up to bury itself in the purple flowers roped about Civic’s hat.
“Mmhmm, Fat little tings, but friendly enough. jest aht and abaht hunting fer flahrs, expecially purple ones,” Civic said as he picked up his small trowel again.
Hubble’s lens flexed as he watched the bumblebee roll around in the purple flowers a bit before zooming off again, “I see,” the sniper cameraman shifted a bit before he crouched down awkwardly to look at what Civic was doing, “Is that why you are planting flowers?”
“Sort of. Also planting it fer a lot of other insects aht dere that like flahrs too, like butterflies, bees, and even a ladybug or two whenever they go hunting fer aphids.” Civic said with a chuckle, “Always liked a touch of nature arahnd. Good fer da soul,”
“Yeah. It is nice when we get to come out here,” Hubble said, giving a look around, “Everyone is finally relaxing for once,”
Civic gave a hum, giving a glance around as well. The place was one they had set up for use by the Outpost, although they needed a quick teleportation by Paralipsis to get out there or have to take a four hour truck ride out to the plot of land. A small pavilion had been built with plenty of headroom for the taller units and eco-friendly furniture to sit on. An area to the side was set for composting, already filled with debris from the grass clippings as Civic had run the mower to wrangle the field back into use for Tremolo, Right, Prattle and Tattle. The four of them had put up a badminton net and had been at it for the better part of an hour.
Tremolo’s competitiveness was infectious it seemed as Right spiked the birdie onto the other side, letting out what accounted for a victorious shriek as Tremolo was already giving his own victory trill, sliding onto the ground like he had won the world championship.
“Ugh! Another round!” Prattle yelled, “Unless you two kidbop listening boomboxes are running out of energy!”
“Ha! Do you want to lose again that bad!?” Tremolo retorted, brandishing his racket towards the two cameras, “Because we will spank you soundly again like a mother to her unruly screaming child in the supermarket!”
“Yeah! Spank you soundly!” Right declared, pointing his racket at them as well, mimicking Tremolo.
Civic just shook his head, just glad they were having fun. Right had started to warm up to the shenanigans around here it seemed, although he avoided Paralipsis like the plague still. For good reason, Civic supposed, given the supervisor wanted to throw him back at the group he belonged to. According to Medic though, a close friend of Right was coming to pick him up in a few days time, coming in with the new recruits.
Apparently Paralipsis had done his job and hired an engineer and some temporary maintenance worker.
“Do you think your flower garden will get a lot of butterflies?” Hubble asked, wrapping his arms about his knees, “I heard that there aren’t as many butterflies around,”
“Maybe. Can only hope right?” Civic said with a shrug, “Maybe wit alls this war gowen on in da cities, places like iss will be left alone enough to start to recover again,”
Hubble gave a small nod, glancing over to the pavilion where Mr. Biggs sat holding a rather large tarantula in his hand, petting it delicately with one giant finger, “Or nature is just going to move in with us,”
“I told Biggs he should try to coax his tarantula to return to da wild and not da inner workings of his head,” Civic said with a snort, giving another look around the place, “Where’s da twins?”
“Over there, down by the river. They are trying to catch little fish to try and catch a big catfish,” Hubble said, his head swiveling in the direction of the river, “They want to see a real one,”
Civic snorted watching the twin speakermen in question skitter over the rocks of the river, clearly having abandoned their fish catching just to jump back and forth over the froth of the river with little care to the danger that would come if they slipped in. Always a pair of fearless idiots, that was for sure.
“Right,”
He turned his head more towards the waterfall, catching sight of Medic perched up on a rock where she was no doubt taking pictures. She was trying to find hobbies to do and scrapbooking was the thing she had landed on for now. Paralipsis was nearby, helping her up and down the rocks, although Civic noted the two were holding hands a little bit more.
A possible indicator they had maybe made up or Medic was pushing forward with her touch therapy and making Paralipsis endure physical contact with someone. Her reasoning was since he would talk about his problems to save his life, just holding hands and letting him know she was there when he finally wanted to say something was the next best thing.
Or something like that. Civic had to give it to the small camerawoman. She was tenacious and willing to try any angle, even if it was off the path. Apparently though the one coming to pick up Right was a therapist too and she was hoping maybe the camcorder would be able to find a way to crack the hardest cases on the base a little more.
“Civic, what’s that insect? Is it an insect? It looks really wormy!” Hubble piped up.
Civic’s attention swerved back to the flowers, cocking his head to the side as he looked at the fat caterpillar creeping up along some of the leaves of a nearby tree. He chuckled, raising out a hand to let it crawl onto his finger, “jest a caterpillar Hubble. Not sure of da type though. I don’t profess some nature expert or anything but guessing it is jest a hungry little ting,”
“It is really big,” Hubble said, watching as the caterpillar idly wiggled up Civic’s finger and onto his hand.
“Might be close to finding a nice place to make a cocoon and becoming a butterfly or moth,” Civic said, letting the insect crawl about on his hand before he lifted it back to the tree leaves, letting it inch back off.
Hubble watched it, giving a small chuckle, “Heh, well I guess some people also got to just lay around and eat or whatever before they can make a transformation,”
“Some people,” Civic agreed, picking up his trowel again, “Yinz want to help me plant da rest of da flahrs?”
Hubble perked up, nodding eagerly, “Sure! Just show me what to do!”
Civic just chuckled, but was more than happy to have help with his project. Gardening was relaxing, simple, and there was a sense of achievement when all the planting was done and one could watch their work grow day after day. Hubble was more than eager to help, flitting about here and there, as always, bundled up with energy that needed to be released. He was more than happy to rush to the river to get more water.
On the last run back, the twins followed after him, watching what they were doing for a moment before deciding they wanted to help, nudging and giggling with Hubble, their hands moving quickly as they seemed to be telling some story to the cameraman that was getting a sincere laugh out of the gangly cameraman.
Civic just gave a hum, continuing his work at his own pace, starting to think about maybe building a bridge over the river. Something sturdy so people could watch the water rush, maybe dangle feet off the edge into the water. He remembered doing that growing up in his hometown. Those old summer days in the woods just running about barefoot without a care in the world, only mindful for a coppersnake lurking about.
Good memories, just like today would be a good memory and the cameraman was sure it was going to be a good memory for everyone as he gave a glance around, watching as Tremolo laughed, carrying a victorious Right on his shoulders while Prattle and Tattle huffed and grumbled, but, as always, too good-natured to let another defeat get them down as they followed after the two back towards the waterfall.
Of where Medic was leaned up against Parlipsis as the TV man lounged out in the sun like a basking crocodile, his screen now showing that silly screen saver where the Alliance TV Faction symbol bounced about, just always shy of going into the corner. No doubt he was asleep. Give Paralipsis five minutes of downtime and he would enter sleep mode.
Civic rose to his feet as he watched Tremolo set Right down and was now trying to coax Prattle and Tattle to go waterfall jumping with him. A chuckle rose in the civil engineer as he rose to his feet, brushing himself off, “Getting a mite hot out here. I think I might go see about joining the others at the waterfahl pool,”
Hubble looked up before looking at the waterfall, “That looks fun, but is the pool deep enough for diving?”
“It is about fifteen feet down,” Civic said with a shrug, “Crystal clear water all the way down too,”
Hubble hopped to his feet, stretching out his legs as the twins looked over, already giving those interested little classical music trills before they were heading over, already stripping down to their boxers. Tremolo was already scampering up the rocks with Prattle and Tattle after him, the three always the first to start something of a hair brain scheme.
Right sat at the edge, happy to splash his feet in the water as Mr. Biggs settled next to him doing the same. Medic had her eye fixed on the three idiots looking to jump off the water fall, shouting a warning which caused Paralipsis to snort and wake up, screen flicking with an annoyed look before he let out a yawn, rolling over onto his back, sprawling out and reaching up a hand to turn off his own screen to go right back to sleep.
Hubble was already yelling, jumping on one foot as he got down to his boxers, following the others up to the jump spot, as sure footed as a goat with the twins scrambling behind him, always eager to get into some new fun. Civic just shook his head as he unbuttoned his own shirt, dropping it on the pile on the shore, only pausing to pick up the pool float that had been left at the edge of the water, tossing it onto the water and flopping onto it.
It was a good day. One that would be a good memory for everyone.
Maybe there really was something to just going out and touching grass once and a while.
