bad behavior

Hiro Hamada, 20, Ramirez Repair Shop they  say  we   a r e   what  we   a r e                      but   we   don't   h a v e  to   be resident of mythos pines

[technicalhiro]

Hiro eyed the laptop on the bar in front of him. Some people shouldn’t be allowed anywhere near computers, and this looked like a prime example of why. He jabbed the power button to see if it would at least turn on, and to his delight it began to boot up. However, oh, it was definitely not supposed to be making that noise. "What did you do to this thing?" he asked, frowning at the person who had brought it in to the repair shop. "Did you spill something on it?"

[gxrgeousgeorge]

Toby probably sounded insane. Hell, he was starting to actually think he was insane, too. Memories of himself as a dog? As Sherlock Holmes’ dog? Maybe he just had too much to eat the night before and his active imagination was getting the best of him. It was a lot of memories, but who was to say they were even real? Maybe he was just…. imagining the whole thing.

“Yeaaah,” Toby drew the word out, rubbing the back of his neck. He scratched at the little hairs, ducking his head almost bashfully. He had a brief image of doing that in a much smaller body, with large ears hitting the floor. (In that life, his ears touched the floor almost 24/7). “You can just-” He was going to suggest that the other man ignore him. There was a very real possibility that he was bonafide crazy. But the man interjected and suddenly, Toby didn’t actually feel that crazy anymore.

“You remember?” He asked, his eyes going a little wide. “This whole other life, outside of this one? One that feels more real than this one??” It was kind of exciting, learning that he wasn’t the only one. Though, apparently being a dog was still a strange feeling. (He couldn’t help but wonder how Basil felt. After all, he was a mouse.) “I- Yeah, really. A basset hound, no less.”

[technicalhiro]

Hiro’s excitement came back in full force as the guy confirmed that yes, someone else did remember. “Yes! That’s it! Like a whole alternate universe or something, and we were there and everything was different to here and you were a dog and I was, I mean, I was still a person but I made these things and oh man, this is so cool!” Hiro cheered, finally getting to let out some of the energy he’d been building up. “It’s like we’re in a movie! This is so-” Hiro paused as a thought occurred to him. “Wait, why do we suddenly remember it though?”

He had been on overdrive since his memories came back and barely had time to process everything, but now the reality of the situation (if it really was reality) was catching up to him. His brow furrowed as his mind filled with hundreds of questions, some spilling out of his mouth like dog-man would be able to answer them. “That world feels more real, so does that mean it is real? And if that world is real, then what’s this world? Is this world not real? Is it just us that remember or do other people remember too? Why are we here now instead of there? How did we get here? What happened to that other world? Oh my god...” Hiro trailed off. His brain was short-circuiting. He needed to sit down.

[gxrgeousgeorge]

When he first remembered, Toby couldn’t do anything. Honest to god, he had just laid in bed and stared at the ceiling. Which, to be fair, it was a lot for him to process. Here, in Mythos Pines, he was incredible! He had opposable thumbs! He could talk. Here, he was a human. But he wasn’t really a human, was he? His memories told him differently. No. In all reality, Toby was the furthest thing from human. He was a dog. He walked on all four legs and had a tail and- Could anyone blame him for shutting down for a few hours?

Eventually he did get out of bed, though. He took his time, looking at his fingers as if they were completely new to him. This entire life was a lie. He spent 32 years looking for a brother he didn’t even have, he solved crimes that probably didn’t exist with- Basil was real, at least that was a comfort.

And Sherlock Holmes. He was Sherlock Holmes’ dog? He was still a dog… but that was cool, living with the real life Sherlock Holmes. Here, Sherlock was just a story.

He wasn’t sure how much time passed, but he found himself pacing outside the coffee shop, staring at his legs. “I was a dog.” He muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. “Dog. I was a dark.” And then, just to see how it would make him feel, he tried a little bark. “Woof.” It felt foreign to his lips, really, he just felt stupid. 

He didn’t notice the second pair of feet immediately. It wasn’t until he nearly collided with the person that his head shot up, mid-sentence. “I was a- Oh. Hi, hey. I didn’t see you there, you- You didn’t hear any of that, did you?”

[technicalhiro]

When Hiro’s memories came back, they started as a little itch at the back of his mind. He remembered making something, something important. A computer? No, not that. An invention? A new piece of tech? Something that could bond together, something he could move and control. They were little things, little metal things, what were they called...

“Oh my god,” Hiro muttered. Microbots. He had made Microbots. As soon as he remembered the name, the rest of it came crashing back to him and he leapt up out of his chair. He was a superhero. A superhero. The most awesome thing in the world. That was his life! He remembered it, it had to be true. He had to tell somebody, right now. People, people, where were there people? The coffee shop. Of course. There were always people in there, and they were always ready to chat. Plus, if he could remember his past life, maybe someone else could too. He set off in the right direction, nearly sprinting in his haste to get there.

As Hiro approached the entrance, he tried to slow down and compose himself. He was excited, definitely, but slamming the doors open and announcing he was the world’s greatest inventor and oh, by the way, a superhero too probably wouldn’t go down too well. Still, for once in his life he remembered doing something incredible, and there was no way he wasn’t going to celebrate that. How he had managed to keep the whole superhero thing a secret before, he had no idea, honestly.

He slowed down even further as he came within earshot of the man pacing outside. He was talking to himself, muttering and... wait, did that guy just bark? Hiro stopped still on the sidewalk, his excitement pushed to one side as he stared at the guy. When he was finally noticed, Hiro debated lying to save the guy any embarrassment, but his mouth was moving before his brain kicked in.

“Yeah, I heard all of it,” he said, tilting his head to one side as he tried to work it all out. “You were a dog? Like an actual, little...” He mimed petting an imaginary something on the sidewalk next to him. “A dog? Woof?” Hiro repeated. This guy was clearly insane, he needed- 

“Oh!” Hiro jumped as his brain finally decided to contribute. These new memories, his past life. Maybe someone else does remember theirs too! “The thing, the- you remember too? You remember- no, a dog? Really?” 

[technicalhiro]

Origin Story || Once Upon A December

They were almost ready. Hiro had been working on them for a month straight, staying up all hours and drinking so much coffee it was a wonder his hands were still steady enough to work a screwdriver. He had presented his invention at a showcase last week, and the response he received had been overwhelmingly positive. Reporters went nuts, flooding the news with stories about what they had seen. The word was out. Hiro Hamada was developing an invention that could change the world.

He’d been throwing a few names around in his head, trying to find the perfect fit for his creations. The answer came to him as he stared at his first bin full of them. Microbots. Now, after the showcase, it seemed ‘Microbots’ was the word on everyone’s lips. People were excited for the tech in a way they hadn’t been for a long time, the air buzzing with anticipation for the invention’s release. Everyone seemed desperate to get their hands on them.

See, there was magic in the air in Fantasia Grove. There were the lucky few who could touch it, use it and bend it to do whatever they liked, but most people had no way of reaching it. All the benefits that magic could provide were completely lost to them, and sometimes they were the people who needed it the most. Well, with the Microbots, Hiro hoped that would all change.

Hiro had been thinking of the Microbots as physical representations of magic. A wizard could wave his wand at a pile of books and they’d all fly back onto the shelf. With the Microbots, you could think about moving the books and watch as the bots picked them up and tidied them away. They could build, lift, transport, create in a way that only magic could before. Granted, it had its flaws. The bots weren’t nearly as neat as actual magic, being visible and quite an ugly shade of gray. You needed to carry them around with you if you wanted to use them, along with the matching headband to control them too. Plus, there were a whole host of magical things that they simply couldn’t do. There was so much more to magic than just moving things around, but it was a start. A start that could change so many lives.

The superhero part came accidentally. The story sounds longer in Hiro’s head, more dramatic and exciting, but really it all happened very quickly a few days ago. He had noticed a bug in the Microbots’ spatial system, causing them to interlock in an uneven pattern if they weren’t immaculately clean, which lead to them falling apart when placed under stress. Normally, they could support the weight of an elephant – actually, way more than that –, but if they were leaving gaps when they stuck together, they couldn’t support anything. And what use would they be if you couldn’t get them dirty? It took a little while, but Hiro eventually found a way to solve the problem. The fix for it worked on a small scale in his workshop, but he needed to test it on a larger scale to be properly satisfied with it, so one afternoon he collected up as many bots as he could and took them out on a test drive.

He was out on the boardwalk when it happened. He was testing how well the Microbots fared in the ocean – if they could survive salt water, they could survive anything – when a startled cry and a loud splash caught his attention. He was barely thinking as he sent the Microbots over towards the sound. He was surprised when they were so… efficient. Of course, he had been hoping for efficiency when he made them, but his plans for them were more along the lines of helping out around the home, or with production or agriculture – something to improve lives. Saving lives never really entered his mind, up until the moment when his Microbots dove down under the water and came up cradling a young girl. The bots lifted her out of the ocean and back up onto the boardwalk, over the railing she must have slipped through and into the arms of her sobbing mother.

He did that. Him and his Microbots saved that girl’s life. Hiro saw the world opening up in front of him. Sure, the Microbots could build and transport, but they could do so much more. Hiro could do so much more. As he returned home, his mind raced with possibilities. He had been designing the Microbots for mass accessibility, but maybe he could indulge in more personal creations. Inventions for him to use. He could build more tech, stuff specifically designed to help people. To help save more lives. Maybe this was his purpose. Maybe that was why he’s here. He was given this big brain, this incredible intellect and knack for inventing so that he could start giving back. He could be a real hero.

If he stayed up all night designing a kickass superhero suit, well, no one had to know.

[thecuriousalice-deactivated2016]

Alice’s hands were beginning to freeze as she sat in the park drawing. Even in the face of the cold her habit of coming out here remained.Her gloves made it difficult for her to work, so they laid discarded on the bench beside her. The sketchbook laid across her legs as she quietly worked on drawing the person who was not far from her. Every now and then she’d glance up at them, making sure the features were right. The finer details were always important when drawing faces.  

Alice hadn’t even heard them approach, but as she looked up once more they were directly in front of her.  She gasped, clutching the sketchbook to her chest as she looked up at them with wide eyes. “Either I have really bad hearing or you’re really good at sneaking up on people.” She looked down at the sketchbook again, flipping it around to show the other person the unfinished sketch. “Sorry I didn’t mean to keep staring at you.”    

[technicalhiro]

Hiro didn’t visit the park very often, but when Audrey forced him on a break from the garage, he couldn’t think of anywhere else to go. He took a seat on a cold bench and started playing with his phone, trying to run out the clock so he could get back to work. After a few minutes, he got that prickly feeling that he was being watched. He surreptitiously glanced around and caught sight of a girl with something in her lap. She was the one who kept looking over at him... was she drawing him? 

When he ran out of Candy Crush lives a minute later, Hiro’s curiosity got the better of him and he got up to see what she was doing. Apparently she hadn’t seen him move, and her surprise made Hiro felt bad for not announcing his presence somehow.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” Hiro replied, rubbing the back of his neck. He peered at the sketchbook when she showed it to him. Yep, she had been drawing him. “Hey, that’s good. It kinda looks like me. You got my hair right.” Hiro tugged at a strand of his hair, feeling suddenly self-conscious. He cleared his throat. “Uh, should I go sit back down, let you finish?”

[ledbyfred-blog]

It feels like a terrible thing to admit, but Fred is more than glad that Christmas has been squared away for another year. He isn’t usually such a stick in the mud, and he does his best to at least seem like he’s in the holiday spirit for most of December, but then the day itself rolls around and no amount of expensive presents can make up for the fact that his parents hadn’t made it home. Again.

Still, it’s over now, and he’s eager to get back to Comictopia where he belongs - he just isn’t expecting somebody to already be waiting outside the store when he arrives to open up.

“Well hi! Guess you’re super pumped for the sales, huh?”

[technicalhiro]

Hiro always made the journey back to San Francisco to spend Christmas with Aunt Cass. She had asked him what he wanted for Christmas and been understandably overwhelmed by all the technical jargon he’d thrown at her in reply, so Hiro unwrapped a greetings card full of cash on Christmas day and Aunt Cass promised to drive him to all of San Francisco’s specialist tech shops so he could spend it. He came back to Mythos Pines with a suitcase full of wires, a box of Aunt Cass’s homemade pastries and, surprisingly, a little money left over. Combined with the Christmas bonus Audrey was so kind to give him, he had cash burning a hole in his pocket. A tiny hole, but a hole nonetheless. 

And of course, the only place he could possibly go to spend this money was Comictopia. Sure, he was a little early, but he wanted first pick of the comics in the sales. He needed first pick. It wasn’t long before Fred arrived, and Hiro was practically vibrating as he waited for him to open the doors.

“Can’t let anyone snake my comics,” he grinned. “I need to catch up on Young Avengers and I’m not taking any risks. Oh, got you these, too.” Hiro held up a paper bag packed with some of Aunt Cass’s donuts. They were a few days old, but still edible. “So now we’re talking sales discount, friends and family discount, and donut discount, right?”