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This guy -- he's wandered in, muttering to himself about singing and… 
1st-Jul-2010 08:56 pm
happy and cheerful and stuff
This guy -- he's wandered in, muttering to himself about singing and pirating.

Eventually, he looks to the sign.
"Oh! Advice? I could use some!
What's better -- a hook-hand or a fake hand that doesn't work? I miss my hand, even if it was cursed with a terrible pox."
1st-Jul-2010 05:28 pm (UTC)
A six foot tall Seeklet replies, his blue optics wide and innocent.

"Can't you just get a cyborg hand? They sell them here."
2nd-Jul-2010 02:20 am (UTC)
"Oh! A strange thing I've never seen before!

...What's a cyborg?"
Sometimes, being from the 17th century can be really hard on you and others.
2nd-Jul-2010 11:06 pm (UTC)
"It's a squishy person like you with robot parts on them. Oh, and I'm a robot. A baby Seeker."
3rd-Jul-2010 03:02 am (UTC)
"I... think I've heard of robots before? They're those things that move on their own, right?"
Guybrush pauses, then looks to the robot in front of him.
"Wait -- you're a robot?"
3rd-Jul-2010 11:37 pm (UTC)
"Yup!" The Seeklet gives a happy little laugh.
4th-Jul-2010 12:12 am (UTC)
"That's cool!" Guybrush exclaimed, coming closer.

"...So, how do I get a robot hand?" he then asked. "And, um, would I be able to switch hands when I wanted? This hook hand makes me look like a mighty pirate, so..."
4th-Jul-2010 12:15 am (UTC)
"There are bots here in the Nexus that you can buy stuff like that from! And if you got a transforming hand it could take more than one mode." The youngster holds out one of his own clawed hands. "My name's Cloudtrader. What's yours?"
4th-Jul-2010 12:22 am (UTC)
"More robots? That's cool!
...Wait, buy? But I left my money behind when I died that one time!"
Guybrush took the hand with his normal hand and shook. "I'm Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate!"
4th-Jul-2010 12:23 am (UTC)
"Really?" Cloudtrader looks concerned. "You don't have any left at all?"
4th-Jul-2010 12:28 am (UTC)
"No, it was on my other body." Guybrush said, honestly. But knowing who his body was left with, it was likely that it had no money left, either.
4th-Jul-2010 12:31 am (UTC)
"Ohhh." Cloudtrader frowns a little, but then perks up. "I know where you could get a job to earn more! Or I can show you how to mine in couches."
4th-Jul-2010 12:32 am (UTC)
"A job..."
Guybrush pauses, tapping his hook-hand on his chin. Wait, that hurts.
"As long as it's not circus work or polishing, I'd do it!"
4th-Jul-2010 12:34 am (UTC)
Cloudtrader gives another happy laugh. "It's running errands."
4th-Jul-2010 12:37 am (UTC)
"Errands? What kind of errands?"
Is that a little glimmer in his eye?
4th-Jul-2010 12:39 am (UTC)
"Getting parts from the store and bringing them to my friend's house. And delivering fuel from the Black Dog to their squishy customers in the Nexus. And my friend who needs parts delivered is the one who can make the hand."
4th-Jul-2010 12:50 am (UTC)
He knew it! He's got a quest!
"Give me a map, and description of who I have to find, and I'll do your errands!" he said, looking quite proud. Of course, knowing him, it'll take a while for him to finish. Puzzles and complications always get in his way somehow.
4th-Jul-2010 12:55 am (UTC)
"Okay! Which one do you want to do first?" Cloudtrader looks thrilled to pieces to have made his new friend look so happy.

((LMBO. Aww.))
4th-Jul-2010 12:59 am (UTC)
"...I think I'll deliver the parts first. They sound lighter, and easier to deliver."
His eyes are still shining, he loves himself a quest. Especially one which might be difficult!
4th-Jul-2010 01:03 am (UTC)
"I actually think parts are heavier than pizza. But I'll go get Nightwind! Wait here, okay?" He turns and poises as though to leap, but waits for Guybrush to agree.
4th-Jul-2010 01:09 am (UTC)
"Okay!" Guybrush said, looking on in anticipation.
4th-Jul-2010 01:16 am (UTC)
There's a soft roar of jet engines, and the little Seeklet takes to the air and streaks away, folding into a miniature Harrier jet as he goes.
4th-Jul-2010 01:29 am (UTC)
That is one of the things Guybrush didn't expect to see. Maybe he'll have to use that skill somehow in his quest.
4th-Jul-2010 01:48 am (UTC)
Several moments pass, and then there's the soft but powerful purr of a different engine as a gorgeous car the colour of royalty pulls up and stops near where he's waiting.

"Are you Guybrush?" asks a female voice timidly. It comes from the car.
4th-Jul-2010 01:55 am (UTC)
"That's me! Guybrush Threepwood, Mighty Pirate!"
He looks closer. He's never seen a car before, don't mind him.
4th-Jul-2010 07:37 pm (UTC)
"Ah, well, I don't need you to pirate anything today." She opens up the gullwing door on her driver's side to show a piece of paper and a bit of plastic on the seat. "Cloudtrader said you want a map, so here it is. And here's my receipt for my order, that little white chip there. If you show it to whichever 'Con is guarding the canyons they'll let you in, and then you talk to Blackout about the order. Um... and don't be scared. Most of them are around forty foot tall, but the anti-violence field extends out there, and none of them believe in squashing organics."
5th-Jul-2010 07:50 am (UTC)
Guybrush looked inside the car. He's never seen one before, and they looked nice. The talking doesn't really get him, because maybe all cars talked. Grinning, he graps the paper and plastic, and pocketed the little white chip.
"Okay. So I've gotta talk to some people, who are a lot bigger than me." he says, hopping out of the car, and back onto the grounds of the Nexus. Being only around 5 foot tall himself, he was a little nervous. But, hey, if they couldn't hurt him, it'd be good. Being from a Lucasarts adventure game, he knew he could only die if somebody really wanted him dead.
Looking to the map, he started to mumble to himself. It was time... for adventure!
6th-Jul-2010 01:56 am (UTC)
"Everything's all paid for," she says as she closes the door. "So you should be good to go."
6th-Jul-2010 03:23 am (UTC)
And Guybrush starts to follow the map. Hopefully, he won't get lost like he tends to do sometimes.
7th-Jul-2010 05:07 pm (UTC)
Nightwind watches him go, then heads for home to draw hand plans.
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