HANGAR LOG [open]

[raynos]

WHO: robots and YOU
WHAT: catchall sort of thing for robot pilots, robot enjoyers, and perhaps even robot haters.
WHERE: the hangar
WHEN: mumble mumble september
WARNINGS: discussions of Canon-Typical Violence, probably


LILITH's hangar is a wonderland of mechanical delights, if you're some kind of robot nerd. Beyond the base's personnel transport, fleet of camper vans and a bevy of personal vehicles, there are GIANT ROBOTS. Or...they were giant robots. Now they're considerably smaller. But still cool!!

With robots come pilots, tending to their mechs or checking out everyone else's, or maybe just chillaxing in here if they need a moment's peace. Of course, being that the hangar is open, pilots aren't the only Outsiders in here; anyone can just waltz on in and ogle whatever is here. (Tampering with the robots is ill-advised, however.)

[OOC: standard mingle log rules apply: toplevel with your characters, tag out, enjoy. mecha-canon characters and non-mecha peeps alike are more than welcome!]

Comments

[30storieshigh]

[ The little wheel inside his head is being spun up as he absently reaches down to pat at the Raynos's snout once more. The human is scared of him, this is...

Oh he's doing that thing again isn't he? That thing where he's heavily aggressive, scaring someone smaller than him, and likely setting himself on the path to burning down another room and further punishment. He should really, really take a moment and think this through. Thankfully Jamie's explanation makes sense even to the dinosaur. ]

Ah! Sentient, yet not sapient then? Mechanical however found that way by your kind rather than created. Unusual.

[ The big guy gives a nod and a thumbs up to Jamie. ]

Peace then. I have no intent to quarrel with you nor your companion.

[raynos]

[Panicky and easily-damaged as he is, Jamie is internally debating his options - flee, stand his ground, or try to climb the Raynos and use it to kick Godzilla before the lizard in disguise can murder him - when the big guy finally speaks. Even then, though his words are a welcome relief, Jamie remains tense - stiff-shouldered, leaning noticeably away from Godzilla, and gawking at him wide-eyed.

The Raynos, meanwhile, leans into the pat, thrumming contentedly and unaware of its pilot's apprehension.]

Um...good? I, uh, don't want to...quarrel with you either.

[He pauses and carefully returns the thumbs-up, clinging to the egg sling with his free hand. Best to communicate in whatever way Godzilla seems familiar with, lest any doubt remain about Jamie's absolute lack of interest in picking a fight.]