[That is... that is quite the inbox greeting. Jean has to hold the communicator away from his ear while McGucket screeches, but it's also painfully, authentically McGucket, so it makes him smile. How and why he likes this weird hillbilly so much will remain a mystery, but he does. Gods help him, he does.]
[Maybe he's just partial to people who appreciate a good trash monster.]
[Regardless, Jean sounds cheerful and upbeat in his message. This is one weird, sappy impulse that he isn't agonizing over following through.]
Hi, Fiddleford! I wanted to thank you again for the hootenanny yesterday; I had a great time and so did Eren.
[Because of course he brought Eren so he could see Buddy.]
I'm really glad I met you and am getting to know you better. You're weird, but you're a good kind of weird. You're fun to hang out with, and maybe we can have other hootenannies in the future?
[Because hell yes.]
I've also got a question for you. I have a little engine from back home that I got for Christmas, but it doesn't work here. It runs on compressed gas that they don't make in this world. But I'm wondering if maybe it can be rigged up to run with a Pokemon? Like a Gastly? I've already talked to mine about it and he's pretty excited to try it, but I don't know shit about how to work mechanics.
Will you look at it with me and try to figure out a way to make it run on Pokemon gas?
[Jean won't see it, but when Fiddleford gets this message, he looks at the gear like he can't believe his ears.
When he replies, it's with energetic enthusiasm, and though his voice is still raspy and grating, the tone has less screech in it.]
Why, I'd be delighted to take a look at your Christmas engine! I'm sure I can make some moddlefications and get it Gastly-gas compatibibble in no time!
As for hootenannies, you just say the word and I'll come throw another one! Ain't no such thing as too many shindigs! Gyeheh!
[Thank goodness someone is taking their embarrassing Valentine's confession well. Jean knew he could depend on you, Trash Grandpa.]
That's great! I'll bring it over the next time I see you!
[He laughs in bright relief.]
Can we have one for my birthday in April? We had a barbecue on the beach last year, and some of your banjo playing and beans would make it a lot of fun!
[This is your invite to his birthday party, McGucket.]
Heheheh! You're a good fella, Jean Kirschtein. 'Course I'll come! I'll bring more beans than you can eat and I'll learn myself some new banjo songs! This here's the first party I've been invited to in thirty years, so I gotta do something special!
[Eeeeeeh. He's not so sure about that. He's messed up real bad, and as soon as he started tryin' to do better, he got pulled right on into this Team Rocket business. He feels a twist of guilt; he's not sure how Jean got such a good impression of him.
But he's not sure he wants to open that can of worms right now, so he's just gonna...let that conversation end there.
So they're still at the dump but Dipper made a side trip out to buy a few things. And so he goes looking for McGucket. He's got a wrapped package in his hands and there's a hoothoot walking behind him.
McGucket's head pops out of one of the windows of the train car.
"Hold on! I'm a-comin!"
It disappears. There's some thuds, and a crash, the whirrrrrr of a buzzsaw, and then the door to the train car opens.
"You caught me in the middle of redecoratin'!" He's been spending today clearing out the blanket-nest traincar, cutting out the seats and making more room. If he's gonna have houseguests, he'd better be able to accommodate them! "What's that you got there?"
"Well, I'll be! It's like it's my birthday all over again!"
This time, McGucket doesn't tear the paper open with his teeth. He hooks a dirty finger under an edge and pulls; it isn't neat, but it also isn't, you know, like a human raccoon trying to get into a trash bag.
He holds up the cube and turns it over; the colors are different, and the symbols are of six Pokemon types, but the device itself is unmistakable. "A cubik's cube!" Fiddleford cries. "I ain't had one of these around since I got here! I didn't have nothing with me from home till Pokeymon Santa brought me my banjo!" He turns it over appreciatively. "This is a real fine cubeamawhatsit," he says to Dipper with a grin, then hands it back to him.
"Go on! Scramble it up! I won't peek!" He covers his eyes with both hands.
And taking the cube he'll study it for a minute and then scramble it up. It's pretty mixed up by the take he's finished as he's a nerd good with on the spot calculations.
Pop! Away from his eyes McGucket's hands go, and he plucks the cube from Dipper's hands.
He works on it for about thirty seconds, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He twists it at a normal pace at first, turning it over in his hands, occasionally making animal noises of frustration and undoing his last move.
"Hmph. I'm not as good at this as I used to be."
But he hasn't put it down yet. Twist, twist, twist.
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gobblewonked) wrote2018-02-17 03:48 pm
audio, backdated to Valentine's, breaking in this inbox like a champ
[Maybe he's just partial to people who appreciate a good trash monster.]
[Regardless, Jean sounds cheerful and upbeat in his message. This is one weird, sappy impulse that he isn't agonizing over following through.]
Hi, Fiddleford! I wanted to thank you again for the hootenanny yesterday; I had a great time and so did Eren.
[Because of course he brought Eren so he could see Buddy.]
I'm really glad I met you and am getting to know you better. You're weird, but you're a good kind of weird. You're fun to hang out with, and maybe we can have other hootenannies in the future?
[Because hell yes.]
I've also got a question for you. I have a little engine from back home that I got for Christmas, but it doesn't work here. It runs on compressed gas that they don't make in this world. But I'm wondering if maybe it can be rigged up to run with a Pokemon? Like a Gastly? I've already talked to mine about it and he's pretty excited to try it, but I don't know shit about how to work mechanics.
Will you look at it with me and try to figure out a way to make it run on Pokemon gas?
Heeeeeell yeah
When he replies, it's with energetic enthusiasm, and though his voice is still raspy and grating, the tone has less screech in it.]
Why, I'd be delighted to take a look at your Christmas engine! I'm sure I can make some moddlefications and get it Gastly-gas compatibibble in no time!
As for hootenannies, you just say the word and I'll come throw another one! Ain't no such thing as too many shindigs! Gyeheh!
[There's a smack of a hand hitting a knee.]
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That's great! I'll bring it over the next time I see you!
[He laughs in bright relief.]
Can we have one for my birthday in April? We had a barbecue on the beach last year, and some of your banjo playing and beans would make it a lot of fun!
[This is your invite to his birthday party, McGucket.]
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But he's not sure he wants to open that can of worms right now, so he's just gonna...let that conversation end there.
What a mess he's found himself in now.]
Action a day or so after the escape party
"Hey McGucket? Are you there?"
sorry this is so late!
"Hold on! I'm a-comin!"
It disappears. There's some thuds, and a crash, the whirrrrrr of a buzzsaw, and then the door to the train car opens.
"You caught me in the middle of redecoratin'!" He's been spending today clearing out the blanket-nest traincar, cutting out the seats and making more room. If he's gonna have houseguests, he'd better be able to accommodate them! "What's that you got there?"
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He'll offer over a small square shaped wrapped gift.
When McGucket unwraps it, he will find the pokeworld version of a rubik's/cubic's cube.
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This time, McGucket doesn't tear the paper open with his teeth. He hooks a dirty finger under an edge and pulls; it isn't neat, but it also isn't, you know, like a human raccoon trying to get into a trash bag.
He holds up the cube and turns it over; the colors are different, and the symbols are of six Pokemon types, but the device itself is unmistakable. "A cubik's cube!" Fiddleford cries. "I ain't had one of these around since I got here! I didn't have nothing with me from home till Pokeymon Santa brought me my banjo!" He turns it over appreciatively. "This is a real fine cubeamawhatsit," he says to Dipper with a grin, then hands it back to him.
"Go on! Scramble it up! I won't peek!" He covers his eyes with both hands.
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"Thanks, I'm glad you like it....okay sure!"
And taking the cube he'll study it for a minute and then scramble it up. It's pretty mixed up by the take he's finished as
he's a nerdgood with on the spot calculations."Okay, got it ready!"
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He works on it for about thirty seconds, his tongue poking out of the side of his mouth in concentration. He twists it at a normal pace at first, turning it over in his hands, occasionally making animal noises of frustration and undoing his last move.
"Hmph. I'm not as good at this as I used to be."
But he hasn't put it down yet. Twist, twist, twist.
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"Maybe you just need some more practise. Now you've got one you practise with whenever."