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Post by molotov on Aug 4, 2016 18:16:19 GMT
now where did hyperion end up…
bullseye is always packed with bodies on 90s night. it means it’s also packed with starchy denim, glowsticks and the cheapest uv paint its patrons could bring. at bullseye, tonight, the only sensations beneath the low lights are primary colours, eiffel 65 and sticky floors. a perfect place to lose someone and it helps that molly meant to.
but now molly’s got glowing, yellow paint smeared across her cheek and two shot glasses in her hand, one of which is meant for hyperion. both are topped off with a generous dose of whipped cream which makes it hard to manoeuvre through crowds. thing is, it’s easier when people tend to make a way for her if they’re not already wasted. after all, molly owns this club and she thinks she’s owed that taste of deference.
the deference gives her a clean path to the fella she’s been looking for. molly’s left him for about 30 minutes. that’s more than enough time for him to get acquainted.
“hype!” molly has to yell over the synthesised gargle of mid 90s club mix. walking she hip checks someone who’s going the opposite way too close to her and the girl stumbles, tripping into a crowd of dancers. molly doesn’t look back.
“where you been, babe? been lookin’ all over for you.”
HYPERION / molly’s social experiment: abandon a robot in a nightclub for 30 mins and see what happens
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Post by HYPERION on Aug 4, 2016 21:44:16 GMT
▲ Hyperion felt as if he'd stepped into a different world. Molly had insisted he come with her to this nightclub, and he'd agreed, eager to go somewhere with a fellow hero. A hero that seemed so sweet and friendly, that he couldn't resist going somewhere new with her. But then she'd disappeared, and he was left to deal with this overwhelming culture that he didn't know. With flashing lights, chaotic crowds, and music so loud that he could feel the floor vibrate from the force of it... it was all a little overwhelming. He'd tried to look for Molly, hoping she'd be able to guide him through this den of drunken people and loud noise, but another man had approached him, offering to buy him a drink. He'd refused at first, as his pay at the Initiative was more than enough to buy his own drinks, but the man was so persistent that Hyperion decided to just let the man satisfy this strange generosity. He'd drank that drink, along with the other one he'd been offered, and went back into the crowd, hoping to find Molly. Instead, he'd lost himself in dancing, feeling infinitely more graceful than the stumbling humans, who giggled to themselves and spilt their drinks all over the place, sometimes pressing and rubbing themselves against him in a way that had to be intentional. Why were they doing that anyway? Was it something in their drinks? He'd felt a little odd absorbing that liquid himself, which was strange considering he didn't have a proper organic digestive system. Perhaps it had some sort of unusual component in the drink? He hadn't asked what kind of drink it was, after all... Just then, he'd spotted Molly coming back towards him, carrying two tiny drinks in hand with blobs of whipped cream on top. Beaming, Hyperion bounced through the crowds, eager to see a familiar face again. "Molly! Hi!" He yelled. Her question had made him pause, and he frowned at her, tilting his head. "Eh? I was looking for you! Oh! We must've both lost each other in the crowd. This place is really busy!" Satisfied with his conclusion, he was about to say more when he suddenly felt something odd shift in his circuits. He blinked slowly, shaking his head. "Ah, um... what are those you're holding?" He asked, hoping to distract himself. molotov ● 395 ● a robot in the lost and found MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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i’ve got that glitter on my eyes
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Post by molotov on Aug 5, 2016 22:41:33 GMT
hyperion’s got the energy of a 8 week ol’ puppy. whoever made him shoulda tacked on a cybernetic tail that wags in sync with that bright-eyed response to his name. he even tilts his head. it prompts a look of apology across her face and molly purses her lips before she speaks.
“we musta missed each other. it’s soooo easy to among all—” a shrug and there’s a vague gesture with the shot glass to the lights, the bodies and the speakers, “–this stuff.”
“how're you finding it? did you make any friends?”
he’s still looking disorientated and his question only gets giggles. molly lifts the shot glass and she hesitatesonly before she gives him the shot’s name.
uuum, perhaps molly shouldn’t give a two-year old its real name but she’ll still ply the two year old with alcohol.
“it’s called a money shot,” molly outs it out in front of hyperion. the flashing lights reflect against the glass’s contents. kahlua, baileys and amaretto. she’ll find out whether hyperion has a sweet tooth.
“they’re awesome. c’mere, take it. my hands are getting tired,” she stomps in her heels in a feign of childishness. the stilettos click and stick against gummed floor, “don’t knock the cream.”
“oh, first... before you, like, drink it. i need to take a picture.”
HYPERION
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Post by HYPERION on Aug 5, 2016 23:36:43 GMT
▲ "I know! It's so full in here! I'm surprised there hasn't been a human that's fainted yet... that I know of, I mean. I haven't been able to explore that much, because I can't get past that big crowd there." He gestured over to the dancefloor. "But they're all having fun, so I wouldn't want to disrupt it. Too rude and mean." Hyperion frowned, tapping his chin as he reviewed what he'd come across so far. "Well, first I started looking around for you, but then some guy wanted to buy me drinks." He narrowed his eyes. "He was really insistent too, even though I said I can pay for my own, so I just let him pay for me. I wonder why he insisted?" He shrugged. "What a strange man. So I ended up dancing for a bit, hoping that I could see you in the crowd, but then I had lots of fun doing it! Though everyone always dances so close... and they were rubbing against me at some points... humans are so weird in here! But I think I like this!" He clapped his hands together. He took the offered drink, poking the top of the cream experimentally, then licking the tiny bit of cream that came off. Hmm. A little tasteless, but perhaps it would help the funny feeling? "A money shot?" He tilted his head again. "Oh, does that mean it's expensive? Oh, you should've let me pay for mine then! Though I am grateful you gave me this... I could pay for the next round, maybe?" He suggested. "A picture? What, do you want me to pose with it?" He held the tiny glass with great care as he lifted it up next to his face with a smile. "Would this do as a pose, Molly?" molotov ● 302 ● tbh he wouldn't know what the drink's real name means MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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