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Taro     It's a sunny if somewhat chilly day in Neo Arcadia - while the barrier forcescreen doming the city keeps the wasteland's contimination at bay, it doesn't stop the change of seasons. It's definitely jacket weather, though the sun does take the edge off. It's a bit quieter than usual, being a holiday, but the elevated trains are still running (on time, of course) and the roads are still busy, and traffic in and out of the local warpgate continues at a steady pace. Those with the day off are taking advantage of it, and while most of the retail shops are closed, most of the cafes and restaurants are open for business. The ones near the warpgate plaza and downtown are especially busy, which is probably no surprise...
    One such cafe - not quite a coffeehouse, not quite an ice cream shop, though both chilled sweets and hot drinks are on the menu - is among those open, and has seen a steady stream of customers all day. It looks like a promising place to stop in for a quick bite or to meet up for a cup of coffee. A counter for ordering and picking them up, a scattering of tables and chairs, and piped holiday music playing (mostly inobtrusively) in the background. Nearly all of the tables are occupied, though one dark-haired, dark-eyed gentleman in a cassock and kufi-style hat seems to have managed to get a table all to himself.
GoGo Tomago She flies through the air with the greatest of ease. Well, she's flying through the air at least. More like a controlled fall. Okay, maybe not terribly controlled. In fact, after that last malfunction, she's about ready to crash. Her mind flashes back to about five minutes previously. Sure! Maybe it IS an experimental rocket-boost. She COULD have waited to get all the bugs out. So maybe she was a little careless and wanted to test it on that ramp. Sighing, she clicks a button on her belt, which will help cushion her fall so she doesn't ragdoll. A second or two later, she slams right into Taro, tumbling head ovver heels and winding up laying on top of him. "Oh. Hey there kid. Sorry, didn't mean to run into you like that."
Taro     Perhaps sitting outside, in retrospect, was not the wisest idea. Still, random crash landings by random passersby from above was not figured into that particular decision.
    Still sipping from his recyclable-fiber cup, Taro glances up at a bit of noise that catches his attention, something out of the ordinary against the background-noise of humanity and reploidom merrymaking...
    All he has a chance to do in that three seconds before impact is for him to raise his eyebrows in a 'huh, that's not expected' sort of expression.
    Then, he finds himself flat on the ground in a tangle of arms and elbows and splattered green-mint tea. His eyes were first closed in a wince that's still more surprise than pain, then open to stare at face of the young lady who's landed on top of him. "Impressive landing," he grunts.
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago is surprisingly light, and remains sprawled on top of Taro. "Thanks. Normally I'm a little more coordinated than that. Name's GoGo, on account of I'm the fastest thing alive. Pleased to meet you."
Taro     Light enough for him to not immediately complain, certainly. "Are you now..." Not questioning, not sneering, merely making a verbal note of something that may later need confirmation. "I suppose better me than the wall, or over the edge." He moves to draw his hand out of their sprawled tangle to brush his hair out of his eyes. "Taro Daisho. " A pause. "Not a proper introduction, but it will do. You can get up now."
GoGo Tomago "Awww, but do I have to? You're so comfy." she says, rolling off of him. "GoGo Tomago is generally what I go by. If you need something delivered five minutes ago, I'm your gal. Just uh... sometimes the new shoes go off without meaning to. Can I buy you a coffee or something?"
Taro     "You're attracting attention," Taro observes. Which she has - there have been gasps and stares from the other patrons seated at the surrounding tables in the immediate aftermath of the collision. Did that just happen?
    Yes, it did just happen. Gogo's moving seems to break the stunned surprise, and two of the people at the closest table move to offer hands up. "Are you hurt?" "Are you all right, your Em--"
    Taro waves his free hand in a negating gesture before the question's finished. "I'm fine. Surprised, but fine." He then begins to push himself up, the spilled tea beading and trickling down the front of his cassock. "You could replace the tea you just ruined." He doesn't sound particularly upset as much as bemused. Perhaps he's still too surprised to feel anything else.
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago shrugs and grabs some cash. "No prob. They don't pay me much, but I get by." she says in the casual way of the person who actualy has more money than they know what to do with. "Well Mr. Daisho, I am sorry for crashing into you. Uhhh... Would you mind not telling the cops? I'm sort of on thin ice as it is."
Taro     "If the pay is poor and the equipment shoddy, perhaps you should consider another employer," Taro opins dryly. Now that he's sitting up, he picks up one of the napkins that followed them to the ground and proceeds to wipe the tea off of his face. "Have you made a habit of colliding into pedestrians like this?" A question in response to hers.
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago shrugs. "Not often, and the shoes were an experiment a friend of mine was working on. So yeah, happens sometimes." she says with a grin. Snapping her gum, she spits it with pinpoint accuracy into a nearby wastebin.
Taro     "Mm. Then I see nothing worth filing a report over. This was a simple mishap, and nothing more." Taro balls up the napkin, then reaches up to drop it on the table. After that, he finally pushes himself the rest of the way to his feet. The grin goes unreturned, though while there's a small frown on his lips, he doesn't seem all that unhappy over what just happened.
    She did say she was sorry, after all.
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago looks up at the sky, thinking for a bit before the tea is delivered. "So you want to hang out? It's still the holidays, and I don't have a lot to do. I was going to hang out with Honey Lemon, but she had a date. At least, I think so. Hard to understand how her mind works sometimes. But yeah, you want to go ice-skating or something?"
Taro     As she skygazes, Taro sets his chair back upright and proceeds to sit back down in it. Quite gracefully, even. If he's feeling any aches or bruises from her landing, he's not showing it. Her offer is met with a mildly arched eyebrow, not quite believing that she's asking him of all people to hang out so casually.
    His answer technically isn't one, or it's a non sequitur. He motions for her to sit down. "Hand me your shoes."
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago leans down and unlaces her slightly smoking shoes. "Please tell me you're not... Naw, you wouldn't be. Never mind." she says, sliding them over to him. "Going to turn them into ice skates, prince charming?"
Taro     While she does as he's asked, Taro draws out a small black case from one of the loops on his belt, which when opened turns out to be a small kit of small tools, and slips his multitool out of its pouch as well. "Hardly," he says with a hint of a smirk. "Hopefully, CyberGoddess willing, I'll keep these from 'going off' on you again before you reach home."
    He doesn't ask permission as he reaches for the first shoe, simply turning it over in his gloved hands to find an acess panel...and absently patting down any smouldering bits in the process.
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago's eyes sparkle a bit. "Oooh. You didn't tell me you were a tech-head too. That's pretty swank. What do you specialize in? I'm into microgravity super-magnet suspension right now. Making the fastest bike I possibly can with mag suspension."
Taro     Taro spares her half a glance. "You...no, I suppose you wouldn't be familiar if you're a visitor." He turns back to the task at hand, and unless she decides to stop him, he pops off the sole and begins poking around inside. "Microgravity super-magnet suspension sounds like an interesting pursuit. My own specialties are robotics and cybernetics, though I dabble in a number of related fields....by 'bike', do you mean bicycle, motorcycle, hoverbike...?"
GoGo Tomago "All of the above. I'm working on a mode-shifter, since each kind of bike has its ups and downs. You should meet Hiro sometime. he's the real whiz-kid. Best robotics expert I've ever met. Bet you could teach him a thing or two. And yeah, obviously I'm a visitor. Why, where am I?"
Taro     "Mm." A musing noise as he picks out one of the offending components inside the shoe and gently tugs it free with his pliers. "Perhaps I could." Presuming that both the teacher and student are willing and not on opposite sides of the board...
    He continues to talk as he works, brushing away the soot with the edge of a disposable napkin and then ever so careflly twisting the bits back into shape. "You are in Neo Arcadia, Miss Tomago. One of them, anyway. I'm aware there are others, thanks to Unification. The clothes and collar I wear because I'm ordained in the Church of SHODAN, and we are well known for our skills in engineering."
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago taps her chin and thinks a bit. "Well, you're not so bad then, for a 'fed. And the truce is still on. I wouldn't be inclined to fight you anyways. Us eggheads have to stick together, ya?"
Taro     "Thank you." Taro turns the shoe upright and gently shakes free some blackened flecks and fibers. "There is a time and place for combat, and this is neither, I agree." Then he turns it back over again, and reaches for the bit he'd taken out. "May I assume then that you're with the Union, Miss Tomago? Or have you not pledged loyalty to any side?"
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago shakes her head and shrugs. "Nah. I'm Union. Got the whole 'hero' thing down pat. I may look like a punk, but I do the right thing."
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago chuckles though. "I mean, I try. It's rough going sometimes, but hey, nothing worthwhile is easy.
Taro     "Nothing worthwhile is easy. A belief in which we can both agree." A hint of a smirk, more in Taro's tone of voice than on his lips, creeps in. "I will ask that you spare me the standard Union speeches, however. Or if you must, please try to come up with a new variant of them."
    The component is slipped and snapped back into place. Were they in his lab, or if he had a proper replacement part...but they are not, and he does not, and so this will have to do. He pushes the sole back into place. "I cannot guarantee the work, but I think so long as you are careful, the repair will last at least to the other side of the warpgate."
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago rolls her eyes. "Look, you made your choice, and I made mine. No worries. If you want to talk about why I personally chose the Union, we can do that. I'm not one for spouting platitudes without having done it myself. Trust me, I know the sorts of passions that can drive someone to 'Feds. I just want to have some fun with my new tech-head bud." she says, looking at the boots with a critical eye.
Taro     Taro makes an amused sound at Gogo's remarks. Not mocking, not derision, just something that she said struck him as funny. His tone is more serious as he pushes the shoe back over to her, noting her look. "You're welcome to check my work, if you like. It's an interesting design, I admit, and though I haven't seen it before, it seems fairly straightforward human design."
GoGo Tomago GoGo Tomago smiles and nods, holding out a hand. "Now, are we going to go have some fun, or are you going to be a party pooper." she says with a wink. "Don't normally get to fraternize."
Taro     That is not the end of it. Unexpected.
    Taro cants his head to one side at the offered hand and the question that accompanies it. "What exactly do you mean by 'fun'?"