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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 7, 2007 22:25:17 GMT -5
~~Amanda is just outside her home, Doppler's observatory, fixing her solar surfer. Lately it's been a bit difficult to start. On her back up under the thrusters, she works away with a greasy wrench, her clothes scruffy and splotched with oil and grease.~~
"That should do it."
~~She grunts as she crawls out from under the surfer and rights herself, wiping sweat from her brow and leaving a huge black streak from her hand across her forehead. Tossing the wrench aside, she mounts the solar surfer and ignites the thrusters. To her relief, it roars to life and, without further hesitation, she takes of, heading for Crestentia Spaceport in hopes of meeting up with some spacers willing to share their exciting stories with her. She doesn't want to bug Jim all the time, after all.~~
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 8, 2007 23:51:38 GMT -5
B.E.N. is already at the spaceport, browsing the shops as he had been sent out to run a few errands for Sarah. He ducks and dodges amid a crowd of bustling spacers coming and going--many of them in not-so-nice moods. Of course, this doesn't dampen B.E.N.'s spirits as he quite literally greets everyone he sees with a beaming smile, a wave, a kind word, or all three.
"G'morning, sir," he salutes a captain, then gets bumped aside by a hurrying lady, "'Scuse me, miss. Okay, have a good day now."
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 9, 2007 0:01:18 GMT -5
~~Amanda glides into the spaceport and shifts to a slower gear to avoid plowing over a pedestrian as she weaves through the crowd. She pauses to stare at the huge majestic ships docked all around. From the corner of her eye, she spots a familiar figure and hears a rather loud but familiar voice.~~
"B.E.N."
~~She chuckles and rolls her eyes a bit as she tips the surfer in the direction she had seen the robot go. In no time, she has caught up with him and glides easily right beside him.~~
"Hey B.E.N.! What are you doing out here?"
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 9, 2007 0:10:23 GMT -5
B.E.N. looks up at the familiar feminine voice and smiles at Amanda, breaking into a clumsy jog in order to keep level with the solar surfer.
"Hi, Amanda," he greets her, "I'm just out running errands--picking up tools and stuff Sarah needs back at the Benbow. Fuel for the lanterns and stuff like that. What are you doing out here--and by yourself at that?"
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 9, 2007 0:22:09 GMT -5
"Hi yourself. Quick, hop on."
~~She motions for B.E.N. to jump on the back of the surfer and hitch a ride as she weaves around a large alien blocking her path. There's no sense in the little robot wasting his energy trying to navigate the crowds on foot. She frowns as B.E.N. asks her why she is here alone.~~
"What are you, my mum? I'm 16 years old, B.E.N. I can take care of myself."
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 10, 2007 1:10:13 GMT -5
B.E.N. obliges and clumsily leaps onto the back of the solar surfer, causing it to sway off balance momentarily as his added weight causes the craft to shift. He reflexively latches onto Amanda's shoulders to keep from falling off as she weaves around the alien blocking the way.
"Thanks," he chuckles, then cringes at her tone of voice as she reacts to his gentle concern, "Oh...uh...okay. Well, I just...y'know...I thought that--well, see...I worry about you and...and your siblings because...well, I've known you since you were only this big. I didn't mean anything by it."
He gestures with his hands how big Amanda was when he first met her, but in doing so, he nearly loses his balance and has to scramble to steady himself once more.
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 10, 2007 22:12:07 GMT -5
"I'm sorry B.E.N. I didn't mean to sound harsh. I just get tired of people worrying about me all the time."
~~She gentle pats his hand resting on her shoulder to reassure him, then swings the solar surfer to the right down another street.~~
"So ah...what do you need to pick up first for Mrs. Hawkins?"
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 11, 2007 0:08:35 GMT -5
B.E.N. brightens as Amanda assures him that she didn't intend to hurt his feelings, but the look of concern returns at her apologetic explanation.
"But people only worry about you because they care," he points out, "At least, that's why I asked you why you were here by yourself. I don't want anything bad to happen to any of my friends."
He pauses to consult the screen on the backside of his compass. He had programmed Sarah's list into it so he wouldn't forget anything.
"Well, I guess we should get the fuel for the lanterns first," he shrugs, "Quite a few have burned out toward the back of the dining area at the Benbow."
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 11, 2007 23:57:05 GMT -5
"Alright. On to the fuel shop then."
~~She expertly steers her craft through the crowds and gets them safely to the shop, where she pulls over and shuts her engines down. Leading the way, she walks into the shop and gazes around. It's not just a "fuel shop" as she had called it. The owner sells many different items here.~~
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 13, 2007 1:22:52 GMT -5
B.E.N. hops off the solar surfer with a metalic "clank" of his copper-plated feet and follows Amanda inside the shop. Finding the fuel rather quickly, he picks up a few cans, then idly browses around the store. Naturally, even the most mundane errands give B.E.N. enough cause for excitement.
"Oh, wow! Look at all this stuff!" he speaks in his typical, rather loud fashion, startling several customers, "Boy, I'll bet Jimmy would love some of this fancy stuff on his solar surfer. Of course, I don't even know if he uses it anymore now that he's graduated, but this stuff is fantastic!"
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 13, 2007 23:00:39 GMT -5
"B.E.N., don't touch anything alright? We don't need to get into trouble around here...again."
~~She recalls the last time she had come to Cresentia with B.E.N. and he just had to touch everything in the stores and he broke 90 percent of the things he touched, getting them into big trouble and Amanda's father had to pay for it all since he was the adult with them at the time. Delbert isn't here now and Amanda has very little money on her. She can't afford to pay for anything the robot might break and she certainly can't afford to be arrested. Her parents would kill her.~~
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 14, 2007 1:32:32 GMT -5
"No touching. Got it," B.E.N. affirms, taking a cautious step back from the merchandise, "Hey, your dad isn't still mad about...you know...the thing that happened the last time we came here...is he?"
Obviously, he is thinking about the same incident Amanda is recalling. He looks pathetically apologetic as he stands there scuffing a foot on the wooden floor, glancing warily at his feline friend every now and again.
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 14, 2007 22:26:55 GMT -5
"Well I wouldn't say mad exactly. Although he does still gripe about it ocassionally."
~~She glances around anxiously, worried that the robot might cause a scene at any given moment as his behaviour can be rather unpredictable.~~
"Hey B.E.N. what do you say we leave now? You have everything you need from this place now right?"
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Post by B.E.N. on Jan 18, 2007 1:04:00 GMT -5
"Okay, uh...let me see here," B.E.N. refers to his list, "Lantern fuel...right you are. Yep, I'm done here. Where do you want to go next? Oh, you're not going to go seeking out pirates again, are you?"
The robot knows Amanda all too well and he knows she craves adventure in some way, shape, or form--even at the risk of getting into serious trouble. He certainly doesn't want her to get in trouble with her parents or the law, but more than that, he does not want her getting mixed up with pirates.
"Mandy, you know how I feel about pirates," he whimpers, trembling, "They just give me the willies, they do. If I had my way, I'd steer clear of all pirates and never even hear the word 'pirates' ever again."
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Post by Amanda Doppler on Jan 25, 2007 14:49:50 GMT -5
"B.E.N. you worry too much."
~~She smirks as she hops on her solar surfer after the robot has paid for the fuel. Once he's on board, she kicks it into gear and glides back out into the streets, heading back for the docks.~~
"Relax, alright? I'm not going to get mixed up with the wrong crowd. You know me. I'm just going to hang around down by the taverns and see if I can get some drunken spacers to entertain us with some exciting stories. What's the harm in that?"
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