1/021: And you can lean with it.

[wheatdos]

[Nothing like some music to go with your day.

Go on Paradisa; it will certainly be a sight to see all of the preparations that are being made for the queen, surely. The sights, the smells, the new people... but there was one thing that would probably cut right through your little observation fest. It'd be hard to do whatever you were doing without hearing a distant drone of a particular beat, echoing down the halls.

God forbid you be near it's source.

THIS IS BEING PLAYED EXCEPTIONALLY LOUD.

.

And by exceptionally, it was really loud.
Obnoxiously loud.
Find all the synonyms for "really" and put it before loud and you'd get how loud he was.
The kind worth covering your ears to to keep your ears from bursting.

Cue Wheatley, walking in, a boombox balancing perfectly on his shoulder as he grinned a row of diamond plated teeth.

Nothing out of the ordinary here.
He's singing right along too.

It's best if someone tells him to turn it down.]




Nothing out of the ordinary at all.

Comments

[takethat]

...stop.

[wheatdos]

Drop and roll m'man!

[He raises his hand for a high five.]

Sup!

[He's just gonna ignore that 'stop' okay.]

[takethat]

[He just quirks an eyebrow at the hand.]

...what am I supposed to do with that?

[wheatdos]

Y'take it.

[And he takes his hand, giving it a half shake with a forced high five.]

Man, you so uptight all the time.
When you gonna loose it up and get down?

[takethat]

...never?

[He yanks his hand away.]

I can't even tell if you want me to be "up" or "down."

[wheatdos]

Ehehe... you a funny guy, man. Good. Thas' good.

...

[He grins, pointing to him.]

I know jus' what you need.

[takethat]

[Please don't let it be "to get laid."]

Dare I even ask?

LMFAO. YOU DID NOT JUST GUESS THAT.

[wheatdos]

...To get laid, yo.

SOB

[takethat]

[Of course.]

I can assure you, I have no concern with such matters in my life. ...and neither should you.

[cheerupemoborg]

[wat]





...Good God.

[wheatdos]

Eyyyyyyyy mannnnn...

What up what up what upp....

[Don't mind him as he bumps his fist against Hank's arm, giving him a diamond-clad grin.]

[cheerupemoborg]

[Diamonds?? Where'd he even get those? How did he get them in his mouth?!]

What are you doing?

[wheatdos]

Oh you know.
Just chillin'.
Layin out some beats.
Gettin' my music on.

S'wrong? You don't like it?

[cheerupemoborg]

No, actually. I don't.

Especially at this volume!

[wheatdos]

H-hey man! Calm down. Ain't no reason to raise your voice.

[He turns it down like 3 dials. It's softer, but still really loud.]

That coo'?

[cheerupemoborg]

No. I'd prefer it off.

[wheatdos]

[He laughs.]

Aha. You a funny guy, ain't ye?

[silentrunning]

[Chell's walking by when Wheatley strolls in... And she suddenly clamps her hands over her ears. What the hell is that attrocious racket.My god. And why does Wheatley have shiny things in his mouth. WTF is going on here?

She stands there, hands clamped over her ears and just staaaares for a full minute and a half before walking over and poking him, digging out her journal and writing, regretting the need to remove her hands from her ears.]

I like music. I'm glad you found some. But can you call that music? And can you turn it down?

[She leaves it unsaid that if you don't, she will steal that boom box from you. She's learning to dismantle things.]

[wheatdos]

You don't like my tunes?

[He doesn't particularly look like he's making any effort to turn it down.]

[silentrunning]

[No, in fact she doesn't... And she's about to do something about it if she can. Since he's not.

Reaching out, she attempts to turn down the volume herself, and if he backs away she follows. This music is horrible and loud. And so help her, if she has to tackle him to the ground she will do it. Do not mess with her, man.]

[wheatdos]

Gnnagh!

[He makes a noise as he falls over, because he was definitely going to move out of her way. The tackle was not appreciated, and the moment he hit the ground, the boombox slipped right out of his grip and caused it to collide with the floor, snapping into three distinct pieces.

At least the music was gone.

Fuzzy and disoriented, she might realize that the guy was dressed as a thug now, his usual pressed and scientific attire was replaced with an unkempt tie, loose shirt, bandana and sagging pants. And the change of vernacular made it clear something was wrong with him.]

Ah! G-get off of me! What you do that for!?

[silentrunning]

[Sitting on him, she looks down at him...And one eyebrow rises sharply. What the actual fuck is going on here?

While still using Wheatley for a nice, slightly boney chair, she writes a message and holds it directly in his face.]

Why are you dressed like that? What is that stuff in your mouth? And why on Earth are you playing that atrocious music?

[Then she climbs off, and backs away, just sloooowly regarding him. But on second thought she runs over and snatches up one of the pieces of his boom box, just in case he could snap it back together and still play that horrible music.]

[Ooc: Oh my god Wheatley as a thug. I am laughing forever.]

[wheatdos]

Ay yo babe, where you goin?

[He didn't look amused, and his frown gets more obvious when she retreats. Doppleganger Wheatley was completely confused.]

Dressed like what? You gotta pro-problem with my threads?

[He didn't seem to read all of her words, trying to collect his boom box parts... don't worry Chell, he'll be coming after you soon enough once he gets the other two parts together.]

[cantacquityou]

[Cue Foolsworth.

If there was noise before, Foolsworth's party poppers sure were not helping the matter one bit. He calls out to his AI acquaintance, but over the deafening boombox music, it sounds more like this:]


HA---Y N-- Y-A- WH---T--Y!! I L--H K-N-- Y---- F---K M--S-C!!!

[wheatdos]

[Squinting slightly when he realizes that foolsworth is talking to him, he grins and nods, giving him a thumbs up.

If you want to contact him, you're probably going to have to do some hardcore charades.]

Ehehehe... hey man!