Post by rini on Dec 7, 2005 23:25:05 GMT -5
Alastair, being the fun loving, adventerous, boisterous person that he was, decided to drag his friend, the biology professor, out of his cave and out into the great outdoors, like the grassy knoll. Aiden's guards remained hidden, luckily, as the timid professor watched his friend set up a blanket for them to sit on and drink, and eat.
"This is a rather strange picnic, Alastair." Aiden mused, looking over at the guiness. Not exactly his favorite, but it would do.
"You need to get out of the house and this is all I could think of. Unless you want to.. play rugby." Aiden looked uncomfortable with that idea.
Dean had just finished the final touches on his enviroment-friendly mini-robot, the Senharrier01. And being a boy, with a brand new piece of technology, he'd wanted to test it, without it blowing up in his face.
So, as such, he ventured out onto the knoll, where the likelyhood of students being willingly outside in the cold Irish weather would've been low. The harrier sped forth on its little wheels, making it's murmurmur sound. The only problem with this is that Dean wass busy looking at the control for it, and the little robot sped towards the blanket, where the two men were.
MURMURMUR!!
Aiden heard it before Alastair did, turning his head to view where the sound was coming from, only to find a small robot hurling towards him. The man jumped off the blanket and back as the robot plowed right into Alastair's side.
"Jesus Christ!" The blonde yelled, turning to see what smacked him. And then grew confused. The two professors stared at each other until Aiden made a sort of helpless shrug.
Dean looked up from his controller when Alastair yelled. "Oh shit! Are you okay,man?" He jogged over, but one eye looked over the harrier, which, having run into Alastair had stopped. It was undamaged, his final grade spared."I'm really sorry, wasn't expecting it to pick up speed like that... or run into anyone."
Alastair stood, picking up the robot and watching it flail its little legs. "Hehehe. Engineering class?" He asked, Aiden slowly calming down, but remaining quiet. It wasn't like the man to interfere in conversations.
"Uh, yeah. The Senharrier01 is my final project for one of my classes." Dean nodded.
Alastair handed the robot back to Dean. "Be careful, Aiden might have stepped on it if he hadn't jumped out of the way." The large American grinned, watching Aiden sink slowly back to sit on the blanket.
"It startled me."
"So, who do I have the pleasure of being robot-harassed by?" The psychiatrist asked.
Dean grinned. "Dean de Triumph." He held out his hand, his dark hair falling just a bit into his eyes. "And I'm still really damn sorry." The midwesterner's accent faded into a something a bit more whispery, and back into Montanaian.
Alastair was all New York. "It's alright, we forgive you. Wanna sit down? I have sandwiches?" The tall man sat himself beside Aiden on the blanket, opening up a brown bag to show the astonishing amount of sandwiches Al had made. Aiden, in the meanwhile, decided to take a guiness and drink it without breathing.
Dean looked a little confused, but scooped the Senharrier up and put it neatly to the side. It whirred off. "Well, sure, I guess." He smiled.
"Kinda nice for you to invite the guy who just whacked ya with a robot." He joked.
"I'm a nice guy." Alastair said shamelessly, offering Dean a spot on the picnic blanket. "You can have a beer too, I won't tell. Neither will Aiden, r ight?"
"Eh?"
"Exactly."
"It's okay, I'm nearly 21, but I was pretty sure the drinkin' age here was 18." His birthday was in a few more days anyhow, and he took a proffered guiness.
"Just promise me it's not warm."
Alastair snorted. "Oh jesus, no. Warm beer tastes even more like piss." He laughed, handing Dean a bottle. Aiden couldn't help but smile slightly at that. Pisswater indeed. Scotch was much more his cup.
"This is a first. I'm drinking with one of my professors. Sis'll kill me." He said, taking a long pull of the guiness. Ahh, cold beer. He laughed a little to himself after he swallowed.
Alastair waved a hand dismissively. "No one cares, we're all friends here." He grinned, tossing the boy a sandwhich. Aiden reached into the basket to pull one out for himself.
"A sandwich and beer." It was a far cry from his sister's cooking, but it would do. Better than his salads.
"Oops." Dean caught the sandwhich, and the controller fell into his lap. He looked concerned for a moment, and then satisfied that it hadn't taken any real damage, looked relieved.
"A winter picnic is kinda different, what brought you out here anyway? The great outdoors?"
The american pointed back to the slender elf eating a sandwich. "He doesn't like to go outside, so I made him." The man looked quite proud of himself.
"Ah.. it is very cold out here and I'm not too fond of the cold.."
"It's not too bad out, considering it has begun to rain or anythin' yet." Dean took a big, very male bite of his sandwich. "This is good." He said, after swallowing.
Alastair laughed. "With the irish weather, it might rain in five mintues, you never know. And thanks, I have ham and cheese, tuna, and peanut butter and jelly for our vegetarian friend."
Vegetarian, how sad, He thought. He always felt really sorry for the people that refused to enjoy steak. "Mmph," he nodded and took another bite. "If it rains, I wonder if the 'Harrier will stand up to it." He patted the metallic frame with a smile. "I don't wanna have it rustin'."
"You could put it in the picnic basket?" Alastair offered as Aiden enjoyed his peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, oblivious to Dean's thoughts. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea of meat, so much as due to his experiences in the war, he found eating meat to be nausiating.
"Well, durability in weather conditions is one of the things we have to follow, the whaddayacallit, guidelines." Dean replied. "But thanks, professor." He said it in the same manner his sister did, respectful as always. "It also has to be able to be hybrid powered. Which it is. Heh." He said proudly. Let other students think he was a ham, and a whore, and an idiot savant, but he had plenty of brains, which he just chose not to show off. Sen could be the 'smart one' all she wanted. It suited her more then him.
Aiden reached over to investigate the robot, turning it over in his hands. "Very interesting- and you built this yourself?" He asked as Alastair chugged his beer and munched on a ham sandwich.
"Yessir." Dean answered. "The hardest part was making everything my professor asked for fit, without going over the size limitations. It runs on Lithium batteries and solar power. Which would be great, if the sun would come out."
Aiden laughed softly. "Sometimes I wonder if Ireland even has sunlight. Perhaps solar power wasn't the best idea? But it looks like it works rather well. I was never very... handy."
"It's the batteries." Dean grinned. "I think the professor that asked for solar power probably meant it as a bad joke." He pushed his hair out of his eyes. "But don't worry, professor, Sis has the same problem. If I were you, I wouldn't ask her to mend a shirt, she'll end up setting it on fire somehow."
Aiden laughed softly. "I simply ask my sister, since she is better with her hands than I." Alastair pulled out another sandwhich, looking up at the dark sky.
"If I did that, I'd end up with a charbroiled shirt. It's easier to buy another one." Dean said.
"That's what happens if I let Quin do anything. He tends to.. burn things down." Alastair laughed.
"Quin, that's the name of the guy with Sis's katamari game." Dean had a great memory for random facts."She started that other game.. we love katamari or something like that."
"Katamari 2? Yeah, Quin's obsessed with it- I'm surprised he passes his classes sometimes!" The american laughed loudly, opening his second beer while Aiden still nursed his first.
Dean took another beer, though careful of his weak tolerence. "Yeah, she's playing that and some RPG... er, Radiata Stories. It's interesting to watch, especially since she took the alternate path, the one where you join the non-humans. Orcs, goblins, dark elves, light elves. It's cool. But she plays it so infrequently since she's been studying like crazy, and she's got that boyfriend guy of hers."
He grinned. "I perfer counterstrike, myself."
"My sister plays counterstrike, but there is someone on campus who killed her supreme reign and she's pissed off about it." Aiden mused, remembering his sister about to beat in his laptop.
"Don't look at me, I play on a US server. All my friends are there." Dean laughed.His cheeks had pinked from alcohol.
Aiden set down the empty bottle and picked up another, popping it open. "I do not play video games, though my sister does make me play... Mario Party..? with her when she is bored. It's.. easy."
"Super easy. It's better drunk. Everyone should have at least one Drunken Mario Party." Dean replied, taking a swig of his drink.
"I try not to get drunk in front of my sister." Aiden laughed softly, fussing through the basket for another sandwich. Alastair rolled his eyes, though he was amused. He had spoken to Aiden on the subject of his sister various times.
"Sen just uses it on me the next day." He laughed. "Her or Elliot. Speakin' of whom, I'm supposed to go meet. I'm just not sure when." He was going to test out the 'harrier on Elliot.
"Don't let us hold you back." The psychologist laughed, waving his hand.
"Thanks, for the guiness and the sandwich." Dean grinned, and flipped on the robot, which whirred to life. "And I'll be careful not to hit anyone else. Sorry again!" He manuvered the little robot around Alastair and Aiden, and nodded his goodbye, walking off as the Senharrier01 rolled off.
"This is a rather strange picnic, Alastair." Aiden mused, looking over at the guiness. Not exactly his favorite, but it would do.
"You need to get out of the house and this is all I could think of. Unless you want to.. play rugby." Aiden looked uncomfortable with that idea.
Dean had just finished the final touches on his enviroment-friendly mini-robot, the Senharrier01. And being a boy, with a brand new piece of technology, he'd wanted to test it, without it blowing up in his face.
So, as such, he ventured out onto the knoll, where the likelyhood of students being willingly outside in the cold Irish weather would've been low. The harrier sped forth on its little wheels, making it's murmurmur sound. The only problem with this is that Dean wass busy looking at the control for it, and the little robot sped towards the blanket, where the two men were.
MURMURMUR!!
Aiden heard it before Alastair did, turning his head to view where the sound was coming from, only to find a small robot hurling towards him. The man jumped off the blanket and back as the robot plowed right into Alastair's side.
"Jesus Christ!" The blonde yelled, turning to see what smacked him. And then grew confused. The two professors stared at each other until Aiden made a sort of helpless shrug.
Dean looked up from his controller when Alastair yelled. "Oh shit! Are you okay,man?" He jogged over, but one eye looked over the harrier, which, having run into Alastair had stopped. It was undamaged, his final grade spared."I'm really sorry, wasn't expecting it to pick up speed like that... or run into anyone."
Alastair stood, picking up the robot and watching it flail its little legs. "Hehehe. Engineering class?" He asked, Aiden slowly calming down, but remaining quiet. It wasn't like the man to interfere in conversations.
"Uh, yeah. The Senharrier01 is my final project for one of my classes." Dean nodded.
Alastair handed the robot back to Dean. "Be careful, Aiden might have stepped on it if he hadn't jumped out of the way." The large American grinned, watching Aiden sink slowly back to sit on the blanket.
"It startled me."
"So, who do I have the pleasure of being robot-harassed by?" The psychiatrist asked.
Dean grinned. "Dean de Triumph." He held out his hand, his dark hair falling just a bit into his eyes. "And I'm still really damn sorry." The midwesterner's accent faded into a something a bit more whispery, and back into Montanaian.
Alastair was all New York. "It's alright, we forgive you. Wanna sit down? I have sandwiches?" The tall man sat himself beside Aiden on the blanket, opening up a brown bag to show the astonishing amount of sandwiches Al had made. Aiden, in the meanwhile, decided to take a guiness and drink it without breathing.
Dean looked a little confused, but scooped the Senharrier up and put it neatly to the side. It whirred off. "Well, sure, I guess." He smiled.
"Kinda nice for you to invite the guy who just whacked ya with a robot." He joked.
"I'm a nice guy." Alastair said shamelessly, offering Dean a spot on the picnic blanket. "You can have a beer too, I won't tell. Neither will Aiden, r ight?"
"Eh?"
"Exactly."
"It's okay, I'm nearly 21, but I was pretty sure the drinkin' age here was 18." His birthday was in a few more days anyhow, and he took a proffered guiness.
"Just promise me it's not warm."
Alastair snorted. "Oh jesus, no. Warm beer tastes even more like piss." He laughed, handing Dean a bottle. Aiden couldn't help but smile slightly at that. Pisswater indeed. Scotch was much more his cup.
"This is a first. I'm drinking with one of my professors. Sis'll kill me." He said, taking a long pull of the guiness. Ahh, cold beer. He laughed a little to himself after he swallowed.
Alastair waved a hand dismissively. "No one cares, we're all friends here." He grinned, tossing the boy a sandwhich. Aiden reached into the basket to pull one out for himself.
"A sandwich and beer." It was a far cry from his sister's cooking, but it would do. Better than his salads.
"Oops." Dean caught the sandwhich, and the controller fell into his lap. He looked concerned for a moment, and then satisfied that it hadn't taken any real damage, looked relieved.
"A winter picnic is kinda different, what brought you out here anyway? The great outdoors?"
The american pointed back to the slender elf eating a sandwich. "He doesn't like to go outside, so I made him." The man looked quite proud of himself.
"Ah.. it is very cold out here and I'm not too fond of the cold.."
"It's not too bad out, considering it has begun to rain or anythin' yet." Dean took a big, very male bite of his sandwich. "This is good." He said, after swallowing.
Alastair laughed. "With the irish weather, it might rain in five mintues, you never know. And thanks, I have ham and cheese, tuna, and peanut butter and jelly for our vegetarian friend."
Vegetarian, how sad, He thought. He always felt really sorry for the people that refused to enjoy steak. "Mmph," he nodded and took another bite. "If it rains, I wonder if the 'Harrier will stand up to it." He patted the metallic frame with a smile. "I don't wanna have it rustin'."
"You could put it in the picnic basket?" Alastair offered as Aiden enjoyed his peanut butter and jelly sandwhich, oblivious to Dean's thoughts. It wasn't that he didn't like the idea of meat, so much as due to his experiences in the war, he found eating meat to be nausiating.
"Well, durability in weather conditions is one of the things we have to follow, the whaddayacallit, guidelines." Dean replied. "But thanks, professor." He said it in the same manner his sister did, respectful as always. "It also has to be able to be hybrid powered. Which it is. Heh." He said proudly. Let other students think he was a ham, and a whore, and an idiot savant, but he had plenty of brains, which he just chose not to show off. Sen could be the 'smart one' all she wanted. It suited her more then him.
Aiden reached over to investigate the robot, turning it over in his hands. "Very interesting- and you built this yourself?" He asked as Alastair chugged his beer and munched on a ham sandwich.
"Yessir." Dean answered. "The hardest part was making everything my professor asked for fit, without going over the size limitations. It runs on Lithium batteries and solar power. Which would be great, if the sun would come out."
Aiden laughed softly. "Sometimes I wonder if Ireland even has sunlight. Perhaps solar power wasn't the best idea? But it looks like it works rather well. I was never very... handy."
"It's the batteries." Dean grinned. "I think the professor that asked for solar power probably meant it as a bad joke." He pushed his hair out of his eyes. "But don't worry, professor, Sis has the same problem. If I were you, I wouldn't ask her to mend a shirt, she'll end up setting it on fire somehow."
Aiden laughed softly. "I simply ask my sister, since she is better with her hands than I." Alastair pulled out another sandwhich, looking up at the dark sky.
"If I did that, I'd end up with a charbroiled shirt. It's easier to buy another one." Dean said.
"That's what happens if I let Quin do anything. He tends to.. burn things down." Alastair laughed.
"Quin, that's the name of the guy with Sis's katamari game." Dean had a great memory for random facts."She started that other game.. we love katamari or something like that."
"Katamari 2? Yeah, Quin's obsessed with it- I'm surprised he passes his classes sometimes!" The american laughed loudly, opening his second beer while Aiden still nursed his first.
Dean took another beer, though careful of his weak tolerence. "Yeah, she's playing that and some RPG... er, Radiata Stories. It's interesting to watch, especially since she took the alternate path, the one where you join the non-humans. Orcs, goblins, dark elves, light elves. It's cool. But she plays it so infrequently since she's been studying like crazy, and she's got that boyfriend guy of hers."
He grinned. "I perfer counterstrike, myself."
"My sister plays counterstrike, but there is someone on campus who killed her supreme reign and she's pissed off about it." Aiden mused, remembering his sister about to beat in his laptop.
"Don't look at me, I play on a US server. All my friends are there." Dean laughed.His cheeks had pinked from alcohol.
Aiden set down the empty bottle and picked up another, popping it open. "I do not play video games, though my sister does make me play... Mario Party..? with her when she is bored. It's.. easy."
"Super easy. It's better drunk. Everyone should have at least one Drunken Mario Party." Dean replied, taking a swig of his drink.
"I try not to get drunk in front of my sister." Aiden laughed softly, fussing through the basket for another sandwich. Alastair rolled his eyes, though he was amused. He had spoken to Aiden on the subject of his sister various times.
"Sen just uses it on me the next day." He laughed. "Her or Elliot. Speakin' of whom, I'm supposed to go meet. I'm just not sure when." He was going to test out the 'harrier on Elliot.
"Don't let us hold you back." The psychologist laughed, waving his hand.
"Thanks, for the guiness and the sandwich." Dean grinned, and flipped on the robot, which whirred to life. "And I'll be careful not to hit anyone else. Sorry again!" He manuvered the little robot around Alastair and Aiden, and nodded his goodbye, walking off as the Senharrier01 rolled off.