no_ufo_ending | Room 014 [video]

_{[This is not the first time Henry has broadcast from the branches of a tree. This is, however, the first time he seems genuinely happy to be in one. There's something different about the normally reclusive photographer. He's got a head full of brilliant orange hair courtesy of the Halloween section in one of the little marts in town. The spray has made it stiff so it's sticking out in every direction. It matches the foliage behind him quite nicely.]

[He hasn't told anybody about this, having snuck out early in the morning to begin what will probably end up getting both his and Heather's asses kicked by a particular grumpy space robot.]

[If he can catch them.]

[He's got the 'gear angled up at his face and high above him, Burger the glameow is lazing on one of the thinner branches. Several bright green threads are draped around him and he seems pretty happy as well.]}

Watanuki, I got some yarn-- it's going to have to be all one color though. Burger destroyed the second color I got. Is one, uh, bundle of it enough? I need your address.

_{[He pauses and looks thoughtful. A leaf drifts down and sticks to his hair.]}

I sure am glad I blend in now so no giant birds can carry me off.

_{[ :I Oh, he knows what's coming. But he says that as straight-faced as ever. No, Ironhide, he is not dropping this.]}

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_{[Silly Ironhide, Henry's hair is already fire-colored!]}

Hey there.

You look stupid.

Yeah? Well you won't think that when you get eaten by giant birds.

I punched a bat in the face. Why would a bird be any different?

Because a bat is like--

_{[He holds his hands out to show how big zubats are and nearly falls off the branch. He lets out a little yelp and clings, chin flush on the bark. The 'gear camera is now upside down.]}

Yeah. These birds, man. They're huge. Even bigger than you. They're going to come. I didn't think I'd actually change that fast but...I'm not gonna complain.

Napalm is bigger than me.

[Napalm is an Onix. He'll be fine.]

_{[Henry has not met this rocky wonder.]}

...like the explosive?

No. Her.

[He turns the 'gear. And suddenly there is a HUGE FACE on the screen.]

[Hi Henry. Napalm says hello.]

_{[Henry leans back. Woaaaah it was one of those things that Carousel fought! Only not as shiny.]

[...it kind of looked like Ironhide.]}

See? Nothing to worry about.

_{[Ironhide has Henry at a very important fork in the road of decisions. He could blow this lie RIGHT OUT OF THE WATER and tell him that Napalm would be nothing but a caterpillar to these terrible Homeworld Birds.]

[Or he could shut the hell up before he ends up saying something that'll get him pummeled.]}

She can protect you until your hair changes, that's great!

Edited 2011-10-28 04:24 (UTC)

[Napalm tilts her head - she may not be able to speak, but she can emote pretty well. Her expression is clearly one of, "... What."]

I do not have hair.

It'll grow!

_{[....unless he had gotten too old. Henry takes a moment to admire the robot's baldness.]}

They sell wigs this time of year. I don't mean-- the silly ones. Just normal looking hair.

They sell... what?

Wigs.

_{[Oh, yeah, robot.]}

It's fake hair for people who can't grow their own. Sometimes they get sick. _{[Or old.]}

I am not sick.

Well, no...I'm just trying to help.

_{[YOU'RE JUST TRYING TO BE A BRAT.]}

I do not believe you.

Suit yourself.

_{[A fine, thin orange drop leaks from Henry's hairline, right between his eyes. He hasn't climbed in a while and the effort it took to get up there AND arguing with a grouchy space robot has made him sort of sweaty.]

[The photographer's eyes cross in attempts to find the droplet. Oh shi--]}

Gotta go.

What is that, boy.