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Funday Sundaes!
Now, Goofy liked to figure that he was good with electronics. He tended to, somehow, fix anything that broken in his home after all! Or he called for help. Either way, he loved to tinker if he could. But this replicator thing... this was definitely something new! And strange. Very, very strange.
Where was Max when you needed him? Or even, Sylvia! She would figure this out no problem. He missed the both of them, but he had to stay strong. He would see them again. He knew he would. So, for now, food. After a moment of scratching his chin, humming as he looked at the machine quite sternly, a lightbulb went off and he had an idea!
Goofy pressed all the buttons, because why not? It was the best way to figure anything out, he always thought.
It was about five minutes later that Goofy had a problem.
"...uh-oh."
That was a lot of hot fudge sundaes! He couldn't eat them all. Again, Goofy scratched his chin and hummed in thought. Lightbulb!!
Ten Forward would find a table full of hot fudge sundaes all neatly placed on about two tables pulled together. There was a sign, clearly written in marker, that said "HOT FUDGE SUNDAES.25 cents FREE!"
Goofy realized shortly after writing the sign that no one would have a quarter handy. They were in a spaceship with aliens, after all! Besides, ice cream was always good, no use in charging them. He said behind the two tables, eating one of them already. "A-hyuk! Just as tasty as back home, oh boy!"
Where was Max when you needed him? Or even, Sylvia! She would figure this out no problem. He missed the both of them, but he had to stay strong. He would see them again. He knew he would. So, for now, food. After a moment of scratching his chin, humming as he looked at the machine quite sternly, a lightbulb went off and he had an idea!
Goofy pressed all the buttons, because why not? It was the best way to figure anything out, he always thought.
It was about five minutes later that Goofy had a problem.
"...uh-oh."
That was a lot of hot fudge sundaes! He couldn't eat them all. Again, Goofy scratched his chin and hummed in thought. Lightbulb!!
Ten Forward would find a table full of hot fudge sundaes all neatly placed on about two tables pulled together. There was a sign, clearly written in marker, that said "HOT FUDGE SUNDAES.
Goofy realized shortly after writing the sign that no one would have a quarter handy. They were in a spaceship with aliens, after all! Besides, ice cream was always good, no use in charging them. He said behind the two tables, eating one of them already. "A-hyuk! Just as tasty as back home, oh boy!"
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This girl was awful polite! He grinned at her and handed her a spoon. "Here ya go, little lady. I'm Goofy."
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He chuckled and nodded. "It is! I've never seen stuff like this before. Why, I don't believe we've been to space yet ourselves. But I'm keeping my eyes open to tell Max and Sylvia all about it."
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And obviously quite proud of his son.
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"Ah, well, I'm from a world that doesn't even show up in the Enterprise database. College, that's... a secondary school for commoners, right?" She'd enjoyed nothing but the best in private tutors until everything had gone terribly wrong. And then her education became more focused on reclaiming her world and pulling her weight with the Gokaigers.
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She walked over, eying the food with a mix of suspicion and longing. There was only suspicion in the gaze she cast over Goofy.
He looked... almost like a creature of the Shadows, deformed, dark, misshapen, but... he did not yet act like one, so she stayed near, watching, wary, trying to ignore how her stomach grumbled at her for not eating the food that was at hand.
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I am so sorry about her.....
There were reasons the Hawks never let her fly near nobility and the moneyed if they could avoid it, and why they were all - herself included - sure the Emperor would eat her if she went to court without lessons.
"What the ****s are you?" she asked, resting her hands lightly on the pommels of her daggers.
PFFT dun worry~
He still held out the ice cream for her. "It's gonna melt y'know."
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They never say what he is in the movies/show either... >.>
She was obviously something else.
I was always told he was a dog, but..... yeaaaaaaah. According to tsumtsum, Pete is a cat... so..x.x
Exactly and they never *say* it...orz...
He even has his hands on his hips. "And it's also rude t'ask people what they are. If you don' want what is bein' offer, you say 'no thank you'. Simple manners go a long way t'makin' friends."
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She crossed her arms.
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It really did. All superheroes fighting aliens on Jupiter or something. Honestly! He looked like something that would destroy something? Goofy didn't know whether to feel dumbfounded or insulted. He was kind of a mixture of both. Why, he wouldn't hurt a fly!
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"I don't know what a Maxie is, or a comic, but I know that I agreed to protect this ship and it's people while I'm here."
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He even had a proud smile on this face. It certainly lightened his mood when talking about destroying worlds and such. "Comics are kinda like picture book. They tell a story. Most o' the time with super heroes and stuff. Now, if yer done with these accusations, I suggest ya get somethin' to eat. It might help yer mood."
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And books... she hated them, but... she understood them too. Books. Being a parent. Being proud of your kid.
She closed her eyes, pain on her face as she remembered Marai. Remembered her last moments. How she had escaped the shadows and come back to herself for her son. Their son. Roshan. Who Kaylin had given to Marin, given to the best home she knew of for a Leontine cub who could not live with Marcus.
Marin who would protect Roshan and love him and raise him as Kaylin couldn't, as Marai would have if she hadn't died to protect him. To protect Kaylin so she could protect him.
"Give me the **** ice cream," she mumbled, taking one, not aware of the pain in her face or the tears threatening in her eyes.
It takes no psychic power to read Kaylin's mind, it never has, her expressions are open and unhidden, there for anyone to read.
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That's Goofy.
Goofy is sitting in the middle of Ten Forward, selling hot fudge sundaes.
She tries not to look too excited but she's so excited as she approaches. "Those look so good! Do you mind if I take one?"
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Goofy is well unaware of his popularity in some worlds for obvious reasons.
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Because she's not going to turn down the opportunity to eat with him.
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Intrigued, she headed closer, eying the sundaes to have an excuse to get closer. She was raised by constructs, she understood enough to know he probably didn't want her poking around his seams. Still, she would just about kill to learn if he needed to be constantly energized or if he was powered at creation and then could eat and drink, like Krosp.
Over all, it was just... fascinating.
"Free ice cream?" she asked when she got closer. "Isn't all of the food here free?"
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She took a spoonful. "This is very good, thank you."
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Which meant that one or more of his parents, no, he mentioned grandparents.... had someone build a whole race? Or was he just like so many others here, from another world? A world where everyone looked like that?
How much she look to him? A fascinating question.... She also wondered if he would find a Jaeger more or less scary looking than he found her. What of a clank? What of the Lakya? She never had been much for sociology, but the scientist in her wanted to experiment....
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To be honest, it's a miracle that hasn't happened already, but more in the traditional sense of the phrase. He's been taken from Earth, dropped on a spaceship, harried by an egomaniacal alien with a bad sense of humor and a raging God complex, seen visions from his past, gained friends, lost friends, lost himself ... but nothing he's experienced in the last year could have prepared him for one of Walt Disney's most beloved characters brought to life. And in technicolor.
He drops into a seat a few paces off, a pad of paper clutched in one hand, jaw slackened and eyes blinking. He's dreaming. (Right?) There's no way Q could have done this. Sure, the lines are a little different than Steve remembers, the colors brighter, but he's been in the 21st century long enough to know Goofy when he sees him.
"What's the catch?" he asks, once he's gathered his wits and managed to come closer to the tables laden in sundaes. You'll have to excuse him if he stares.
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He even handed one to Steve. "Here ya go!"
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"Haven't met anyone who doesn't yet," he agrees, inexplicably finding that his grin grows the longer he looks at the ... well, the dog. "Thanks. It's just the way I like it."
He sets his sketchpad down on the corner of a table, and holds out his hand. "Steve Rogers."
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He shook Steve's hand. "Nice to meet'cha Mr. Rogers. I'm Goofy Goof."
Just because he called Steve son doesn't mean he doesn't know Steve is an adult, after all. He noticed the sketchpad and reached for it. Then, he stopped. "Uh, do ya mind?"