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Edward? I've finished most of my project and I need your alchemy. I'm working on it next door, at Jade's.

[In the meantime, he'll be in the driveway - hey, when did he get a little lathe? - working on grinding down a very small stone. The Kaiser's fon drive is in pieces around him, and he has a box on the ground nearby filled with about half of Jade's silverware and a few porcelain items, mostly dolls.]

[Dist hasn't really moved out of Sideswipe's house yet. He's stayed at Jade's a few times but it remains just a little bit uncomfortable, so he's been splitting his time between the two, with his own house thrown in a couple times a week, fairly evenly. Still, though, most of his ~*~gorgeous and brilliant~*~ new eye project is in fact all over Jade's living room, and part of building it involves the Kaiser's fon drive core.

What does this mean for you, Mayfield?

It means you get a giant robot lumbering across town, and not particularly quietly either. He will see you, most likely! It'll probably be faster for you to get out of the way of him rather than vice versa, though.]

[After sulking for a few days, Dist comes up with an idea. A brilliant idea, though that is obviously par the course for him.

Or maybe he's hopped up on the medication from the hospital. Regardless, he makes a phone call.]

I need little mechanical parts. If any of you have small watches or little toys, anything with small, moving metal parts, I'll buy them off you. I'm doing an experiment.

[Dist has, as usual, gone and done something stupid.

That stupid thing being letting Mayfield take one of his eyes away. His beautiful face is ruined now! So after leaving the post office he can be found walking quickly through the streets looking very distraught, as well as bleeding heavily from his now-empty right eye socket.

Eventually he will reach his destination - Jade's house - and go inside without even knocking.]

JAAAAAAAAADE!!

Is this some sort of joke? Box tops, really? It can't be that easy.

[Nonetheless, though, Dist can't help but be curious. He dresses himself down when he goes to the supermarket to pick through the cereals(though it's not as if there are many other white-haired people in lipstick in Mayfield so he's not exactly undercover), and the crowd that has gathered there is enough to make him anxious to the point that he grabs several for himself. Unfortunately his motorcycle doesn't really have the capacity to carry excessive amounts of cereal, so he simply rips the tops off in the parking lot and stashes them in the booklet he'd been given.

A little bit of money in the name of science was hardly too much to ask.]

[ooc box top list!

5 box tops: Clothing
10 box tops: Cheagle
15 box tops: Chair
40 box tops: Replication Machine*
200 box tops: Fonon Control

*it's the one from his childhood, so it's tiny and can only replicate very small things.]

[Usually, Dist doesn't like to admit when he's made a mistake.

And he doesn't really plan on admitting it right now, per se. He's just here to see if Jade was sincere when he apologized yesterday. It always pays to be suspicious around Jade, after all, but Mieu had had a point; it does them no good to be fighting, now that they're all here. So, if Jade is sincere, Dist will listen to him.

That doesn't keep him from being nervous when he knocks on the other man's door, though. Dist made himself maybe a couple cocktails before getting up the courage to come over, and he has more alcohol with him just in case it's needed. Jade likes wine, right? Probably red more than white, but Dist doesn't like red, and he can only be so conscientious. Even when he's trying to make things right, he's still Dist.]

[slightly backdated to this morning, 8:30 or 9.]

[Dist wakes up with a scream.

His eyes snap open and he sits bolt upright, looking wildly around at... the bedroom back at "his" house, himself completely whole, blood-free and without pain. He puts a hand to his stomach, looking down and feeling around for wounds that are no longer there. A moment or two later he pauses, then twists his torso experimentally.

The burn is gone. He checks his legs; no stitches. No broken jaw. He had almost forgotten what it feels like to not have an ache or a sting constantly plaguing him. Slowly he gets out of bed and, once he determines that he can walk, goes to have a nice long shower to clear his head.

With that done (and his hair properly dried and flatironed and his face properly done up) he simply leaves the house, opting to go find breakfast elsewhere. Those out this morning will find him:

a) heading back to Sideswipe's house. He opted not to wear his regained clothes today(how does he still even have them? weren't they destroyed?) and instead went with an outfit he'd been assigned by the city, mostly in dark colors. He's carrying his regain clothes with him.

b) walking towards downtown, now empty-handed. His pace is quick, and his head isn't exactly down, but he's more skittish than usual.

c) eating at a small table outside Achewood Bakery.

Feel free to bother him, Mayfield! His temper is shorter than usual!]

[housemates in either house are also welcome to stop him and talk to him while he is inside! 8D]

[backdated to yesterday]

[Dist has been on-edge for about a week, ever since Sideswipe's fight. Up until he finds himself going up to Jecht's house he's apprehensive, but when he gets there he's just agitated enough to not be as nervous as he probably should be. Naturally, he's on his beach, so Dist doesn't have to go knock on the door.]

...Hey.

[After all of the trauma of the past two weeks, Dist decides to buy himself a new toy. Ever since taking a ride on Vietnam's, he's wanted to get one for himself. He's sort of surprised that Mayfield has anything in that particular shade, and the man he got it from had been hesitant to give it up, but threatening someone with a giant robot has a way of making people cooperative. So now he's out in front of 5718 Cunningham Lane, the Kaiser stashed carefully in the garage, attempting to learn how to ride a motorcycle with literally no instruction whatsoever.

He does know how to ride a bicycle, after all, and this is just like a large bicycle that goes zoom, right? In any case, he ends up in peoples' bushes more often than he ends up actually going anywhere, but it is only a minor setback for Dist the Rose. There's no machine that can best him!]

[Dist has been staying with Sideswipe. He had sneaked back into Olivier's house to grab a quick nap, just long enough to keep from being droned for being gone so long, and then taken up residence on the Autobot's couch. All of his wounds have been bandaged and treated, and while he's still in pain it is much more bearable.

He's worried, though, about Sideswipe's confrontation with Yuuka. So, Dist tracks him down.]

...How confident are you about this?

[Unfiltered, from a pay phone. His voice is shaking.]

I...

I need help. I've been injured very badly.

[A pause, where it seems like he may have hung up the phone.]

...Please.

[Once again, Dist is out giving the Kaiser some minor maintainance.

This time, however, he is not in front of his house. He's moved it to the park, sequestered away behind a group of trees, although with the Kaiser being a giant robot it's impossible to really hide. Dist looks very much the worse for wear, like he hasn't been getting very much sleep lately, and while he has regained his clothing, his coat is hanging on a nearby branch.

Care to say hi?]

[backdated to morning!]

[Again, Dist wakes up in a great deal of pain. After he opens his eyes, however he notes that he's... back on his couch in the garage. The city didn't even see fit to put him in the bed inside. He sits up slowly, wincing at the pull on his back and testing his legs carefully. They're still torn up, but he can move them. He ventures outside after getting dressed, blinking up at the sky; it's a welcome sight after the horrible grey of the past week.

After a moment or two he notices the box on the ground, placed in front of the garage rather than the doorstep. The city is obviously back to its annoying sense of humor. He walks over to the box and kneels rather than bending. When he opens it he makes a delighted noise and grins, although the mouth motion makers him remember just how broken his jaw is.

He has his clothes back! EEE!

He scampers back into the garage to change before venturing outside again.]

[Dist wakes up in agony.

He practically stumbles out of bed, shaking hands moving to gently prod at the entirely new wound in his jaw. It's been broken, he can tell; as if the burns and the shrapnel slices weren't enough, now his face is throbbing. It only makes him angrier as he makes his way over to what functions as a closet, taking out a shirt and tearing it into strips. His legs are badly injured and while he has removed the shrapnel from them, he never had a chance to clean them.

Vodka would do the job nicely.

He can't hold back some of the screams, but by the time he's done he's confident that the uncomfortably large lacerations won't get infected immediately. He inspects the bruising on his jaw in the reflection on the back of a spoon; the marks are deep, but still somehow deceptively minor. He gets dressed and makes his way outside; he needs to find someplace with ice to keep the swelling down. Burn cream for his back was probably too much to hope for.

Why yes, Dist is very much used to dealing with extreme injury. Why do you ask?]

[Well, there's not much worse than being laughed out of your own house, so Dist is sullenly wandering the streets at about 1am with absolutely no intention of going home any time soon. He is surly.]

What's going on? Why is everything grey? Where is the Kaiser? And most importantly, what am I WEARING?!

[Filtered to Vietnam]

How many guns do you have?

...This isn't good.

[After that pointless little message over the phones, Dist will be outside with the Kaiser, working on sharpening its large buzzsaw with a power grinder, sending a shower of sparks into the air; the attack on Town Hall had dulled it considerably. He seems more serious than usual.]

[forward-dated a few hours due to strange work schedule. :<]

[The fact that Dist is up and around in the middle of the night is nothing new. What is new is his double-checking of the Kaiser's control systems -- all as quietly as possible of course. It would certainly be embarrassing for anything to go wring on its first real night of activity. Everything would need to be perfect. Besides, he had to kill time waiting for Sideswipe somehow.]

Just out of curiosity, how many of us have heavy machinery? Like my Kaiser, or Russia's tank.

[filtered from drones]
Has the town actually filled itself up with incredibly dangerous and destructive weaponry, at our hands, on purpose?