MTMTEarth. Mira's Apartment. More Microns Part 1

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someone: *humming in a cheerful male voice when Mira wakes up at half past eight in the morning*

Mira: *sleepy* Mhuur?

someone: *stops humming* Wake up, babe, we're bored.

Mira: *sleepily* Workin' on it... *streeeetch*

someone: *more quietly* Remember who I am?

Mira: *unshutters an optic to peek*

loft: *empty except for her and her plushies, some of whom have been tucked into her arms* *she's also been carefully wrapped in her little fuzzy blanket*

Mira: *moving to sit up so she can look over the end of the loft*

Ordnance: *sitting there on an ottoman, surrounded by pieces of the gun he's cleaning. Is back in human form, and wearing clothes he didn't have with him last night. He doesn't look pretty in the worn T-shirt and faded army pants, but he looks more like himself. The chest pocket of the T-shirt is bulging with what can only be Belinda's curled up form* *looks up from poking in the massive green canvas duffel beside him to lift his brows at Mira*

Mira: *smile* You look comfy, Ordnance.

Ordnance: *and there's his grin* I went and got my *deleted*. *grin takes a bit of a puppy look. I followed you home, will you keep me?*

Mira: *quick check to see if the blind is still down over the window, then she's climbing down and moving to get some more comfortable clothes than what she'd had on the day before* Have you had breakfast yet?

Ordnance: No. But the little rat has. *big hand gently pats the chest pocket* *watches Mira move around with the attitude of a man looking at a beautiful artwork*

Mira: *chuckle* Belinda's a glimmersprite. *will stretch a bit more, wings fluttering slightly as she moves. Then she's moving to raid the mini-fridge after sticking the ceramic hot plate in the microwave and setting the timer for the correct time* Lemme see what's in here that would work for breakfast.

Ordnance: *leans over to scan the drawer she has open* That's a fridge? *pauses and looks up at her* What's a glimmersprite?

Mira: Yeah. It's the smallest one I could find. 'N glimmersprites are a native critter from some planet that has big robots walking about. *no, she didn't pay too much attention when it was explained to her* Apparently, they used to live inside this one giant-*deleted* critter that got killed and became a tourist attraction.

Ordnance: *blinks and looks at the tiny thing in his pocket, who has wakened and is looking out upon hearing Mira's voice* Inside it?

Belinda: *hears a word she knows and obediently ducks down into the pocket. No glimmersprite here!*

Mira: Yeah. I was kinda loopy when it was being explained to me though. *slight shrug* ... I'm gonna make a pizza for breakfast. Is that okay?

Ordnance: *big grin* *bleep* yeah. *sets down what he's holding, and then stands and steps over his gun parts to walk over to the other end of the room and offer Mira open arms*

Mira: *moves to snuggle against Ordnance*

Ordnance: *holds her close and nuzzles her helm, making a soft, human rumble*

Belinda: *climbs out of the pocket and goes to her host. LOVE YOU! Snuggle*

Ordnance: *chuckles at the little pet and tries to turn his head to see her, then resumes his Mira cuddling*

Mira: *happy snuggles*

Ordnance: *softly* I gave the trailer to my cousin.

Mira: *soft chuckle* Well, now I don't have ta ask if you wanna move in together. *snuzzle*

Ordnance: *arms tighten slightly, and he kisses her on the helm*

Mira: *pleased hum*

Ordnance: *softly* Stay with the craziest, most gorgeous dame I know? *bleep* yeah!

Mira: *ducks her head slightly, feeling her face heat as she blushes*

Ordnance: *gentle touch for the centre of her sensor wings, but doesn't rub it. Too much other stuff he wants to do with his new girlfriend first*

Mira: *lifts her head slightly at the touch to her back*

Ordnance: *smiles at her instead of his usual grin* I better put that scattergun back together.

Mira: 'Mkay. *bit more snuggle first?*

Ordnance: *kisses her on the forehead and then snuzzles it, again with that soft human rumble*

Mira: *happy lady is happy*

Ordnance: *blinks as the fridge kicks in, and realizes it's still open* Ooops. *arms loosen*

Mira: *will put a hand on Belinda before taking a step back* I should get the stuff out...

Ordnance: *grins and winks, and then goes back to his guns*

Belinda: *contented and looking at Mira's face. Loves her host*

Mira: *soft little squee, will move to get started on breakfast after letting Belinda back inside her workings*

Ordnance: *startled sound* You put her in your guts?

Mira: Yeah. It's safer for her there, and she likes the small space.

Ordnance: *doubtful and impressed* What's it feel like?

Mira: Tickles a little when she's getting in there. Once she's in, it's actually pretty nice, because she's so warm.

Ordnance: D'awww. Real warm and fuzzies. *mischief in his grin as he starts rapidly reassembling the sawed off shotgun he'd been wearing under his jacket the day before*

Mira: *grin* Yup. Also really good for shutting Stark up. *back to breakfast making!*

Ordnance: Huh? *now has an AK-47 partly in pieces*

Mira: He shut up really quick when I pointed Belinda at him.

Ordnance: *sniggers. Gun is now being cleaned despite showing no sign of needing it*

Mira: I think there'll be enough for us ta have pizza for lunch, too. *is currently stretching the pizza dough so it will cook evenly*

Ordnance: *working on a third gun, which appears to be a totally custom model, his eyes going toward Mira and then watching her* There anywhere around here where a guy could get a workout?

Mira: I usually just go up to the roof, but if you want a real gym, there's one just a couple blocks from here on Mott Street.

Ordnance: *snorts as his eyes follow the twirling pizza dough's ascent* Gyms just get busted.

Mira: *snerk* Then we can go up to the roof. Plenty'a room ta spar up there.

Ordnance: You got it, babe. *still watching the pizza dough. Doesn't seem to need to look at his guns to work on them*

Mira: *is totally showing off as she gets the pizza dough ready for baking*

Ordnance: *abruptly* You have any pink salt?

Mira: Can't remember which drawer it's in, but yeah.

Ordnance: *scanning* Well you can't have great pizza without it. Ah. *sets down the latest gun and gets up to grab the grinder of salt*

Mira: 'Kay. This one's ready. *sets it on the pan meant for baking*

Ordnance: *carefully dusts the little pizza base with a nice light layer of the pink salt. And then grinds some into his mouth*

Mira: *amused snort, will get the pizza toppings out. There's a LOT of things in small, neatly labeled packages, including three different types of sausage, pepperoni, ground beef, all manner of sliced veggies, and even some pineapple*

Ordnance: *wide grin. Starts loading the pizza with a little bit of cheese and a ton of meat* This is fun!

Mira: *more grin as she gets the dough for what will become her own pizza ready* Yeah. Beats paying ten bucks for a single slice.

Ordnance: *snort* Only decent pizza I've bought comes on Francesca's pizza days.

Mira: Might have to go back sometime for that. *chuckles and is soon sprinkling pink salt on her pizza dough. Will reach for some of the meat, some of the veggies, and the pineapple*

Ordnance: You don't have any of that rolled Italian bacon, huh? *looks at the meats* How about lard?

Mira: Pancetta? Naw. I would eat it too fast if I kept it in the fridge. Check the bottom drawer of the fridge.

Ordnance: *looks in the lower drawer and finds that it's the freezer. Finds lard! Chops off little bits and sprinkles it on his already heaped pizza. Then adds another dusting of salt* There! Now that's a pizza! *happy grin*

Mira: *amused snerk* *will add cheese to her pizza, and then she'll move to stick it on the cookie sheet she uses to keep from having to scrape the hot plate clean* *reaches to open the microwave as it beeps, and then she's carefully maneuvering the hot plate and the pan* Let's get 'em cooking.

Ordnance: *watches with confused interest* You can microwave pizza?

Mira: Once it's baked, yeah. See if you can find the big pot. *setting the hot plate on top of the microwave, and the pan with the pizza on top*

Ordnance: *glances around, and then goes and gets the pot out of the closest ottoman. Brings it back, still looking curious* This?

Mira: *looks* Yup. Your pizza ready to go?

Ordnance: Yeah. *brow furrowed as he offers the pot*

Mira: 'Kay. *works on getting the pot's handle off once she has it in hand* *once the pot is de-handled, she'll invert it and use it to cover both pizzas* Now we just have to wait for the pizzas to finish baking.

Ordnance: *brows UP* Hey, that's neat.

Mira: *grin* I've even cooked chicken doing this.

Ordnance: *perk* With beer?

Mira: *blink blink* As in...

Ordnance: *surprised look, and then tells her all about the methodology of beer can chicken*

Mira: ... That sounds like it'd be good, but I don't know how well that'd work here... *small frown* I really wanna try it though.

Ordnance: *looks at her oven, and calculates the heat capacity for that ceramic hotplate* Yeah, you'd need more heat. Hmmm. *then glances over his shoulder* I should put my *deleted* away.

Mira: Maybe I should tell my Papi about it... He's always interested in learnin' new ways ta cook. I usually just go for quick 'n easy stuff.

Ordnance: *as he skillfully fits all the guns he'd taken out back into his duffel* I usually go for things that are quick and easy to eat.

Mira: *snerks as she watches him fit all the guns back into the duffel* I should prolly go get dressed.

Ordnance: *looks up with a rotten grin* No hurry.

Mira: *blush* I can't go up on the roof looking like a *bleeping* technofairy.

Ordnance: *chuckles* Awwwww. *stuff all packed! Takes the bag and leans it against the side of the liquor cabinet*

Mira: *stretches and moves to grab her workout clothes*


half hour later


Chase: *disapproving blue eyes over the edge of the parapet* Did you just throw this woman off the roof?

Ordnance: *grin* Yeah.

Mira: *moving to climb her police officer neighbor, since he's in her way* Next time, I'll watch where both his hands are when I'm kicking at his head!

Chase: *grunt as she steps off his shoulders* *quietly* Mira, who is this person?

Mira: *pauses only for a moment* My boyfriend. *back up to the roof*

Chase: *soft, stricken sound* Your boyfriend?

Mira: Yeah. Met him through work. *looks over her shoulder at the police officer* Why?

Chase: *quickly hides something in his pocket and rests his forehead against the edge of the roof* *quietly* No reason. I will leave you to your recreational activity.

Mira: *saw that movement* Get yer can up here, Chase. *so serious*

Chase: *uncertain look before glancing down to find the next step on the stepladder that stands on the fire escape for roof access* No. I must get ready for my shift.

Ordnance: *alerted by Mira's unexpected tone of voice. Strides over and yanks Chase up onto the roof by one arm*

Chase: Ack!

Mira: Yer shift's not 'til ten at night, Chase. *arms crossed as she scrutinizes her neighbor*

Chase: *so much sadness and disappointment on his usually calmly cheerful face as he avoids her glance*

Mira: *will fish her identifier out of the pocket she stuck it in earlier, and point it at Chase*

Chase: *looks even sadder as he sees the device* *quietly* Yes. I am Micron.

Mira: ...Dang. Never thought I'd run inta three in two days.

Chase: *looking away again* And I had hoped that there would be time to speak to you once you had finally acquired full programming.

Mira: ... You *deleted*. You knew?!

Chase: *short nod*

Mira: *expression unreadable. Not sure how she feels about the knowledge that her neighbor of six years is also a Micron like her, and that he knew, but never said anything... Especially about the fact that he admired her*

Ordnance: *quiet and gruff* Mira, access your new files.

Mira: *will do so* *boggling as she reads the explanation that it's not a good idea to spring it on people before they know* *very quietly* Well, *deleted*.

Chase: *very quietly* I had moved here, hoping...

Ordnance: *frown*

Mira: *quietly* Chase, you've known me fer six and a half years.

Chase: Yes. *doesn't look up*

Mira: Even if ya didn't tell me about us bein' the same sorta people, ya still could'a told me ya liked me.

Chase: *blushes heavily* I had hoped that knowledge of our shared species would make up for my lack of charming personality.

Mira: Yer an idiot fer not tellin' me. Even if I hadn't known what I am, I still would'a at least given datin' ya a shot. It couldn't have ben worse than dating Heath!

Chase: *moves slightly as though she just hit him* I... see.

Mira: *reaches to give Chase a gentle shoulder slug, much like she does normally*

Chase: *tries hard not to cry!* *but then he's pushing Mira behind him and taking on a defencive position as a blue portal opens nearby*

Mira: *startled curse in Italian*

Ordnance: *doesn't even blink at the portal, just goes on frowning at Chase*

Legacy: -One Micron girl. Thrrpt!-

Mira: ... *facepalm*

girl: *steps through. Is a tough looking, obviously not American black girl* Alright, which of you mons is the single one?

Mira: *points to Chase* Him.

Ordnance: *falls on his aft with laughing*

Chase: What? I... *apprehensively steps away from the girl as she strides up to him* Er... *and then his expression changes to gobsmacked recognition*

girl: *pauses right in front of him, her own face holding wonder*

Mira: *raised brow, checking her files*

Chase: I'm sure we've met. But... I can't remember when.

girl: Same here. *distracted look on her face as she searches her memory*

Ordnance: *quizzical look over to Mira. Wonders what's going on with those two*

Mira: *helpless shrug. Has no clue*

Legacy: -Sparks resonate. Never met before now, but know each other 'cause of that.-

girl: *blinks, then shrugs and throws her arms around Chase* Works for me.

Chase: *slight stagger as he catches her* I don't even know your name.

girl: *wide, cheeky, grin* Call me Bullet.

Legacy: *gleeful gigglefit that fades as the portal closes*

Mira: *snerk* Bates played matchmaker.

Chase: *quiet and confused look of uncertainty and apology toward Mira. Feels like he's being a bum by this sudden interest in another lady*

Mira: *moving to sit on Ordnance's shoulder* *expression says she's content*

Chase: *turns back to Bullet and starts to speak, but is cut off by an enthusiastic kiss*

Ordnance: *guffaw!* *arm around Mira's legs*

Mira: *rowdy cheer*

Chase: *blinks when he's released* *soft amazement* I... think I'm drunk.

Bullet: Know I am. *grin*

Ordnance: *grins up at Mira*

Mira: *snickerfit*

Ordnance: We gotta party.

Mira: *sobers* I gotta get new climbing shoes before I can party.

Bullet: *looks over* Climbin' shoes?

Mira: Yeah. *holds up a foot* These're shot. Had ta climb Chase ta get back up to the roof earlier, 'cause I couldn't get a good grip on the wall.

Ordnance: Hey, don't you need new foot glove-things too? Yours have holes. *frowns up at Mira*

Mira: *cuss* That's right. *scowl* Keep fergettin' I need 'em... It'd be great if I could get footgloves that'd double as climbin' shoes, but then I'd wear 'em out twice as fast.

Chase: But the two styles of footwear are too different to serve both purposes.

Mira: *sigh* Don't remind me.

Bullet: *chuckles and sticks out one combat booted foot. Only it's NOT a combat boot! It's a designer stiletto heel!*

Chase: *rubs his eyes and looks comical*

Ordnance: *unprintable comment, and then leans forward with interest to look more closely*

Mira: *raised brow* Huh.

Bullet: *slightly smug grin* I can show you the shop.

Mira: ... Lemme go grab my wallet.

Ordnance: *stands with Mira still on his shoulder* I got this. *pats his pocket*

Mira: *gearing up to protest*

Ordnance: *shoots a look of mischief at her and then reaches up and rubs gently between her shoulders*

Mira: *slump, blissssss*

Ordnance: *grins at Bullet and Chase* So. Where's this store?

Chase: *going to protest* *but the protest becomes an ack as he's bumped close to Ordnance and has to grab the man's shoulder to keep from falling. And then he's not up on the roof anymore!*

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