gotosleep_idiot | November & December Test Drive Meme

He shakes his head and waves his hand dismisively. "Meemeep. Meeeeeeeeeeep."

And he spreads his arms wide to accompany his "meeps", trying to convey that he wants to know where he is. Gosh, he had this same problem with Ms. Piggy. At least Pinocchio is trying to understand him.

He points to himself and says, "Beaker." To drive the point home, he takes his Muppet Labs I.D. out of his pocket and shows it to Pinocchio.

"Ta-dah."

He completely misinterprets the head shaking. "Oh, you don't like the beach? I guess I could show you the South. It's got lots of trees, and some markets that're really neat." Just trying to give him some more options, since he clearly doesn't like the sound of the Eastern district.

But the name, at least, comes across easy enough to understand-- when it's spoken, that is.

When Beaker holds the name tag out, Pinocchio leans in closer to examine it for several long seconds, smiling and nodding before pulling away. "I can't read."

"Meep, meemee meemee meep...." he mutters to himself.

Okay. At least he's being led around by someone who knows the area? Better than wandering around alone. He'll figure out where he is later, probably. Eventually.

Sighing, he puts away his I.D. and says, "Okay." Nevermind. He's definitely being led around by a toddler. Could be worse, right?

If anything, his time with Dr. Honeydew has led him to be a little more optimistic about things.

Excuse you he's like eight.

But he does at least know where he's going. He spent the first month or so after his arrival exploring the area and breaking into various houses-- plus he's got a map. He's far from being an expert on the city, but they won't get lost or anything.

Given that he's kind of a chatterbox, he'll try and talk as they walk, even if he can't particularly understand most of what the other half of the party is saying.

"Are you new here? I've never seen you around before." A brief pause. "I mean, I'm kinda new, too, though. I've only been here for two months... but I've never seen anybody that looks like you." Not even on the Network, and he tended to check that pretty frequently.

He follows Pinocchio, sort of nodding as he listens to him talking.

"Mee, mee mee meemeep mee Meepets...meepmeep?"

He's not sure if Pinocchio has heard of the Muppets, before? He doesn't even know the scope of the show, no one's ever given him the numbers.

Maybe now's a good time to (try) to tell Pinocchio about his job?

"Oh, meep meemee Meepet meep, meemeep meemeemee meep Meeper Beepmee Heemeemep...."

He lets out a small sigh upon saying the good doctor's name. Sure would be nice if he was here--he seemed to be the only person who could actually understand his speech all the time. And if he was here, Beaker wouldn't have to talk to any strangers.

"Meemeeways, meemee meep mee?" Gestures towards Pinocchio again.

He's never had to do something like this before, puzzling out what someone's trying to say, but he figures he can give it his best shot. Let's see... something about... Meepets. Or Muppets, that's his best guess, because it's close enough to puppets and this individual certainly looks like a puppet to him, albeit a very strange one. Well, they can't all be crafted out of wood.

So Beaker's either trying to say what he is or what he does, then, and Pinocchio's almost positive there was another name in there somewhere, even if he can't quite figure out what it was. If there's someone else involved, it's far more likely he's talking about his job or something...

It might be a long shot, but he'll take a stab in the dark, anyways. Pinocchio can at least try and respond with something moderately relevant, given that his broad guesses are correct. He doesn't want the guy to feel like he's got no weight in this conversation just because he can't quite be perfectly understood. Besides, that last gesture is clearly an indication for him to offer some kind of answer to something.

"I used to perform in a puppet show, but I left after the owner locked me in a cage and stuff." But it's fine. "Then I ended up here, and I don't really do anything now 'cause nobody has to earn any money here. Oh, but I'm learning how to build robots!" That counts, right? It's more of a hobby or an education than a job, but still.

A puppet show? Sounds unethical. Nothing like the Muppet Show, he wagers. At least they have a union of some sort, and Kermit is more or less a fair boss.

As soon as Pinocchio mentions robots, his eyes light up - thankfully, not literally for once. Robots are great! Beaker's worked with robots before! Though, usually they've tried to physically harm him in one way or another, but he's a pretty durable Muppet.

"Oooh! Robots," he echoes. He claps his hands together and gives Pinocchio a thumbs up. "Meep meemeep meep mee Moocter Heemeemoo, meep meemeep meemeep meep meep!"

Even if their robots didn't always work, he still had tons of fun working on them with Dr. Honeydew. He's glad a boy like Pinocchio has taken an interest in technology at such a young age! Good for him.

What is the difference between a puppet show and a Muppet show.

Finally, some more gestures he understands. He returns the thumbs-up enthusiastically, beaming. At least they have some common ground, here.

"You work with robots, too? That's great! There's a bunch of scientists in the city, you'd probably like them a lot."

Even if most of them aren't incredibly social. Then again, Beaker seems kinda shy-- that or he's just really quiet.

~~listen muppets don't know they're being puppeteered~~

"Ooooh!" He'd definitely like to meet some of these scientists eventually. I mean, it's not like he really does any science, himself, but it'd be helpful in finding out where he is. Of course, there's always the possibility that they wouldn't understand him, either.

As they walk, he points to a random building and asks, "Meemee meep?"

that's so creepy

They must have crossed from the East into the South already, because he does recognize that building (to be fair, it's both very distinct and very difficult to miss, given that it looks like some sort of manor).

"That's the school. It's kinda boring." A beat. "...Actually, a lot of the South is kinda boring. It's just got a lot of trees. But the swamp is cool."

He's beginning to think he's a bigger fan of large cities, honestly.

"Huh? Meemee meep mee meep?!"

What the HECK is this boy doing out of school? No wonder he can't read. Yet another failure of today's education system. Maybe he could help this boy out--wait, that would be difficult with his...speech mannerisms.

"Meep? Meemeep meemeep."

Does Pinocchio even have any friends? He's not entirely sure, but he's gonna ask.

At this point, he's less actually answering questions and more just. Rambling about various topics. But that's only because he's pretty sure he's not any closer to cracking the code to understand Beaker.

"I dunno if there's even that many teachers at the school, but that's alright. I'm taking lessons from a few people, anyways."

He... doesn't necessarily have any friends his age, yet. Connie is as close as it gets, and he still considers her pretty old. But he's sure willing to tell Beaker all about everybody else he knows.

"Like, Azmuth teaches me math and science, and Jiminy teaches me... uh, everything else, 'cause that's his job. I don't think Taako teaches anything, but I've talked to him a few times, and he cooks stuff a lot." That's only a few, really, but it's a big city and he's not about to list off everyone he's ever talked to.

He finally turns back to Beaker and gives him a once-over. "Hm... sorry, but I don't think any of your friends are here. I haven't seen anyone that looks like you do yet. But they might show up soon."

Huh, those certainly are some weird names. But, who is he to judge? Half of his friends are named nonsense words or are strangely appropriate puns. It's almost like someone planned out his life and job from birth, but that'd be ridiculous.

"Oh. Meemee meep." He hopes he'll at least be able to contact his friends eventually? He's quite worried, tomorrow he's supposed to give a presentation with Bunsen on Muppet Lab's latest creation: the automated toilet paper delivery robot.

"Meep, meepmeep meep meemeep." It would be nice if he could grab something to eat. He looks at Pinocchio quizzically. Do wooden puppets even need to eat?

He poses this question to him. "Meemee meep meemeep mee meep?"

Well, he thinks they're great names.

Yeah, good luck getting to that presentation on time. Or contacting anybody outside of the city. Then again, apparently there's nothing stopping anyone from leaving... but he doesn't want to put the idea of going back through the gates into Beaker's head so soon after he just arrived. It'd be sad if he didn't even give Nautilus a chance before leaving for ages.

...Do felt puppets even need to eat? Hmm??

He squints quizically at Beaker for a long moment. He feels like he's close to figuring out what he's saying, somehow, but he can't be certain. He can narrow it down, at least, and just decides he can puzzle it out in the form of a question. At the very least, Beaker's tone isn't too distressed, so he can eliminate 'hospital' from one of the possible locations he's looking for.

"D'you want to find food, clothes, or a house?" Pause. "Um, you can just... hold up your fingers for which answer is right."

beaker has many secrets in his large felt muppet mouth, and he's not willing to reveal all of them

Oh. Time to break out the advanced charades. Well, he certainly has clothes right now, but maybe if he ends up staying longer than intends he'll need more. And he's not looking into real estate at this time, the lease on his apartment hasn't expired yet. So he holds up one finger and meeps. Just to make sure Pinocchio gets it, he mimes eating food and makes munching noises.

If anything, he'd like a nice bottle of wine or something to help him deal with being in a weird place like this. Nothing's wrong with a little alcohol consumption.

Hm. Don't Like That.

Okay, that at least gives him something to work with. He thinks it over for another second before posing a more specific question.

"Do you want to go to the market, and get your own food-" he holds up one finger, "-or go to a restaurant?" This time he holds up two fingers.

; )

Well, hm. He doesn't know if he's on an alien planet or something, so who knows what kind of food they might serve at a restaurant? Then again, Pinocchio knows this place better than he does, so he probably has recommendations. Hopefully.

"Moo." He holds up two fingers. Food is definitely something he can use to try and deduce his location. Uh, that is, if he's still on Earth.

Oh boy, recommendations! He sure doesn't have any of those!

"I guess we've gotta go back to the East, then." Not that he minds the walk-- at least he knows the way pretty well by now.

He's kind of silent (for once) as they're walking this time, though, until finally he literally just stops short and turns on a heel. He'd been internally dying to ask a few questions, but didn't want to be rude, but... well, he could only hold out so long. He just can't rationalize this one out, not under these circumstances.

"Hey, did you say you're a Muppet? Is that like a puppet? 'Cause I'm a puppet, too, and I don't think I have to eat. So what's the difference? I mean, I know you're not made of wood, but you still aren't real or anything."

Uh.

Hm.

Wow those sure are some questions huh!

He scratches the side of head, trying to mull over Pinocchio's question. I mean, he guesses he's a puppet? He's definitely not a person person. But there's a difference between a Muppet and a puppet, Kermit probably said something about it, right? He's definitely eaten food and drank things, so he thinks he probably has to eat to survive. Right? But then again, he's been blown up more times than he can count, and it should be impossible for someone to survive that sort of constant abuse. But that might just be because he's a Muppet. And it sure is weird that the Swedish Chef has non-felt hands unlike everyone else, but he had figured it was just a quirk? All Muppets are different, after all.

His head hurts just thinking about this. He tries to formulate an answer, but all that comes out is a slightly squeakier than usual "Meep."

Existential questions aren't really great for Beaker.

Pinocchio just uncomfortably watches with some degree of sympathy as Beaker seems to try and puzzle through the questions. The extended silence isn't... reassuring... and he worries that he's prompted some sort of crisis. Pinocchio's definitely been through the same as far as that line of thinking goes, so maybe it's a universal puppet experience to not really know for sure what you are, or what your existence involves?

And he doesn't exactly know how to handle a response like that. Or, rather, a non-response. Maybe he'll just... drop it. Yeah, that's probably for the best.

He turns back around awkwardly. "Um... right, sorry. I guess we should just go get that food now, huh?"

He bobs his head up and down in the approximation of a nod. Anything to distract him from...whatever the hell that existential crisis was.

If he ever gets the chance to go back, he's going to bring this up with Kermit. He's the boss, he probably has more answers, right?

They keep walking for some time in silence, and Beaker resorts to twiddling his thumbs. Whenever he looks at any signs, it feels like...he's not exactly reading it, but the sign itself is conveying what it means? Best not to look at anything.

He somewhat recognizes when they leave the Southern District (since they took the same route, more or less) and quietly says, "East."

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