Trash or Treasure?

[websnextdoor]

Someone's made a bit of a mess in a little out of the way corner of the main drag of the plaza. An entire picnic table has been taken up with electronic bits and bobs that sit in stacks that don't seem to make much sense to a passer by, but definitely seem as though they were organized in some manner by whoever gathered all of this junk. In front of the table a cardboard box is stuffed to the brim with wires and cords of every kind.

HDMI? USB? A weird curly cord with a plug shaped like an octopus? It's all here and then some. It's hard to know if someone's organizing a donation to a local recycling center or setting up the multiverse's strangest tech themed garage sale.

Eventually Peter shows up (don't ask where he showed up from, the kid has a habit of dropping in when you least expect it) dragging a beat up toolbox over to the table so he can start poking around at his findings. He'd thought there'd been one back at the clubhouse and was very pleased it hadn't grown legs and walked off since the last time he'd checked.

Anyone who wanders close enough to inspect or greet him gets met with the same dirt streaked grinning face.

"Hey, can you hand me that screwdriver just over there?"

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[mrhix]

Jason tilts his head at the boy, looks about for a screwdriver, sees one and picks it up then approaches Peter and tries to stab him with it, the anti-violence field making him stop a clean foot away from his Peter's body.

There he stays, holding the screwdriver out in front of him, business end first.

[websnextdoor]

Peter's busy wrestling (gently, he's stronger than he looks) with the casing on the monitor he's fussing with. Enough that he doesn't quite notice Jason's looming approach until it should really be far too late to do anything about it. He stops in place when a spike of anxiety hits him. Turns and would so easily be just one more dead teen this side of a summer camp if he was in fact a normal kid. Also if the AV field wasn't giving him quite a bit of help.

As it stands, the man just looks a bit ridiculous holding the screwdriver up as though he might want to gesture with it.

"Uh. You alright there?" What's with the outfit? Ohhhhh, wait. What time of year is it? Is there a convention going around? "You really had me worried for a second there. That's a pretty sweet getup. Did you do the work yourself? It reminds me of like, these really really old movies I saw my Aunt May watching a while back, you know. Like, vintage slasher flick type stuff."

Congratulations Jason. No kill, and now, no way out of this one sided conversation.

"And then the girl was like 'Aieeee no--!' but then, I think it was her best friend but I don't remember because I wasn't supposed to be watching it--"

[mrhix]

As Peter talked, his adolescent trilling dragging nails of sound down the chalkboard of Jason's decaying psyche, he tried to push the screwdriver at him again but only managed an insistent shake of the object.

During his time in the Nexus many had approached him and talked. There were those that asked him who he was, what he was and even how he was feeling but not in all his years and all his many lives had Jason ever faced such a ceaseless torrent of questions and anecdotes as he did now.

He tried again in vane to drive the screwdriver in, break the rib cage and stop this noisy boys heart but again all he could do was shake it insistently in Peter's direction as he droned on and on.

[websnextdoor]

Normally people stop him from going on these tangents. Or at least distract him with avenues of conversation that could at least allow for the opportunity to join in. Jason's emphatic gesturing with the screwdriver? Is just Encouraging Peter as he gets more and more excited talking through the half remembered plot points of a movie he saw part of once.

"Yeah! Yeah it was just like that!" He's bouncing on the balls of his feet now. "Anyway, I forget the name of the movie but your outfit totally reminds me of that."

Silently raging...

[mrhix]

Why was he still talking?
What was he talking about?
Why would he not simply die?

Jason was frozen in this purgatory, a new kind of living hell where he must kill this incredibly annoying person but was stopped by an unseen force.

Kill him.
Must kill him.
Must stop him from talking!

[websnextdoor]

"So anyway, did you wanna help?"

Peter gestures around to the piles of junk he's got laying around. That screwdriver is no more sticking out of Peter's body than it was half a minute ago but the unliving computer towers over there may not have the same kind of protections as this child does.

"I kinda like taking stuff apart and seeing if I can use it in different ways. Maybe fix it up and put it back together. It's fun most of the time!"

A machete through a CRT won't kill anyone but it might be better than standing around helpless.

[mrhix]

Jason liked taking things apart as well.

People though and once they were dismembered they were pretty useless unless a rogue limb made a handy bludgeon.

Giving up on stabbing the boy Jason walks to the CRT, picks it up and examines it for a moment. He did not care what it was, only that he could crush it in his hands, which he promptly did.