one mech's trash is another man's...

[debonairsharpshooter]

 Misfire is, what some may call, a hoarder.  He would like to consider himself a collector of fine treasures.  However his room back home is just overflowing with crap. The air hanger at the edge of the wilds he's found here in the Nexus is starting to look similar.  He doesn't care of course.  Buuuut a certain superior officer of his back home did and ordered he clean his quarters out or his quarters would be moved from his quarters to the brig.

Keen on not getting tossed behind bars like some kind of... of common CRIMINAL, he decides to do the equivalent of just shoving it all into his closet.  The closet in this case being the Nexus.

And it's all here now.  There's... a lot... at least a little bit of pretty much anything you can imagine.  His 'home' after all is a giant ship with quantum engines able to jump into new universes.  You pick up a lot of stuff when you're on a never ending adventure across the multiverse.  And that's before you even get to the Nexus!

Yeah there's boxes and crates and just random piles of stuff all over... is that an arm? That's an arm.  Misfire hurries over to scoop it up.  Looks like it belongs to a friend of his.  Riptide maybe? He has vague memories of winning it off him in a drunken card game a little bit ago.  Maybe he should give it back...

Either way the junk had to be dealt with.  Even he could see the necessity.  So what better way to get rid of a ton of junk then with a yard sale? He could just throw it out but... he just can't stand the thought!

So he's posted signs all around the Nexus advertising a sale with vague directions to his hanger.

"Hey! Thanks for coming! You looking for anything in particular? Bet I got something somewhere around here that's perfect for you!" he grins and waves at anyone curious enough to come out here.  Possibly with the aforementioned severed arm.

(( ooc: Feel free to make up anything for the assorted junk laying around.  Literally anything is fair game, the weirder and more obscure the better.  He's defaulted to his giant robot form for this thread but if you'd prefer to interact with his human holographic avatar just let me know. ))

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[chiaro_oscuro]

"That's an interesting collection you have there. Don't mind if I have a look."

It doesn't take long before Misfire's hoard picks up a visitor. Ben's picked up scavenging habits, which he's sure Rey would find ironic - he digs through salvage both for his own use and things to trade with the industrial area's resident Jawa clan when he needs their help. He's traded goods he has for things he needs before.

Maybe he can find something he can give to a friend, or show Rey the next time she visits. There's an idea. A surprise for Rey the next time she comes to see him. Ben thinks as he paws through the scrap, then turns to Misfire curiously.

"I'm looking for something one of my friends might like, if you can offer me any suggestions. Something to show her how much I care about her."

[legalcy]

Said superior officer has found himself here, and the place is teeming with more life than what he had seen on Earth. It's small for a Cybertronian and there's far too much dirt for his liking, but as long as he remains on the roads, he can survive this. Surprisingly, he finds a familiar face here. Not one that he is particularly happy to see, but someone with whom he can speak.

"Is this how to plan to clean your habsuite?" It is a better idea than stuffing the items in a supply closet while Misfire did a deep clean of the room. "I approve of it."

[dr_fringe]

Walter is rarely in the Nexus because it necessitates sneaking away from some very watchful people. However, he was learning how to do so effectively in the recent days. The pile of things attracted his attention. After fighting evil shapeshifters from another version of your world that crossed in via a rip you made in space time... well.. everything else just seems relatively normal.

He's currently walking with Gene, the cow who follows along like a dog, and eating red vines licorice. He didn't notice Misfire at first, attracted by some mechanism or another.

"Oh." His head turns way up to look at the robot when he's addressed. "You're a sentient robot.... fantastic." He's giddy as a school boy over seeing a giant robot but the question has some real implications. The cow really is like a giant dog and is nosing around at the edge of the mounds of stuff.

"I've been looking for a replacement piece of glass." He holds out his hands in what seems to be roughly 24 x 36 inches. "It needs to take the temporal and spacial distortion strains from peering across into another universe. It's a shame I cracked the one I was using."

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[handsofwinter]

The newest visitor to come check out Misfire's wares just... appears, when he turns around; an alien about eight or nine feet tall (he hunches, it's hard to gauge) wearing light armor of silver metal and blue cloth. Hard to guess what he looks like under his mask, but definitely not human: aside from the height, he's got four arms. It's a giveaway. He stares up at Misfire with an optic band shimmering with brilliant, crystalline white light.

"This is all... for trade?" he asks, voice guttural and accompanied with a faint hiss. A lower hand sweeps out to gesture at the mountains of potential treasure around them.

[risenintothevoid]

Scavenging for ancient Golden Age tech has long been a part of a Guardian's job, though obviously protecting civilians and existing infrastructure tends to come first. Aegis-9 has used more than one Nexus trip already to keep an eye out for useful bits and bobs, though weapons tend to be somewhat scarce here in comparison to things like food and knickknacks. Even so, the pile of junk draws her attention long before she notices that the thirty-foot bot isn't just an idle machine of some kind.

Her head jerks upward to seek out his face once he speaks, though, her optics lighting up cyan in fascinated delight. "Got any guns?"

[multiversal_science]

What kind of hellish building collapse is this? There were signs and honest-to-God billboards in the Nexus advertising a yard sale but upon arrival Dr. Octavius is fairly certain she's spying a fully furnished mobile home, a fighter jet, an entire shipping crate as well as piles of more human sized objects strewn in little rows up and down the spacious lawns as far as she can see.

That's before one even stops to pay attention to the Giant Freaking Sentient Robot booming out a welcome to all those who get anywhere near. Frankly, it's amazing he's collected so many comparatively microscopic items suitable for human use.

"Color me interested." A pity there's so many people about or she'd definitely be using her extra prosthetic limbs to climb to eye level with Misfire. As is she wanders up and down the little rows giving the giant robot as much berth as possible. Getting stepped on is a real threat so far as she's concerned.

"Excuse me." She has to cup both hands when she calls out to Misfire. "You wouldn't happen to have any super magnets just lying around, would you?"

[eumenis]

Where there's salvage, there are War Boys. It's practically a universal consistency. For all that the Citadel's reputation was built upon ruthless conquest of the road, their real strength has always been in repurposing the bits and pieces that remained of the Old World. Today, Furiosa's entourage (two War Boys and a skinny, dark-skinned woman on crutches) has arrived before her, and while they're obviously in awe of the looming giant mech, they're not too shy to start picking up nuts and bolts and other small pieces that would be hard to machine with what they have at home.

Furiosa herself shows up wearing what looks like a loaded backpack (trade, as usual), but she's just as quick to get distracted as her companions. "Hey, you," she calls up to Misfire with a wry smile, recognizing him. "Looks like you've settled in. If you have anything like a lithium-ion battery around..."

She trails off as something entirely different catches her eye, from where it lies on the ground behind a few empty oil drums. "...is that a kangaroo?"

[tearsofaphrodite]

Anemone arrives in her Nirvash, TheEnd. A robot.

She leaves the Nirvash very close to the hoard and comes up closer to Misfire just by herself. She's grinning like crazy, happier than anyone's ever seen her in Nexus. Unlike any previous of her times in Nexus, she doesn't look sick and ailing.

No, she looks like she's on drugs. Some very euphoric kind of drugs.

"You've got anything interesting?" she asks. "Because I'm here alone, with no morons who can work on stuff, I might need some stuff to keep TheEnd going smoothly."

It's not crazy, in her eyes, to be talking to a robot, even though she's never talked to one that wasn't her nirvash, before.

[silverseamariner]

"If it isn't my favorite clodhopper."

skekSa almost likes Misfire, at this point. Or at least she's grown to appreciate his use as a business partner. She's willing to make use out of anybody helpful in the Nexus and, while his impression on her wasn't positive, she's willing to let bygones be bygones for the most part. She goes out of her way to avoid making enemies. It's usually better in her experience to avoid rocking the boat too much by taking sides.

"I was wondering if you had any treasure for my tavern, to spice the place up. I appreciated the skull you gave me last time. Quite the conversation piece, that one. Very popular with the crew."

[liverfree]

It's not the yard sale that attracts Prometheus's interest at first, but Misfire himself. The Titan has never seen such a tall robot! His cousin, Hephaestus, might actually crack a smile at the sight. Fortunately, Prometheus is naturally gregarious, and grins up at Misfire easily.

"I've got a pottery wheel back at my studio that's getting a little janky. Mind if I look around for a spare motor?"

[thebluedevil]

A blue streak crackling with energy zigged and zagged around the area, checking out the mountains of super cool stuff. There would be no need to worry about stepping on this fellow. He moved too fast for it to be an issue. Sonic remembered Misfire from his earlier days in the Nexus. When he saw the signs downtown in the plaza, he couldn't resist motoring on over here to check out the yard sale. Pretty much most of the belongings he'd collected over the years hiding in Green Hills was from junkyards.

He had spent most of the summer back home with Tom and Maddie, but still came back to the Nexus to visit now and again; staying with the skeksis pirate skekSa and her crew at her tavern. He proved to be an excellent messenger for the captain.

"Yo, Misfire!" The blue alien hedgehog called, zipping to a nearby pile of stuff so that it would be easier to talk. He grinned, waving a white gloved hand. "Long time no see! How's it going?" As per normal, he was full of energy and nearly vibrated with it as he balanced on the junk pile.

[dontpetmeibite]

Ravage walks into the hangar, optics wide, and looks around before padding up to Misfire. "Late to the party," he says, "but I'm finally here. You were not kidding. This place is wild! Where did you get all this junk?"

[eugenesis]

Unfortunately for Misfire, word gets around. There's a Cybertronian here (curious), he's selling things (interesting), and he's someone known for being chatty (suspicious). His worst fears are confirmed when Scorponok barges into the hanger and finds one of the greatest criminal minds of his species.

"You! Give her back!"

[esmeral]

"Hey there! Ravage and Soundwave told me you were living out here. How is my favourite BC troll?" Esmeral flutters her wings slightly. "I'm Esmeral of Ankokuyousai, but you know me as Emerald Wings. Have you not been online much recently? There's been a severe lack of trolling on Tarn's threads lately."