Sep. 7th, 2020

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Even if it is his first time there, it doesn't look like he's all too bothered by it. He looked like he was sort of expecting to find himself in a place like this. But given who he is and what his job is, to say he's adaptable is a bit of an understatement.

He's sat on a bench in the plaza making little sculptures out of paperclips. There is a box of paperclips with him so he is in no danger of running out soon. There's a few on the bench beside him. Right then he's using the pliers on a well used and loved swiss army knife to bend the paperclip in a particularly intricate curve.

If you ask him he might even make you one.

"What's the biggest lie your parents have ever told you?"
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 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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