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Just What I Needed - The Cars

WHO: Billy Hargrove and YOU
WHERE: Peanut Party
WHAT: A new home?
WHEN: During mandatory ship time
WARNINGS: S3 ST spoilers - in the thread with Sonic

Beach

Billy's found his room, and while he slept in there the first night, it didn't take long for him to... not. Once he found the beach, he made that his place to hang out when he wasn't needed in the cockpit. Which would be soon, just not now. Shame. He wants to test out the engine on this thing. Despite what Keith said that that they didn't have a lot of control over where they went, Billy wanted to push the limits.

For now, he's in the water. Swimming laps in various techniques for it, and diving down to see if there's anything in the water. He's only in his boxers and a shirt, not comfortable enough anymore to be shirtless if anyone comes across the beach and sees him. It's bad enough the wet fabric clings to his scarring like it's taunting him.

So Billy takes in another breath and goes for some more laps, with flips to clumsily kick off the bottom for the next.

FOOD

All that training works up an appetite. So he heads to the diner area, fiddling with buttons. The first bowl gets tossed because that's clearly glitter. He makes a face before getting a container to try out the other buttons. He gets... paste. Okay, upon poking, it's not paste as much as it feels like tofu?

"Son of a bitch. If the aliens think I'm eating tofu, they can go eat a dick," he complains without a thought of who might hear him. The paste looks a little better, and when he taste tests the bit on his finger from poking it, he gives a nod of his head.

"Now that's more like it. Tastes like a spicy chili."

He gets a decent amount of that and another paste (mixed vegetable), before pushing it into the microwave and setting it. That gives Billy time enough to grab a drink - cola. "Get rid of the tofu bullshit, stupid aliens. Bring in beer instead."

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Yeah, texture is something to be improved on by a lot. Maybe he could ask Tommy what could be done with it to make it more...appealing. At some point anyways.

"Yeah, and it's weird on my end too. Never thought I'd meet a blue talking hedgehog. And if your color isn't the norm, what is? Purple? Green? Most hedgehogs were I'm from are brown and their spikes are like a white color."

Save us Tommy from the bad mouthfeels.

"Blue isn't abnormal, we come in all kinds of colors. Off the top of my head I know other hedgehogs who are pink, one's kind of a silvery-grey, one guy's mostly black with red stripes."

Hedgehogs. In all colors. What kind of fucked up place did this guy even come from? And the word 'freak' is right there, right on the tip of his tongue. It's ready to dive right off and out into the open because Sonic, and others like him, are freaks to someone like Billy.

So he bites the tip of his tongue until the word vanishes in the pain of the pinch. The spoon gets picked up so he can shovel another unwanted bite in to keep him from saying that terrible word. "Sounds... weird." Well, it's not the word 'freak'... "To me, anyways. There's... no one like you in my world at least. Or like the others you know."

Sonic's world may be freaky, but at least it's not full of face eating monster dogs. Just a round guy with the most horrible moustache ever.

"It's cool, I totally get it. Outside of the one human here from my world, nobody else has ever seen anything like me before. Nobody's freaked out on me yet though, so that's good."

Yeah, the flower-faced monster dogs were a real bummer. Wait til Billy tells you about the one from the portal that wrecks a mall and kills him. All of that non-stop fun at your local Hawkins mall!

"Yet," Billy echoes because he wants to. But figures he doesn't need a repeat of Tommy sliding into his DMs to scold him. Sure, the guy apologized but he's also set a standard by accident. An accident that inevitably holds Billy himself to a higher standard because he can be good. If he can keep his attitude and words under control that is.

So far, so good it seems.

"Yeah? Who the hell is from your world here?" This should be interesting. An interesting conversation and neither of them seemed to have introduced themselves.

It wouldn't be the first time he met someone who got horribly murdered in Indiana!

Even if Billy does decide to be a giant douche, Sonic would probably let it slide anyway. He's one of those annoying good guys who's super big on second chances. And third chances. It's come back to bite him in the ass more than once but it usually works out in his favor.

Also these guys are clearly the best at conversation.

"You might have seen him on the network, he's the bald guy with the nightmare moustache. Dr. Robotnik, but back home we call him Eggman. Cuz that's what he's shaped like. Also half the robots he builds are egg shaped, too."

Seems like a common experience in Indiana. All the more reason to go back to California!

Billy's still getting... accustomed to people being nice. Or letting his attitude slide off of them. And people giving him second and third chances. Any chances.

When Sonic describes the guy, he sits up straighter. Gets this grin on his face. "Oh him. Yeah he doesn't like me much. I called him out for putting his toupee under his nose instead of on his head."

Get used to it, buddy. Sonic's gonna give you so many chances it'll make you puke.

Eggman bashing makes him perk up a bit. He even manages to choke down a second bite of his chili slop.

"Hah, as you should! He doesn't like much of anyone, but there's not as much he can do about it here as there was back home."

Fucking gross. He'll never say how he appreciates it though.

Seeing Sonic perk up immediately after telling his tale of the toupee remark. "I thought about maybe asking him about getting the fuel system in my car changed out for something that works here in Temba. But if he tries anything, I haven an axe."

An axe that was secure in his quarters at the moment because he doesn't need it. Or so he hopes anyways.

It's all good man, Sonic can practically read minds when it comes to things like that.

"Well, if anyone could do it, it's definitely him. Maybe interacting with normal people more often would be good for him. Knowing him though, he'd probably try to rig up some kind of weird weapon system into it. Dude has no chill."

"Yeah I don't need a weapon in my Camaro," and Billy doesn't look happy about that thought. "I'll have to use something to bargain with. Helping, maybe. Providing firewood since I've got an axe n' stuff."

Billy gets up and takes his half-empty dish to clean it up. "I'm Billy, by the way. Pilot on here. If I can drive my car, this ship should be no problem." He sounds hella confident for something he's never actually done.

"Honestly, he'd probably just appreciate having something to work on. Just don't expect him to be overly friendly. Or at all friendly."

Sonic hasn't given up his war with the slop bowl just yet, so he's gonna keep trying to eat it. 'Trying' being the keyword. "Anyway, name's Sonic! I took Communications to talk to mushrooms, so I guess that's what I do!"

Not that Billy was known for being friendly himself. But he wasn’t on Robotnik levels at least. Or so he likes to think. Sonic wasn’t pissed and/or leaving so he must be doing something okay.

"Talk to mush— oh right. The volcano incident." Where he had isolated himself mostly after situations had happened. "Cheerful shit aren’t you." It’s not a jab or meant mean. Just an observation.

"In case the other Billy is on here, you can also call me Hargrove. Makes it easier to tell who you’re talking to if he is here." Because someone hadn’t figured out how the device worked with showing the roster yet.

"If I gotta choose between being cheerful and letting all this crap get to me, I'm gonna shoot for cheerful. Not a lot else I can do to help with morale around here." He prefers the sorts of problems he can fix my punching, he can't punch everyone here to get them to cheer up, alas.

"That's Magic Billy. You're Billy with the Good Hair. Tellin' you apart is no problem."

He makes a dismissive gesture before correcting with, "in general, not just about the situation." Billy supposes at least there's happy people like Chrissy and Sonic around. If it hadn't been for the former after all, who knows how bad the portal situation would've been for himself.

"I'm Billy with the best hair, excuse you." There's a grin that follows that. Is it egotistical sounding? Yes. Is it the truth?

Also yes.

"Yeah, Kaplan is magical as fuck. Helped stitch me the fuck back together when I arrived here bleeding out. Between him and Tae, I get a second chance at being on this side of the ground."

"Fair enough." Well shit, it's no wonder Sonic and Chrissy get along so easily. But yes, there may be a slight eyeroll at the hair comment, you humans and your head hair.

"Geez. It's a good thing we have people here who know what they're doing, I keep hearin' about people who show up here all busted up.

As for Magic Billy, I haven't really talked to him too much, but I hang out with his brother all the time."

Don't get so prickly about his exquiste taste in hairstyle, Sonic.

Billy gets up to go rinse out the last of the uneaten paste from his bowl while continuing the conversation. "Yeah, I've only met Kaplan that one time, really." And boy was he a dick then, too.

He throws a look over his shoulder. "Shepherd? Yeah, Tommy's cool." And if Sonic hangs out with him, that means Billy doesn't have to threaten him to be nice to his friend. Good. "He and I would walk the beach sometime when we can't sleep. Mostly after that volcano bullshit."

And he also helped him out with what was apparently a PTSD moment in the showers of all places down in the Warrens. "He's hella speedy though. Like a human version of Speedy Gonzales."

He can't help it, he's a prickleboy.

"I don't know who that is, but Tommy and I race sometimes! Kinda hard to make a regular thing of it when the Agrii keep locking us up in tiny spaces, though."

Like sure, the ship's big, but it's not big enough for races at ridiculous speeds.

"Magical guy. Pretty sure he's Shepherd's brother." Billy's about 95% certain of that at least. There's a lot to keep up with on who's all here from the same place and their relations. Billy scrapes the uneaten paste from his bowl and starts cleaning it in the sink.

"Yeah? Too bad we can't alter the ships on the inside to give you guys a bigger track or some shit."

The bowl gets set down and Billy lifts his arms to stretch out some of the kinks trying to settle in his back. His shirt goes with it, letting heavily scarred skin peek out on his sides. Like something tried to tear into him but obviously failing since he was still around.

"Yeah, I know magic Billy. I mean Speedy Gonzalez?"

For all he knows, that's an actual dude. A super fast mouse wouldn't be too crazy where he's from.

"But yeah, an indoor track would be killer! Probably wouldn't be safe though, one misstep and one of us might end up punching a hole through the hull..."

He trails off a bit, catching sight of Good Hair Billy's horrible scarring. He tilts his head, maybe staring a bit while he tries to get a better look. Damn bro what chewed you up?

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Yeah. Magic Billy. And yeah, Speedy Gonzales. That's a name he hasn't heard in awhile, but Hargrove doesn't watch cartoons. That shit's for babies.

"Well no shit. You'd have to make something where you can't slam through the hull and kill the rest of us with the vacuum of space and lack of oxygen."

Billy knows that he dies when he gets home. Rather not speed up that process. He looks over and notes Sonic staring before stiffening and pulling his shirt down. "The fuck are you staring at, land urchin?"

(Big whoops that wasn't supposed to be default icon :( )

"Uh, you? Sorry, I thought that was obvi-- land urchin?? Damn, that's actually a good one..."

Bravo Billy. Well, might as well be a rude, blunt little jackass. Sonic kinda vaguely motions at his own midsection, "you get all those scars here?"

It wouldn't be too crazy, considering the monsters and stuff.

Billy thinks his rude remark is enough to end the conversation. It's not, of course, though Sonic at least takes the insult in stride. His hands go still at the question. Part of him wants to lash out and snap, but what good would that do? He wouldn't be able to avoid the hedgehog while they were trapped on the ship.

"No." Very blunt, but also very tense. "Those things from the portals... that shit's from my world. I got bandaged up when I was dropped in here."

"Yeah, you mentioned the portals were from your world. I think I can do the math form there."

No need to ask Good Hair to elaborate, obviously something chewed him up pretty bad. Honestly, he doesn't want to pry any more than he already has anyway.

Thank God Sonic doesn't want him to elaborate. Billy doesn't know if he can handle trying to recall the story. Even the whole... hell, however long it was leading up to the Fourth of July was hazy in some parts, and blank in others.

Finished with his task, Billy pulls his shirt down to secure his skin from view, and heads towards the door. "If you need me for pilot shit, I'll be on the beach, land urchin." The name is said not meanly this time, tagging it more like a nickname now instead of an insult. "You'll be the first I call if I see Toupee wandering around though."

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