Little details/things to think about/things to appreciate in Motorcity:
- Mike is always dropping un-prompted compliments into conversations with his friends (calling Dutch “the best mechanic in Motorcity” in “Like Father, Like Daughter”, calling Chuck a genius in “Vega”, etc). It’s really sweet. X3
- The Duke’s security system said “Ouch” when Julie shorted it out in “The Duke of Detroit”
- Mike is very protective of his bobblehead dog. He held onto it during the Detroit Doom Jump, so it wouldn’t get damaged in the explosion. And he made sure to take it with him even when he abandoned Mutt in the finale. He really loves that thing.
- In “Vega” when the Duke is proposing that they team up, it looks like Roth and Cyborg Dan are about to fight. Do they have beef with each other? XD
- In “Like Father, Like Daughter” when they’re all discussing what they would do to torment Kane, Chuck is the only one whose idea would have instantly killed him
- In Texas’ imagination sequence in “Texas-ify It” everyone else gets carried (semi)comfortably on Texas’ back, while Chuck gets dragged behind him like a sack of potatoes. Even in an imaginary scenario Chuck can’t catch a break.
- Chuck only has nine toes, and he’s afraid of cats. These are both canon facts that the show mentions once, then never brings up again.
- Claire was just casually watching cartoons, while everyone else was fighting for their lives with the climator. XD
- The show never states or gives any hint that Motorcity has any sort of government
- Claire was so excited to help during the big battle at the climax of “Julie and the Amazons”. It’s cute. :3
- Based on “The Duke of Detroit” and “Vendetta” it seems Chuck has a big appetite
- Chuck and Texas are both visibly amused by Julie’s “Their moms forgot to pick them up from hockey practice” joke in “The Duke of Detroit”
- Kaia sounds so awkward when speaking to Mike after she left him for dead. Like she legitimately didn’t think he’d survive and now she doesn’t know what to say upon seeing that he has.
- Kane hates cars and banned them... but he’s actually a really good driver?
- Mike is the only one of the Burners who doesn’t have friends outside the group
- Claire seems a lot more receptive to Chuck’s advances when he acts more confident (see “Fearless” and the ending of “Reunion”)
- Chuck and Claire both like puns (see “Ride of the Fantasy Vans” and “Mayhem Night”)
- Mike stress-cleans
- Most animal species are probably extinct in the show’s setting
- The brown parts of the Duke’s hair don’t seem to be attached to the blond parts. They look like extensions.
- Julie has a paper with little cat sketches on it pinned to her bedroom wall. Did she sketch them herself? Or was it one of her friends?
- Julie wears high heels, but is still the shortest person in her friend group
- In “Julie and the Amazons” Claire could have said “Then you met the Burners” or “Then you came to Motorcity” instead of “Then you met Mike” and gotten the same point across. But she felt the need to single Mike out. My Jukebox brain refuses to let that go. X3
- Jacob suffers from chronic night terrors (see “The Robo-Roundup”) :(
- Jacob immediately goes to Mike for comfort when it seems like the Mama’s Boys have killed Roth
- The location captions in “Threat Level: Texas” are perfect. “The Duke’s Stupid House” is my favorite. XD
- In “Mayhem Night” Mike says “You remember last year” when addressing the whole group. The Burners were definitely already formed by Halloween of the previous year.
- Julie seemed pretty happy about Claire kissing Chuck. Does she ship them as much as Mike does?
- Dutch was so ready to throw hands with the Duke in the finale
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“-and that's why I ain't allowed in Pier Point no more!” Boothill throws his head back and cackles, somehow completely comfortable on the bare floor of the archives. He's the very picture of ease, his arms behind his head, his legs bent and crossed.
Dan Heng barely looks up from his notebook, not much surprises him anymore after the first few tales of lawless exploits. “So they really have that many laws and restrictions there.”
“And prob’ly a few more now that I've been through there! Heck, ya think they named any after me? I'm hopin’ so.” There's so much smug cockiness seeping through his voice Dan Heng could bottle it.
Silence settles in, stretches out. Dan Heng doodles pensive circles in the corner of his page.
He shouldn't ask. It's a private matter. It's none of his business. He of all people should know-
Something pokes his shoe, and when he looks up, Boothill has stretched one arm up to tap metallic fingertips against his foot. “Ain't like ya to hesitate.” With his head tipped back on the tiles and gazing at him upside down, Boothill's hair is out of his face and spooling out all over the floor, offering a rare view of his right side. His right eye is sealed over with a pitch-black patch, stark against his skin. Dan Heng wonders what he looks like behind it. “C'mon, then, out with it. Spill the beans, brother, just say it.”
“What does ‘Boothill’ mean?”
The man blinks at him, the crosshair in his cybernetic left eye flickering. Dan Heng shifts, smooths out his long coat. “I tried to look it up once. It's not in any database as a name...other than your wanted posters.” There's a thread beginning to fray near the hem, he should sew it up. “I couldn't find it anywhere.”
He nearly takes it back, but- “Heh, ya that curious about me, darlin’?”
Dan Heng quickly levels his face into the most impassive, nonplussed expression he can muster, but Boothill has already turned away, head pillowed on his arms and face once again turned to the ceiling.
“But nah, ya wouldn't. Hah, like they'd allow any record of the language, fudgeheads.” One arm sweeps around blindly until it finds the edge of Boothill's hat, sets it back where it belongs on his head. Dan Heng shuffles around, scoots a little closer, but the brim is pulled too low to see his eyes anymore.
“It's ‘cause it's not a name. It's a noun.” All that's visible of his face is a sharp grin, pulled too tight at the edges.
“It's my people's word for a grave.”
Dan Heng's pencil stops.
“It's the kinda grave fer someone who died with their boots on. If ya catch my drift there.” Boothill's foot starts to bounce. “There was a war, and it got reeeeeal intense, yup. Folks started droppin’ like flies, ‘n’ there was bodies faster'n what we could bury ‘em.” A cooling fan kicks on somewhere. Dan Heng is pretty sure it's not any of the Express equipment.
“We lost some real good people there, real good. Mighty shame.” His hidden Vidyadhara ears detect a quiet metallic click, a whir, pressurized gas. Boothill's next words waft steam from his angry circuits into the air. “When I left, I decided to leave my name there, too. Didn't feel right otherwise. The life I lead now is a whole ‘nother existence.” And then Boothill turns his head, raises his hat, and Dan Heng suddenly feels pinned dead center, caught in that crosshair.
“Ya know what I mean, don'tcha?”
Dan Heng swallows.
Does Boothill know? Who he is and who came before him? There had been that moment in the Penacony Grand Theater, after he activated the Jade Abacus… Dan Heng had tried to shoo him out, keep him from seeing anything, but Boothill has the astounding ability to turn up exactly wherever people are trying to keep him away from.
If he did see, does he actually understand it? Does he know what a High Elder is? Does he know about the sedition of Imbibitor Lunae, the transmutation arcanum, everything Dan Feng had done and Dan Heng was punished for?
He doesn't want to explain it all. Not now. Possibly not ever, truth be told.
And it's not the same as Boothill leaving behind his old identity when whatever event happened that caused him to leave home. Not really. But…
But so far, Boothill has slid so easily into Dan Heng’s routine. His presence never feels like an intrusion. He's already figured out what he can push and when to back down. And even Dan Heng finds himself able to roll with whatever punches Boothill throws with baffling ease. They share too much in their methods and ideologies, and sometimes Dan Heng knows what Boothill will do seemingly before even Boothill himself knows.
“...Tell me about Talia and the Nailscrap Town.” Boothill must know he's avoiding the topic. He must. But the man just throws his head back and cackles, melting easily back into what they had been doing before, as he speaks fondly of a planet that Dan Heng has never visited.
Not today. But.
Dan Heng inches just a little closer, just enough to nudge his foot against a metal leg. Boothill doesn't pull away.
Maybe someday.
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