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milliways_bar2011-02-15 08:01 pm
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So last night D0G... noticed Vergil. Really noticed Vergil. At which point the Huragok gave him what might be the nicest present he's ever gotten from anyone, ever.
D0G's got to do something for Vergil in return. Something as wonderful as the upgrade Vergil gave him. But what? He's no good at building. But maybe he can find things for Vergil to build with.
To that end, D0G is combing through the Milliways garage, rummaging around for anything that the Huragok would consider interesting to repair and/or take apart. He's botherable, but you might want to avoid standing too close just now--there's a lot of metal flying in his wake.
[Open forever. Tinytag: Valentine's Day Plot]
D0G's got to do something for Vergil in return. Something as wonderful as the upgrade Vergil gave him. But what? He's no good at building. But maybe he can find things for Vergil to build with.
To that end, D0G is combing through the Milliways garage, rummaging around for anything that the Huragok would consider interesting to repair and/or take apart. He's botherable, but you might want to avoid standing too close just now--there's a lot of metal flying in his wake.
[Open forever. Tinytag: Valentine's Day Plot]
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It might just be bad planning that she's carrying around one gauntlet--particularly complex as far as machinery goes--off her arm as she searches.
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It sort of rings in the garage environment. "The hell is going on down here?"
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She's definitely rethinking the notion that the garage can't be any worse than the main bar room.
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He's not as tall as a Sentinel, and has a decidedly different build, or she'd be doing some quick running away.
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"Parts. Parts to do what with?" Is she even right on parts? Hell, she might be talking nonsense to the robot. (The fact she's talking to one at all, at least one without a person inside it, is a little outside her range to process right now.)
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Bwroooo... The noise he makes is almost a lovesick sigh.
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"Vergil is...your...friend?" she tries. Robots in love. Oh good god, what will people do next?
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She's holding that arm cover tight to her stomach. Making a new one would be a royal pain.
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"Of what?"
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Even if it has been very nice so far.
"Uh. Well, I don't really know Vergil...but if he likes to take stuff apart, maybe I can get you like an unused comm? I don't know, does he fix stuff, or just like to play with it?"
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"Uh. Okay. So. How many did you want?"
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"Is that okay?"
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"So, uh. Is Vergil another robot like you?"
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V-E-R-G-I-L I-S O-R-G-A-N-I-C R-O-B-O-T
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"Organic...robot?" Blink. Blink blink. "I have no idea what that means."
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Yeah, she's way out of her depth here, but thankfully before things can get much more awkward the elevator stops. "I'll have to meet him soon. He sounds pretty cool, and hey, any excuse to clean out my dorm. And I'm really babbling at you, I'm sorry."
The robot thing is hard for her to get over.
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(Whether he understands everything he listens to is another story entirely.)
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"Does all this stuff work for you?"
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