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There's an Ace! In the bar! Yes, I know it's been done.
She's at the bar itself, reading yet another book (thank goodness this one doesn't involve time travel), and sipping on a drink that looks vaugely purple, in certain lights.
She probably won't bite if approached.

(ooc: Mun is attempting to get life in order before her flight tomorrow, so replies will be slow for most of the night. Please distract me from packing!)

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"Predictable human patterns." Ace corrects, mentally berating herself for leaving that out. "Like not blowing oneself up."

"Personally, I would never completely trust a human to not do that." KARR chuckles quietly to himself, his scanner flicking back and forth steadily.

"You can usually trust a pyro." Ace informs him, however incorrectly. "We like to see things go up in flame, not be the thing that goes up in flame."

"Unfortunately, that could still leave me as a potential target."

"And you're how much faster than me?" Ace asks, curiously. "Besides, if you really saw me as that much of a threat, why not take me out? Should be simple enough for someone with as much armor as you."

"It would all depend on if you surprised me or not, really. As for taking you ought-honestly I'd rather not, because for some strange reason I find you tolerable at the very least, and I have the feeling security still might come down on me for having another patron's various body parts and the like on my prow."

Ace staaaaares.
"You're the most highly advanced AI I've ever seen or heard about, and you don't know any non-lethal methods of taking someone out of the game for a while?" She's back to wondering what sort of sadists created Kitt and Karr, anyway. Crazy ones, from the sound of it.

"If you were about to blow me up, I most definitely wouldn't want to switch to human form, and I probably wouldn't have much time to react fast enough to...I don't know, hit you with a door panel. I don't even know how effectively that could really be, especially considering someone could use it as an opportunity to get into my cabin. Really, running into someone is the safest method if they're trying to kill you, I think."

"Hang about... you can change into human form too?" Ace is utterly distracted from the argument at hand. Ah well.

"Yes. Kitt gave me the coding for it several weeks ago." His scanner fades out for a moment. Apparently, human form isn't a happy subject for him.

"Oh dear." Ace has come to realize that Karr's scanner light is a fairly good predictor of mood. That didn't look good at all. "Did I say sommat wrong?"

"No, it's just that human form hasn't been a particularly pleasant experience for me. Even getting drunk led to this damned hangover."

Ace stares.
"You became human... so you could get drunk? There are decidedly better things you could do with yourself." She observes, drily. "And have you checked to see if any of the magic users in the bar have a cure? Seems like a rather useful thing for them to know."

KARR's scanner reappears, tracking back and forth slowly. "At the time, being drunk was far more preferable than being sober. And no, I haven't asked any of the magic users for a cure yet. I did ask Tony for suggestions, though."

"Tony?" Vaugely she remembers someone named Tony. "Well... I suppose asking someone with experience in the area is a good idea..." she muses, doubtfully. "And what problems? The bar's been pretty quiet lately... which is worrisome all in itself."

"He has experience with drinking, although he's given up alcohol for Lent." KARR sighed in frustration. "Problems stemming from the whole Valentine's Day mess."

(ooc: In that icon, is Karr covered in... sand? *blink*)

"Ah, and the circle of horrendous Valentines nights continues. You're officially the... fourth person I've heard this from. Not including me. I wonder how many people got hit?" she wonders.

KARR sighs again, sounding irritable. "I know of a fifth," he admits. "Bonnie, Kitt's technician."

(ooc: *adds another tape to her 'must see' list* This place is giving me so much homework... *grin*)

Ace blinks. She has a very sneaking suspicion about how Karr might know about Bonnie's misadventures, but she can't think of a way to phrase it that won't get her run over by an angry car. He doesn't sound entirely calm at the moment.
"Is that so? The numbers keep rising." She comments non-committally.

"Unfortunately. I think I'll be hating Valentine's Day from now on."

"Join the club, mate. I think there's t-shirts." Ace retorts drily.

"If it wasn't for Eris offering to potentially hurt Eros herself, I'd suggest organizing a lynch mob again."

"Eros? You mean the god of... oh." And the light, it dawneth. "I thought there was no business in the bar, or does that only apply to mortals?"

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