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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 8, 2020 15:36:57 GMT -6
INCOGNITO MODECARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Hat? Check. Oversized glasses and an inconspicuous trenchcoat? Also check.
"Good lord, how has nobody come to patch this place up until now?"
Vocal filters...? Check.
Carro had grown restless. He had lost track of time, but he knew he'd been in hiding for too long. But it was too risky to head outside! If someone connected the dots between his android form and his identity and it spread through the public, Carro was convinced it'd be curtains for him- for real this time. But there was a simple solution- he just had to not be Carro. Donning a navy blue trench-coat with other equally 'inconspicuous' gear covering all of his robotic body but his face, Carro had finally taken to the streets. He'd also managed to modulate his tone to sound somewhat deeper, enough so that it would be difficult for strangers to tell it was the President's voice.
Even when he was laying low, it was impossible not to hear of the attempted, baseless siege on Ginger town by some Saiyan mercenary's hands. Ignoring the implications of the perpetrator's identity and the other Saiyan fiends on Earth, there was the duty of repairing what damages had been done. Though the worst of it had been prevented, weeks later Carro found himself disgusted to see some buildings still crumbled, shelters still flooded with residents. Even if he clearly was not the resurrected President, he wanted to help.
A small armada of Plexbits scurried through the village. Some hauled along materials in piles ten times their size to mold onto broken buildings while others ferried crates of supplies to the places in need their boss had listed. Seeing so many scuttling along on-duty was like looking into an ant farm! The former saiyan himself was scribbling away at a clipboard beside a well-dressed human doctor beside a row of trucks full of medical supplies. "Thanks so much again for your donations, sir- We've been running low on food for our patients, this should last us another two weeks." Carro managed a smile, looking up from the papers he had to sign to the hospital nearby. "Ah, it's no problem. It's my duty as a manager at Crop Co. to help with things like this. Please, if you need anything else, just give us a ring."
"I hope I won't have to. Another attack wouldn't be ideal." The earthling gave a meek laugh, glancing away to the distant sparks of the Plexbits repairing the scenery. Carro sighed and looked astray as well. "You're tellin' me. These are frightful times." Anything that could have gone wrong did go wrong. "Mm-hmm..." The doctor paused. Carro twiddled his thumbs as awkward silence sunk in. "...But it's alright for us all to be scared. I'm scared. But that brings us all together when it really counts, it seems. I'm sure you've got people counting on you in there too, doctor. We'll do our darndest to pull through." The human glanced back to the tiny android, managing a weak smile. "Indeed. It's been a pleasure meeting you... Uh... Pardon me, but what was your name?" Carro froze. "I don't mean to pry, but you're an android, right? Why do you need glasses?"
"...Lllleeek. L.E.E.K. It stands for Law-EnforcEment-Keeper. That's my model line." He couldn't pull the "Leek Soywalker" card this time, his fellow Earthlings knew about the Star Warriors movies. That and it'd be an oddly human name for a manufactured android to have. Still, he managed to improvise with a nervous smile. "As for my glasses, it's for style! I think they look nice." The doctor stared for a moment, but shrugged off the little android. "Well, it's been a pleasure, Leek. Take care out there."
With a wave goodbye, "Leek" trotted back off towards the swarms of Plexbits. From his bag he pulled out another stack of papers, fliers advertising help wanted for volunteers. He'd dotted them across the village and Central City already to see if anyone else out there wanted to help fix up Ginger Town, but nobody had shown up yet in the past hour of work... He sighed, taping another flyer to a nearby lamppost. Surely it was only a matter of time!
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Jan 8, 2020 23:36:48 GMT -6
PL: 11,250
Transformation: not active
notable traits: Anti sense.
"Thank you for the booze, and don't make fun of my height ever again- not that it offends me, it's just rude, thank you!" and after those words the door closed with a slam as Ghetti walked out with a can of BEER- not the most fun name...Ghetti liked the beer's with the more fun names but she had to settle for something easy to carry- all the fancy stuff came in small and in tiny glasses, so she'd have to deal. She walked down the street downing the liquor, putting her arm over her mouth when she needed to burp. she didn't have anything to do today and she wasn't nearly drunk enough to start random karaoke- guess it was people watching time while wandering the streets.
Eventually after she got about 200 steps in she came across some automaton and a pole they were messing with- a bit woozy from drinking she went to grab the flier assuming it would be up and set when she did- but she ended up grabbing it just as the android had been in the process of taping it up- ripping it between the two of them. "Oh- I'M sorry, it was MY fault for being clumsy! I'm sooorry everybody." Ghetti spoke with slurred words and a facetious tone- also in the immediate area it had just been the android and herself- so the drawn out apology seemed a tad bit unnecessary.
Her eyes blinked independently as she stared at the android before looking at the ripped flyer in her hands- unable to make out what it said because of her clumsiness. "Is this a uh... *hic* a bounty poster? you need someone assassinated, automaton? who is it!?" Ghetti would invade the androids personal space by leaning as she questioned the automaton- her eyes narrowed around the green monitor and HUD of it, all the while realizing for maybe the first time ever she was looking down on someone. "...huh?" she had to double take to realize that the android was actually shorter than her- it made her giggle- this was one of the most rare occurrences, must be her lucky day!
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 9, 2020 1:22:10 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Today was going to be a good day- he could feel it. Sure, nobody had shown up for an hour so far to volunteer, which was saddening, but they were making progress AND nobody had done anything stupid yet! Carro sighed in contentment, whistling the Majin Bros. tune to himself as he started his productivity again with a poster to the lamppost...
The rip of paper snapped Carro from his hopeful daze. He froze. Why did he assume he could have nice things? Internal dying aside, he'd turn and take a step back from the odd alien. "Uhhhhhhh..." "Leek" stared in a mixture of annoyance and concern at the tipsy woman. The last thing he planned to deal with today was drunkenness. He'd just direct her to a nearby inn to rest up and be back to work, this was as bad as things would get today.
Then Ghetti opened her mouth. Carro's pixellated eyes shrunk in horror. "W-WHAT?!? Gods no!! W-Why the HELL would I wish something that abominable upon anyone!?!" A bounty?! For assassination?!? From HIM?!? Carro clenched his metallic digits into fists, eyes trembling with anger as he took a step forward, sticking his own face right back into Ghetti's own personal space. Given his newfound personal experience with death, the mere thought of killing was ten times as terrifying as before- and before he was already disgusted at the thought of blood on his hands.
It didn't take long for reason to start to snap back at his trauma, though. This woman was clearly drunk, and not thinking reasonably. "...Ugh. I'm really sorry for raising my voice. Today's been fairly stressful, I-I let my emotions get the better of me." He slinked back and rubbed his head with his apology. Still, the red flags her words implied were too concerning for him to dismiss yet. A mercenary had attacked Ginger Town- if she was a bounty hunter, it was possible she could know or be in the same group as the perpetrator.
But first things first, he had to clear his own side up. "Anyways... These are fliers for volunteer community work. This village was attacked by an outlaw awhile ago, and we're looking for people who want to help repair the damages and aid those left in need!" The android's voice bubbled with gleeful hope as he spoke of helping people. Determined sparks flickered in his eyes, though they faded after a moment. "Right now it's just me and the rest of these guys at work. But you probably should lie down somewhere, miss. You, uh, seem to be... quite drunk. Time and rest is the best cure to intoxication." He turned, gesturing back to the packs of tiny drones scurrying around. If she really was a bounty hunter that killed for cash, Carro doubted the woman would be selfless enough to help him for no reward but the thanks of the civilians. Even then, safety protocol strictly prohibited intoxication on-duty. Maybe he'd be lucky and she'd be on her merry way now...
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Post by Reno on Jan 9, 2020 1:52:27 GMT -6
Seeing he was near ginger town he figured he would stop by, his capsule was starting to fill up and he might need to get another. Perhaps it was time to get one of those that had a house stored inside of them? It would be quite useful since he always lived out of the city's and having a nice bed would quite delightful he thought, his back already getting warm tingles at the thought of sleeping in a nice bed. Reality however had something else to say apparently, his eyes catching sight of the destruction as he flew closer to the city. It was only as he got closer did see all the damage for what it really was, another attack that he had been unaware had occurred. While much of the city still seemed to be alright the damage that was there was visible form anywhere in the city, the tower buildings that once stood their collapsed and empty for all to see. Moving closer he noticed one of the many robots moving around and working to fix the damage, the variety of them doing all their tasks was interesting for him.
"hmmm I wonder if they have buttons like other machines"
He mumbled out lout to himself as he float down to one of the smaller ones, his decent just above the robot to avoid being spotted. Wasting little time he quickly reached down to pick up the small guy ignoring any protests form it as he inspected it. His eyes searching for a button or label to understand how it worked. It was only after not spotting one that he finally put it back down and allow it to get back to work, his eyes moving to another nearby bot to make it work. Moving closer he followed the robots around as he tired to learn more, his random wondering finally leading him to Carro. It was only on seeing the guest with the small robot that he grew alarmed, the small alien in front of him was none other then the one he had meet when he had gotten drunk. It was a memory he rather not return to as much to his surprise that long island iced tea were in fact a alcoholic drink with no tea in them, a fact that made him feel like some random hill billy when the bar tender had told him when he was fished out of the ice machine. He was rather glad no one but the owner had seen his sorry excuse for a person stumble out of the store.
"You! Why are you here and why are you still drunk!"
He yelled as he stared at the alien in front of him, his mind trying to figure out just how likely the odds where he would meet the same alien again. It was even more unlikely they would be drunk yet again, his mind silently wondering if they where always intoxicated as he stared pointing at her.
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Jan 9, 2020 21:57:06 GMT -6
Carro would notice- despite the woman's flustered cheeks and dimmed eyes, her posture and balance was surprisingly in place. Her words were slurred and her attention was skippy at best, but her motor skills didn't suffer at all. When Carro got back into the blue drunks face she didn't bother taking her personal space into her own hands given that the androids face was in fact a monitor and not an actual face- it was strangely...comfortable in a way- but her nose at this point was pressed up against the screen. That being said, Ghetti wasn't sure what got him so upset- she was actually going to give a simple answer to his question- that was up until he apologized for getting so loud to begin with- he mentioned it was something of a long day and his emotions got the better of him, it made Ghetti chuckle.
"Well-uh DUH! your emotions are the best part about you! why wouldn't they get the better of you...?"
This was an interesting claim of Ghetti; given even she herself suppressed her emotions when she was on the job, but when she wasn't hunting someone- she was as goofy or as open as the next blue, karaoke loving alien.
With that out of the way she was able to hear the android out on what the fliers had actually been for- it was actually very interesting, didn't involve taking the head of a very important business man or anything like that, sounded therapeutic in a way actually...at least from her perspective considering her dilemma. "So some jerkwad blew up some place..." she would say looking down at her can of BEER, swishing around the drop or two left in the can as she thought about how she could help- actually she should easily be able to help, she was still pretty strong, she had to wonder who this thug was that did all this- but it didn't really matter. It was then the android gave it's opinion on Ghetti's current state of intoxication that she should rest it off- which of course she wasn't going to do. She would chuckle a bit before pressing her index finger on the monitor of the android- where his mouth...would be.
"Shush shush shush...listen, I know how it may seem- because I am...REALLY drunk...but what you may not realize is, this only has effect on my pheromones- but not my motor skills, I can even SEE perfectly! I can help rebuild a few houses or save some cats from trees just fine, don't you worry your green worried- somewhat adorable little speakers~"
Ghetti reassured the android with a giddy grin on her face- as she waited for a response from the android a familiar face appeared and called her out on her drunken state. She didn't expect to see a familiar face so soon, it actually made her kind of happy.
The drunken short alien would gasp at his visage before rejoicing in his presence waddling forward before flying up slightly to give him a hug. "Oh my goodness...! Look! it's that redhead that sung with meeee!" She said as she flew into his arms then back onto the ground. "I am not still drunk...I am drunk...again! and the reason is from drinking booze! obviously! jeez, I thought you were more brainy than me but- heh if you couldn't figure that one out...!" she began mumbling to herself up until she remembered the androids request- which made her beam and spin on her heel to look at the tall redhead again. "Oh wait! that reminds me! You have to help, this poor, short- very short android was putting up fliers to help uh- I dunno rebuild a city for charity or something! you gotta come with us!" |
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 9, 2020 23:10:20 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
Carro raised a brow- thankfully the woman wasn't bothered by his outburst, but her stance on emotions was mildly concerning. But he couldn't be spending time lecturing a stranger on the importance of rationale alongside emotion and dangers of impulsiveness when there was a town to repair. He furrowed his pixellated brows and remained silent.
Though when he explained the state of poor Ginger Town, he was pleasantly surprised by the apparent concern this mercenary had for it. "Some jerkwad certainly tried to. Thankfully they were told off before they could level the entire village, but innocents were still hurt- many lost their homes, and others died in the crossfire. Hundreds are suffering just because some asshole wanted a quick buck. It could have easily been much worse, but..." Carro seething at the mere thought of the attacker. Thin wisps of smoke trickled from the vents in the side of his head as his anger bubbled again, causing the disguised President to clutch the papers in his hands tighter. He caught himself in his thinking and shook his head to compose himself. "His exact identity is unknown, but it was a saiyan, transformed into an Oozaru. Standard armor, reddish hair, some scars." Reports from surviving eyewitnesses were vague with specifics. "Giant monkey" was what most descriptions amounted to.
Still, he couldn't be taking drunk volunteers- he didn't want any rebuilt roofs to be as tipsy as this woman. But the robot was promptly shushed with a finger to his digitized mouth, causing him to flinch backwards- A menu popped open on his facial screen, listing several facets of settings. The android winced, quickly dismissing the popup with his internal commands. Apparently his face was touchscreen. "Please don't do that." The last thing he needed was to be forced into sleep mode or something.
Ghetti claimed to be perfectly capable in spite of her drunkeness. Carro narrowed his eyes- he wasn't sure if it was genuine or if it was just tipsy overconfidence. But between having his screen accidently fiddled with and being called "adorable" moments later, Carro's train of thought crashed as his once-green face flushed an embarrassed red.
Thankfully the Kais had mercy on the poor android, and another unfamiliar face appeared that took the woman's attention. "Uh... Do y-you know her?" He wearily spoke to Reno, glancing between him and the alien in a silent plea for assistance with her as she opened her mouth again, causing his face to get even redder somehow. "I-I'm not that short...!" Except he was that short.
"But. Uh. Yes. Community work to help repair this village from an attack is a thing, b-but if you have places to be I won't keep you." He pulled up the collar of his coat to cover his face somewhat as it slowly began to shift back to its' usual green. Another mechanical beep caught his attention, followed by a tug of his leg. A canine-esuqe Plexbit barked and buzzed at Carro after getting his attention, glancing between him and Reno in particular. "Ohhhh, I see." Carro nodded, seemingly able to understand the mechanical gibberish. "She said the bots didn't like you poking them, sir. Don't do that please." The robo-dog barked something to Carro again. "--Yes, yes, I can play ball with you when we're done working. I might need a hand in a minute." He gestured with his head to Reno and Ghetti. At least he had the comforting company of his fellow robots in spite of the uncomfortable situation...
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Post by Russ on Jan 10, 2020 23:01:55 GMT -6
Russé PL: 45,000
Russé flew across the sky like his life depended on it, while spending time with Dion he watched the news about a great ape attacked his hometown and in a panic, the hybrid saiyan took off like a bullet to reach for Ginger Town. "Damnit! I was gone for too long, I should've been there to protect the village, please be okay mom and dad.." praying to the Kami's for their safety. As he drew closer to his home, his heart pumped faster in fearing the worst, why didn't he respond to their cry for help when he had the chance, who is responsible for this heartless destruction? Why did it have to be a member of his own race? And how will he make them pay? Once he arrived he caught a glimpse of an army of Plexbits, rather than wondering where they came from, he did not waste any time to run straight for his house which somehow remained intact despite the damages around them, the man approaching the door and knock on it frantically. "Mom, Dad! Are you home!?" he knocked on the door twice and there was no answer, Russé sighed then pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to dial up their number. "Cmon pick up.." placing the device on ear. Elsewhere his parents are looking after the victims of the attack, assisting the staff by bringing those without homes, some food and water, everyone is shaken up by what happened but they kept themselves in high spirits for the most part. "Thanks for the food ma'am!" a civilian received their bag of food and returned to their business. "No problem! Take care of yourself!" Patoa waved them off with a smile, she never stops worrying about the whereabouts of their son, having faith he would return home safely. Doriyoki's is taking care of animals who have become strays from the attack, he would put cats and small dogs in boxes, bringing them over to people who either owned them or may want to take care of them. "I've found these fellas wandering around the street," he told someone who is curious about the animals in the box. "Can I take this one home?" A man scooped up a kitten "Sure!, take good care of it!" He waved them off before returning to his work. Just like his wife he couldn't stop thinking about where did their son ran off to, neither parent have spotted him during the attack, hoping he wasn't in the city when that gigantic monkey showed up. His phone began to ring, he pulled out his phone to check on the caller ID, "Russé?, Hey honey! Russe is okay!" excited to show his wife. The mother rushed over and took the phone in the blink of an eye, "Gimme the phone, I wanna speak to him!" she clicked a button to answer. "Hey, dad are you and mom okay? I came back home and ya'll weren't there" the half saiyan checked their wellbeing. "This is mom dear, thank the kami's you're safe and sound, did you see the news? A great ape attacked our little town.." sadness coated her voice. "Yeah I saw the news, I came here as fast as I could, sorry I wasn't around, I was out hanging with friends, who are these people, they're here to help clean up the town?" describing his experiences at the bar and wondering about the Plexbits
"No No Dont be sorry! I'm just happy you weren't caught by that monster" hearing her son's voice was enough to calm her frantic heart. "Your father and I are also doing our part to help our community, we ginger folks look after one another" maintaining her composure. "Anything I can do to help?" Russé looked around and spotted one of "Leeks"'s fliers placed everywhere on the walls. "Yeah, you see those fliers on the wall? take one of them and ask anyone around the village if they need assistance with picking up trash or getting them food. whatever they need" she instructed. The half saiyan took a flier and examined it, the advertisement to clean up the town is enough to entice him "Alright, I'll see you soon!" hanging up the phone. Russé wondered around the town for a bit to get started, he spotted a drunk woman, another person and the one who is passing out the fliers. "Hey! I've got your flier about fixing up Ginger Town, anything you'd like me to do to help?" he asked Leek. |
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Post by Reno on Jan 12, 2020 15:13:28 GMT -6
He would be lying if he was prepared to meet the blue woman again, his last experience of waking up in the ice bin had been mortifying to say the least. Still he allowed the hug rather then fight it as he listened to her, his eyes still roaming around as he looked at all the damage. Without a doubt the city needed to be rebuilt but he was not one to do things for free however. Perhaps he might be able to offer his ability to help in exchange for one of those robots, if one was custom built for him it would be able to help him with using technology. His inability to use more equipment did not bode well for him for when he finally got a space craft, a mech like the one ordering the ones around would be quite welcome.
"hmmm I think the small ones is putting up flyers to ask for volunteers for the reconstructions. I think putting up the flyers is the easy part and even the small robots could handle it.?"
He replied to Ghetti, his words slow in order to make sure she understand it in her drunken state before turning back the small robot in front of him. It was strange as this robot seemed very human like but perhaps it was simply a very advance model. It was only then the small dog like creature ratted him out, its abnormal way of speaking easily understood by the little one in front of him.
"Sorry about that I grew up with very little technology so it always has me curious when I see it. I don't mind working but I never been one to work for free unless it was personal for me but perhaps a deal can be made? Would it be possible to get a custom robot to help me with technology and to repair it? I am quite sure I can be quite useful in the reconstruction."
He apologized before switch to a more professional tone, his smile growing as he walked of to a large piece of rubble. Reaching down he easily lifts it over his head as to prove his point, large chunk of debris easily weighing over a ton. If to emphasize his point he then floated off with it and placed it where he saw the other robots gathering such rubble. It was not much but their was not doubt his natural strength might speed up the process quite a bit. He would not be very good after everything was cleared out other then to carry material to point a to point b but for now he could easily speed it up by quite a bit.
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Ghetti
Newcomer
PL: 39,984
Adrenaline Punch (x2T)
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Post by Ghetti on Jan 16, 2020 12:43:59 GMT -6
"mmmn..." Ghetti acted as if she was about to fall asleep listening to Reno's summary of the situation. "I mean yeahhh- but obviously we aren't going to be pushing papers onto posts...we gotta help the community and stuff maaan..." She'd say with slurred words- pressing her index finger against Reno's leg- as he was far too tall for her to press against his chest...although she could always float up- but that was too much work for this specific moment. Before she knew it- another person approached with intentions to help the community's wreckage.
"Ah- look- Robo-man another has come to help our...I mean your cause, sorry Reno guess we don't need you after all..." She said waving a dismissive hand as she wandered away from the group to get to work on helping out with the wreckage in place already...that was until she caught site of the canine-like robot that would approach Carro. Ghetti immediately changed the direction of her pace and approached the robo-pup. Bending slightly and resting her hands on her knees, Ghetti pursed her lips and let out a wine of envy looking at the cute automaton. "awww and juss' who ish' dish' little cutie? awww" She reached her hand and pet Carro- yes, she was looking at Carro again as she said this- not paying much attention to the dog...at least it didn't seem like so.
"Are you this puppy's master? aww cuteness must run in the progwamming!" She said attempting to pinch Carro's nonexistent cheeks- but obviously his face was a monitor so she only succeeded in once again running her fingers against the screen again- probably zooming out if that was a feature on the touch screen monitor. "...Ah! You distracted me again! *hic* enough of that now- look at all this work that is to be done, I can't just play with you all day! Jeeez..." Ghetti groaned before finally moving on to the main area where all the wreckage seemed to be. She would attempt to just clear out the immediate area and make ways for people to walk if they needed to search in the broken- beat up housing for whatever reason...huh she was somewhat serious about this actually. |
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Post by Carro Hofferson on Jan 30, 2020 21:18:37 GMT -6
CARRO's PL: 100 (ANTISENSE)
While Ghetti and Reno got re-acquainted, Carro glanced around in silent hope that someone else would come to help him with this budding insanity. He looked down to his clipboard, still chock-full of things he still had to do to patch up the town. Supplies and food still had to be delivered to dozens of other places, repairs had to be completed- the list went on and on. He had doubts in his current 'team's' capabilities, but... Help was help, and he wasn't going to be picky. Especially not after everything else that happened in the past months.
"Yeah, flyers are handled by the Plexbits, don't worry." Carro affirmed, turning the clipboard around. Before he could get into the specifics, another voice pried his attention away. 'Oh thank the Kais,' Carro breathed the biggest internal sigh of relief. Russe's face felt familiar to the disguised leader... He couldn't remember many specifics about the fellow saiyan, but he felt he could safely trust him with some community work. "Hello!" He greeted back to Russe with a wave. "Yeah, we were just about to get to some work. These two, uh, showed up to help also." He gestured to Reno and then tentatively to Ghetti. Two out of three sane people were better than one, he supposed. "While it's off-limits to most folks due to the damages, there's an apartment complex that needs some repairs. Since you're with me and you all seem very capable power-wise, you'll be fine to head in there." He tapped at the side of his head. A projection appeared from a small lens that popped out of a panel on the side of his face, showing a map labeling their location to the distant complex in need of repairs.
Reno spoke up, inquiring about receiving a personal robot with the approach of the canine robot. Closing the holographic map, Carro flipped through a few more papers stacked atop his clipboard. "If you'd like a Plexbit of your own, you could get one back at one of our Crop Co establishments. There is an application and review process for it, though- they're a commitment that you need to take care of too and not like, mindless drones," He put a hand on the robo-dog's head as it nuzzled against his palm. "Plexbits are meant to be respected partners. They're just as smart and alive as anyone else." Even more so in his current state, Carro always had immense appreciation for his company's creations, no matter how large or small.
Ghetti seemed to like the dog, too! He opened his mouth to introduce the drunk to the pup, but froze as his face ran even redder with embarrassment as she pat his head instead... She wasn't talking to the dog. "I s-said don't touch--!!" The flustered android began to protest, trying to jerk his face away as she touched it... That was a mistake.
Combining the recoil of his head and the alien's touch, his screen registered the click on the worst spot possible. "Ugh... I f-feel like I'm.. gonna..." Carro wobbled as his screen dimmed, complete with a loading icon at the top of his face- "SHUTTING DOWN," it read beside a rapidly-filling bar. Of course it had to be the sleep mode setting. Ragdolling onto the ground on his stomach, the glasses taped onto his face fell off as the screen went black... Already his internal consciousness was scrambling to try to turn his body back on, but outside it would make for an awful concerning scene...
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Post by Russ on Mar 4, 2020 17:26:51 GMT -6
Russé PL: 45,000
"Leek's acknowledgment of the two assistants prompted the young boy to shift focus on them, more so at Ghetti in particular who took notice of Russé's arrival, now that he's gotten a closer look at her strange behavior, the latter raised an eyebrow wondering what's up with this lady. Being part-saiyan Russé has a strong sense of smell, nosed scrunched up picking up traces of alcohol from this woman, no further explanation needed, she is intoxicated. Green eyes dragged to the red-haired man, observing him less loopy than the other one "I...think she had too much to drink.." showing mild concern about her well-being. The robot president in disguise tells the group an apartment complex needed repairs, showing them a holographic projection of a map pinpointing to their destination. "Alright, what supplies do we need exactly for building repairs?" having no experience in construction work. Russé took notice of a mechanical canine next to Leek and Reno did as well, the latter asking about how to get a robot pet for himself. The president explained the process of getting their own Plexbit through an application at Crop Co headquarters, it takes commitment to take care of them, "heh, it's just like a real dog" observing Leek petting its head. It's tempting to get a mechanical dog for himself, being able to have a company with him at all times, unfortunately his near-empty wallet told him to decline. The drunk woman continued her questionable antics, trying to touch the president's face errm monitor, finding him to be adorable kind of cute. Russé can tell the little dude felt uncomfortable, if a stranger is in his personal space, he would feel the same, the hybrid felt compelled to say something. "Hey leave him alone! Pretty sure he doesn't like you touching him and making him nervous" a futile attempt of convincing Ghetti to stop her actions, Too late. The president's screen shut down and the poor dude flopped on the ground. "Oh boy, now look what you did!" throwing a quick frown at the drunken shinjin, Russé scurried to check his body trying to find a "switch-on" button somewhere "How do we turn this dude back on?" asking Reno. |
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