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ceasetoexist) wrote2011-08-06 01:12 pm
ceasetoexist) wrote2011-08-06 01:12 pm
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47 - Action
[Well, Pokey certainly hadn't been expecting to get anything in the mail today, especially since he hadn't gotten anything for the last event. So seeing the child-sized crate on his lawn took him slightly by surprise.
Which didn't stop him at all from opening it. And just staring, dully, at its contents.]
A. Action; Locked to 502 Ricardo Street
[Hey housemate(s?). Feel free to notice the fact that there's a child-sized, humanoid robot currently busy cleaning the kitchen. Exactly how much progress it's making is somewhat debatable, considering it's working on cleaning the dishes and has a 1-1 record on successfully cleaning a dish, and accidentally breaking on.]
B. On the front porch of 502 Ricardo Street
[Well, it's lunch time, and for most kids, that means sandwiches. So nothing odd to see here. It's just a blue-skinned boy and his robot, having some sandwiches.
Or, uh, the robot is. Pokey finished his and is currently staring at the bologna sandwich the robot seems to be eating. It isn't long before his hand goes for it, trying to take it away from the robot. The robot doesn't seem very eager to let him have it.]
Let go! You're a robot! You don't need it as much as I do!
C. Grocery Shopping
[If you're at the grocery today, feel free to notice the kid sitting in a shopping cart as it's being pushed by a robot. They can first be found just tearing around the parking lot, the kid standing up in the cart as the robot pushes it, laughing his ass off and demanding for the robot to go faster. Of course, this ends relatively quickly when the robot accidentally runs the cart into something, knocking Pokey back on his ass into the cart.
When they actually do go into the store, it doesn't go much better. Pokey's at least realized it's a good idea to be out of the cart by this point. Which was a smart move. Considering there's so much more to possibly ram into, the robot is having a harder time maneuvering the cart, and ends up ramming it into something, be it an aisle, or a display, or another cart, every few seconds. Pokey, of course, decides to help the robot the best way he knows how.]
Oh wow, amazing. Yeah. You can't even work a shopping cart right. I'm really glad I got you back.
Which didn't stop him at all from opening it. And just staring, dully, at its contents.]
A. Action; Locked to 502 Ricardo Street
[Hey housemate(s?). Feel free to notice the fact that there's a child-sized, humanoid robot currently busy cleaning the kitchen. Exactly how much progress it's making is somewhat debatable, considering it's working on cleaning the dishes and has a 1-1 record on successfully cleaning a dish, and accidentally breaking on.]
B. On the front porch of 502 Ricardo Street
[Well, it's lunch time, and for most kids, that means sandwiches. So nothing odd to see here. It's just a blue-skinned boy and his robot, having some sandwiches.
Or, uh, the robot is. Pokey finished his and is currently staring at the bologna sandwich the robot seems to be eating. It isn't long before his hand goes for it, trying to take it away from the robot. The robot doesn't seem very eager to let him have it.]
Let go! You're a robot! You don't need it as much as I do!
C. Grocery Shopping
[If you're at the grocery today, feel free to notice the kid sitting in a shopping cart as it's being pushed by a robot. They can first be found just tearing around the parking lot, the kid standing up in the cart as the robot pushes it, laughing his ass off and demanding for the robot to go faster. Of course, this ends relatively quickly when the robot accidentally runs the cart into something, knocking Pokey back on his ass into the cart.
When they actually do go into the store, it doesn't go much better. Pokey's at least realized it's a good idea to be out of the cart by this point. Which was a smart move. Considering there's so much more to possibly ram into, the robot is having a harder time maneuvering the cart, and ends up ramming it into something, be it an aisle, or a display, or another cart, every few seconds. Pokey, of course, decides to help the robot the best way he knows how.]
Oh wow, amazing. Yeah. You can't even work a shopping cart right. I'm really glad I got you back.
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He's a janitor bot? Did you build him?
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Yeah. I did.
[He clearly isn't proud of it.]
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Wow, Pokey! All by yourself? You're so smart!
[Hesitantly reaching out to poke the robot.]
what's his name?
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Yep. All by myself.
[Pokey shrugs a bit.]
...I dunno. Never gave him one.
[The robot just sits still as the little girl pokes him, though he teeters back a little at the actual touch before righting itself.]
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Everyone needs a name.
[Hmm...]
Can I name him?
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[Pokey shrugs.]
Sure. That's fine with me.
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[Excited now. She is gonna give him the
stupidestbest name.]Umm.... how about.... Sir Cecil Shufflebottom. The third.
[Did she just name your robot the same way she names her stuffed animals for tea parties? Yes. Yes she did.]
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Sure. Cecil it is.
Calling him "Sir" is a bit much for a janitor though, isn't it?
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But the title makes him sound cool. He can be a knight of... of cleaning. Or something.
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[Right now, as he watches the robot accidentally walk into the door and knock itself out, "cool" certainly isn't what he'd call it.]
...Heh. Sure. "Sir" Cecil it is.
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Is he okay?