Is there some kind of a stamp card or bingo card for all the stuff that pops up outta nowhere here? I mean things to shoot.

At least start giving out carnival prizes.

Private to Mr. Pink

Hey. You holding up?

[occ; forward dated to midday!]

More coffee, Mr. Weasley? You should have another sandwich, Mr. Weasley! May I replace your pen, Mr. Weasley? Are you certain you don't need your coffee refreshed, Mr. Weasley?

No, no, no! Go away!

[Percy sounds angry and frustrated, and his voice is slightly far-off, like he's holding his phone away from his mouth.]

Let me hold that, Mr. Weasley!

Absolutely not!

[Then, closer to the device:]

Do these blasted devices have any way they can be deactivated? Any way at all?

What about a nice sandwich, Mr. Weasley? Are you certain you wouldn't like one?

Please. Any way at all. And please, please hurry.

[ if you're out and about in the city today, you might find your eardrums assaulted by the sound of very loud - and very violent - yelling.

but what else is new?

turn the corner and you'll find yourself a witness to a particularly bad case of robot abuse, as one (1) elliot nightray, gleaming black sword in hand, promptly skewers one of the many robots in the city right through the center. ]

I thought I told you to STOP FOLLOWING ME!

[ it's not actually the same one that was following him five minutes earlier, but like he gives a damn about that. ]

I think these things are trying to help, but I can't be sure. They're not doing a very good job of it. I wonder if my coffee pot will be fixed after midnight.

If anyone sees any in the Hospital, get rid of them.

[It's accidental audio. Charlie's arguing with someone. The other's voice? A bit metallic and whiny. And very, very pushy.]

No, it's hot out. I don't need a sweater.

Take it with you. It might get cold later.

I don't get cold.

Fine. No need to get snippy with me.

I wasn't getting sn--

You ought to let me handle the cooking, dear. You should rest.

This is for my shop. I need to finish this.

There goes your temper again, flaring up for no reason.

[And then silence for a moment. Charlie turns the video on for a reason, pointing it at a nanny-bot thing standing way too close. She's n the Jasmine Dragon, working on new menu items while the shop is closed until further notice. And she's so very calm when she speaks.]

This isn't a temper flare-up, whatever you are.

[And Charlie focuses on the bot, the fire she's pushing instantly flaring up around the thing. Nothing else around it is in fire. Just the robot and it falls after some flailing, bits melting and wires smoking. But it's done moving and this is what Charlie wants. She's not easily annoyed. Anyone that knew her knew that. This thing must have been something special for her to react that way.

She points at it with the knife she'd been chopping onions with.]

That's a temper flare-up.

[What? It deserved it!

Charlie reaches over to shut the device off, smirking just a bit. That...had been kind of fun.]

[ Contrary to what some people might think, Mako actually does not sleep with his scarf. He makes sure to hang it up before climbing into bed. However ... a certain nanny-bot has gotten their hands on it, this is what Mako's woken up to as the sun begins to pop up over the horizon. He's gone and hit his communication device which had been resting on the nightstand in his scramble to get out of bed and ready himself for whatever-in-the-Spirit-World that thing is. It's camera is faced up to the ceiling. ]

Woah woah--! How did you get in here? What are you doing in my room?

--Dare I ask when the last time your scarf was bathed?

Did Bolin let you in? Korra? I bet it was Bolin.

Of course not. I merely opened the door myself. It wasn't hard you know.

Put the scarf down. If you know the way in then I'm sure you know the way out.

I will put your scarf down once I've had it washed and hung to dry. Now then--

I said - Put. The. Scarf. Down.

[ He's calm right now despite the hard tone in his voice. Maybe being firm will work? Now there's an unmistakable sound of fire igniting, the warm glow casting shadow over the ceiling and flickering. If he has to use firebending to get this thing to comply ... then so be it. ]

There's absolutely no need for violence--

[ Feed disconnects, but not before the nanny-bot had given a sharp sound of surprise and the sound of metal connecting with the floor was heard. ]


{ooc; flatmates are welcome to action. this nanny-bot when speaking reminded me of C3P0 idek...}

[ The ground outside is strewn with bits of metal, circuit boards and sheets of iron glinting in the grass covered cracks of sidewalk. At the edge of the screen there's the side of someone's boot, a chipped baseball bat suddenly used to flip the head of a robot over so that it rolls further toward a garbage can.

The bat swings up at the same time as the camera, Bucky settling the former on his shoulder. He's breathing a little bit harder, because clearly someone's just taken his frustrations out on today's curse.

With a smirk. ] Well, I sure feel better.

[ It's like the coffee machine all over again. ]

DELACROIX to NETWORK: 29-08-???? re: A Show



[ The video is taken from above. Marie is perched on the top of a stake of crates, a now customary array of cigarettes and white wine arranged alongside her. Below, milling about on the concrete below, are the robots, asking in cheerful beeping tones, Can I help you? Can I help you? ]

Engage orders 227.

[ Marie's voice, and at her instructions a few of the robots go still. One self-destructs moments later, sending some of its fellows toppling over, shrapnel pieces flying everywhere. The others take on aggressive modes, lashing out at the unsuspecting.

Delacroix sets down the camera, taking up her glass of wine instead, one foot swinging contentedly as she watches the little heard of robots attack and defend one another, each one certain they act on her behalf.

The carnage ends with one injured bot limping impotent circles.

Marie sets down her glass, shifting to take a pistol out of a leg holster. She fires one armor piercing round and the machine goes down. Just as calmly, she tucks the pistol away, takes up her cigarette. ]

Hm.

Do these things come with off-switches? It keeps trying to sing me to sleep. It's only seven thirty.

[And there's a metallic, disjointed, slightly off key lullaby being sung in the background.]

This is creepy as fuck. Seriously creepy as fuck.

Language, young lady.

Fuck you, tin can.

Is that any way for a young lady to t[CLANG!]AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalk. [this is followed by a distant thud.]

[There's running and silence and then Mindy starts laughing.] Holy shit. I got it into the dumpster. Fucking win.

[End audio.]

[Merlin's been keeping to himself - though not really noticeably, just mentally - since he woke up, but now, on a break at work, he idly pokes at the device and starts recording. His expression is soft, perhaps a little sad but mostly... fond, if distant.]

It takes special circumstances to really think of how important memories and people are to you, doesn't it? You never really think about it on any regular day.

Sometimes, I think that maybe you should, but then I never do anyway. It just... slips your mind. But maybe, if you thought about it all the time...

[He pauses, swallows and licks his lips. And takes a deep breath.]

Then they wouldn't be so important anymore.

( Private to Charlie and Arthur )

[VOICE]

Anyone's having trouble, hitting 'em with a bat seems to work pretty well.

Has anyone else been experiencing an unpleasant plague today?

[Turlough is in the workroom of the TARDIS, surrounded by wires and implements. He's more disheveled than usual, his sleeves rolled up and tie loosened. With one hand he's holding down a twitching robot, as the other fishes into its open back panel with a long pair of pliars. It also seems to be held down in one of the workshop vices.]

It took me hours to catch the damn thing.

[Finally Turlough seems to find what he was looking for, and with a strong tug it comes free. The twitching an flashing of lights under his hand finally stills.]



Finally. Maybe I can finally turn this into something interesting. Like a drinks machine.

Dear, you really do need to brush your hair, it's quite a sight.

[Rapunzel sighs, resisting the urge to grumble at the nagging. This is the fourth time she's heard it from her unwanted robotic guest, who she hasn't been able to get to leave.]

I...er...thank you, but I've told you, I already brushed it...several times...

You could really use a haircut. Then you wouldn't need to brush it so much, would you? And do you need to add so much sugar to that recipe?

Er...yes, I do, actually, it's supposed to be a custard...

Dear, you're not doing this right, and you really should brush your ha--

[The robotic voice gets cut off with a large clang and a squeak.]

Sorry, sorry!

Er...could somebody maybe help me get rid of this...er...unwanted guest, please?

[Yes. She knocked it out with a frying pan.]

... I'm gone for a day and it ends up being over a week here. Then I had these little robots lead me from the carousel to the wrong building and apartment. I tried to ditch them but now they're following me. What good are they for?

[He seems to be leaning over something. Whatever it is goes "thunk!" and shortly after, the sound of gears moving can be heard]

They're... cute, I suppose but I don't trust this kind of technology. I hope they didn't murder Spitfire while I was gone.

[At first there's only audio, and that audio consists mainly of:

CRASH BANG SMASH THUMP SLAM

And then there's silence. And a few seconds of panting before the video feed clicks on to show a pile of smashed robots before swinging back to Roxas' angry face. It seems that something like this happened.]

And if any more of you stupid robots are out there, you can stay away! We don't need any help, got it?!