A slightly damaged worship walks towards the reactor building, heading towards the gate house
The 'reactor' looks relatively unchanged, except for the fact that the gate is repaired. The robot guard looks over at Worship, taking notice of the slight damage.
"-You okay? You... don't look so good."
"I got to meet the CEO." She says in a fake happy tone, then looks down at her form, which is indeed not looking the best, "No, i'm not looking good"
"-You need me to call a... mechanic? Electrician?" They genuinely seem concered, a look of worry on their LED-screen pixelated face.
A look of guilt goes over her for a moment, "Do you have any workers that aren't up to snuff?" She asks, gesturing to the reactor, "I don't think a mechanic would know how to fix my model."
"-I see. Well, there's the Repair Bay in the power plant that might work. Want me to take you there?"
She nods, stepping forward
The guard leads you through the power plant, and the trip to the Repair Bay is relatively uneventful. The Repair Bay has all manner of tools and equipment neatly organized along the polished walls, and a simple metal bench sits in the middle of the room.
"-I'm no Repair Unit, so I'll go get someone who can fix you up. Just... sit tight, ok?" The guard runs off, closing the door behind them.
Worship nods, leaning back on the bench so that she's laying down, letting out distorted breaths
She looks around the room, curious about the lack of other robots
A slightly damaged worship walks towards the reactor building, heading towards the gate house
The 'reactor' looks relatively unchanged, except for the fact that the gate is repaired. The robot guard looks over at Worship, taking notice of the slight damage.
"-You okay? You... don't look so good."
"I got to meet the CEO." She says in a fake happy tone, then looks down at her form, which is indeed not looking the best, "No, i'm not looking good"
"-You need me to call a... mechanic? Electrician?" They genuinely seem concered, a look of worry on their LED-screen pixelated face.
A look of guilt goes over her for a moment, "Do you have any workers that aren't up to snuff?" She asks, gesturing to the reactor, "I don't think a mechanic would know how to fix my model."
"-I see. Well, there's the Repair Bay in the power plant that might work. Want me to take you there?"
She nods, stepping forward
The guard leads you through the power plant, and the trip to the Repair Bay is relatively uneventful. The Repair Bay has all manner of tools and equipment neatly organized along the polished walls, and a simple metal bench sits in the middle of the room.
"-I'm no Repair Unit, so I'll go get someone who can fix you up. Just... sit tight, ok?" The guard runs off, closing the door behind them.
Worship nods, leaning back on the bench so that she's laying down, letting out distorted breaths
She looks around the room, curious about the lack of other robots
The room itself is relatively bland. There's the bench you were leaning on, along with the various tools and boxes of spare parts, but nothing else. The robots themselves are an odd sort: They seem to be made with steel and carbon fiber, and their faces are pixelated LED-screens. Whatever AI the Doctor uses for them, it makes them pretty expressive. They almost seem alive themselves...
The door opens again, and a much larger robot enters the room. They seem to be a much older model, made of what looks like scrap metal and various metal containers (Imagine a rusty combination of a DaVinci Arm and the secretary robot from Wall-E). Its one red eye looks over at you for a moment, and then it sighs.
"-Name."
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
A slightly damaged worship walks towards the reactor building, heading towards the gate house
The 'reactor' looks relatively unchanged, except for the fact that the gate is repaired. The robot guard looks over at Worship, taking notice of the slight damage.
"-You okay? You... don't look so good."
"I got to meet the CEO." She says in a fake happy tone, then looks down at her form, which is indeed not looking the best, "No, i'm not looking good"
"-You need me to call a... mechanic? Electrician?" They genuinely seem concered, a look of worry on their LED-screen pixelated face.
A look of guilt goes over her for a moment, "Do you have any workers that aren't up to snuff?" She asks, gesturing to the reactor, "I don't think a mechanic would know how to fix my model."
"-I see. Well, there's the Repair Bay in the power plant that might work. Want me to take you there?"
She nods, stepping forward
The guard leads you through the power plant, and the trip to the Repair Bay is relatively uneventful. The Repair Bay has all manner of tools and equipment neatly organized along the polished walls, and a simple metal bench sits in the middle of the room.
"-I'm no Repair Unit, so I'll go get someone who can fix you up. Just... sit tight, ok?" The guard runs off, closing the door behind them.
Worship nods, leaning back on the bench so that she's laying down, letting out distorted breaths
She looks around the room, curious about the lack of other robots
The room itself is relatively bland. There's the bench you were leaning on, along with the various tools and boxes of spare parts, but nothing else. The robots themselves are an odd sort: They seem to be made with steel and carbon fiber, and their faces are pixelated LED-screens. Whatever AI the Doctor uses for them, it makes them pretty expressive. They almost seem alive themselves...
The door opens again, and a much larger robot enters the room. They seem to be a much older model, made of what looks like scrap metal and various metal containers (Imagine a rusty combination of a DaVinci Arm and the secretary robot from Wall-E). Its one red eye looks over at you for a moment, and then it sighs.
A slightly damaged worship walks towards the reactor building, heading towards the gate house
The 'reactor' looks relatively unchanged, except for the fact that the gate is repaired. The robot guard looks over at Worship, taking notice of the slight damage.
"-You okay? You... don't look so good."
"I got to meet the CEO." She says in a fake happy tone, then looks down at her form, which is indeed not looking the best, "No, i'm not looking good"
"-You need me to call a... mechanic? Electrician?" They genuinely seem concered, a look of worry on their LED-screen pixelated face.
A look of guilt goes over her for a moment, "Do you have any workers that aren't up to snuff?" She asks, gesturing to the reactor, "I don't think a mechanic would know how to fix my model."
"-I see. Well, there's the Repair Bay in the power plant that might work. Want me to take you there?"
She nods, stepping forward
The guard leads you through the power plant, and the trip to the Repair Bay is relatively uneventful. The Repair Bay has all manner of tools and equipment neatly organized along the polished walls, and a simple metal bench sits in the middle of the room.
"-I'm no Repair Unit, so I'll go get someone who can fix you up. Just... sit tight, ok?" The guard runs off, closing the door behind them.
Worship nods, leaning back on the bench so that she's laying down, letting out distorted breaths
She looks around the room, curious about the lack of other robots
The room itself is relatively bland. There's the bench you were leaning on, along with the various tools and boxes of spare parts, but nothing else. The robots themselves are an odd sort: They seem to be made with steel and carbon fiber, and their faces are pixelated LED-screens. Whatever AI the Doctor uses for them, it makes them pretty expressive. They almost seem alive themselves...
The door opens again, and a much larger robot enters the room. They seem to be a much older model, made of what looks like scrap metal and various metal containers (Imagine a rusty combination of a DaVinci Arm and the secretary robot from Wall-E). Its one red eye looks over at you for a moment, and then it sighs.
"-Name."
She looks it up and down for a moment, "Worship."
The repair robot rolls over to a box of spare parts, its metal joints groaning and shrieking as its many arms lift the box's lid up and sets it to the side.
"-Look, I'm guessing neither one of us wants to be here right now, so just hold still and I'll try and get this over with quickly." The repair unit grumbles to themself as they set certain pieces of metal aside.
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Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
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Ghost kisses her cheek. "I know so." he says with a small smile. "Have you eaten recently?"
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Her stomach answers for her with a loud growl.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Ghost sighs and frowns a little. "Lets go sit down somewhere and eat. I have food in my bag."
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She follows and stares at the ground.
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"I'm not disappointed with you dear. Just worried." Ghost says as he gently takes her hand and leads her to a bench.
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She nods and leans against him "i just.. dont think of eating.."
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Ghost nods. "Well you need to dear." he says as he pulls out some apples. He then hands one to her with a smile.
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She chuckles and kisses him before biting into the apple.
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Ghost smiles as he eats his own apple.
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She chuckles "You have juice down your chin" she jokes
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Ghost rolls his eyes. "So do you."
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"I do not. Im a lady!"
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
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Ghost smiles and nudges her. "I was teasing you dear."
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"I thought so" she said and poked him
"Forgive the mess, I am trying to regain my sanity again."
[Taken by my gourmand boyfriend]
Ghost soon finishes his apple and makes it disappear. He then sighs, content.
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She looks around the room, curious about the lack of other robots
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The room itself is relatively bland. There's the bench you were leaning on, along with the various tools and boxes of spare parts, but nothing else. The robots themselves are an odd sort: They seem to be made with steel and carbon fiber, and their faces are pixelated LED-screens. Whatever AI the Doctor uses for them, it makes them pretty expressive. They almost seem alive themselves...
The door opens again, and a much larger robot enters the room. They seem to be a much older model, made of what looks like scrap metal and various metal containers (Imagine a rusty combination of a DaVinci Arm and the secretary robot from Wall-E). Its one red eye looks over at you for a moment, and then it sighs.
"-Name."
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)
She looks it up and down for a moment, "Worship."
I play a miriad of characters at the lord's rest inn
Two things are infinite: The universe, and human stupidity; and I'm not so sure about the universe.
Scifi horror is quite the trip :) Comics and a story
#FreeDND
Join the Town of Agreal! ----> LINK
Check out my photography on Flickr. ----> LINK
"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
The repair robot rolls over to a box of spare parts, its metal joints groaning and shrieking as its many arms lift the box's lid up and sets it to the side.
"-Look, I'm guessing neither one of us wants to be here right now, so just hold still and I'll try and get this over with quickly." The repair unit grumbles to themself as they set certain pieces of metal aside.
Former Spider Queen of the Spider Guild, and friendly neighborhood scheming creature.
"Made by spiders, for spiders, of spiders."
My pronouns are she/her.
Web Weaver of Everlasting Narrative! (title bestowed by Drummer)