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.
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
O'Loren's is a long way from the Hyde Co. building, about a half-hour walk. On the outside, it resembles a little convenience store, with a little neon sign. Through a window, you don't seem to see anyone around.
Sliver walks up to it and knocks on the door.
"Come in, the door's unlocked." The gruff voice seems to come from inside the building, and when you look through the window again, you see a tired-looking orc with a comic book in hand, deep in his reading material as he sits behind the store counter.
"Hi! I'm Sliver. I'll cut to the chase: a compatriot of yours directed me here."
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Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
O'Loren's is a long way from the Hyde Co. building, about a half-hour walk. On the outside, it resembles a little convenience store, with a little neon sign. Through a window, you don't seem to see anyone around.
Sliver walks up to it and knocks on the door.
"Come in, the door's unlocked." The gruff voice seems to come from inside the building, and when you look through the window again, you see a tired-looking orc with a comic book in hand, deep in his reading material as he sits behind the store counter.
"Hi! I'm Sliver. I'll cut to the chase: a compatriot of yours directed me here."
"Ah, Phoenix sent you? Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if ya knew." O'Lean grunts faintly as he gets up from his chair, and heads over to to a closet door. He opens it, and reveals what looks like an elevator shaft.
"Down that elevator is where the magic happens."
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
She walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
She walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
The Repair Unit pops their head back into the room, not noticing you eating the metal.
"-You... You know you're free to go, right? Your repairs are all done."
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
She walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
The Repair Unit pops their head back into the room, not noticing you eating the metal.
"-You... You know you're free to go, right? Your repairs are all done."
Worship looks at them and nods, swallowing quickly, "Sorry, i was just curious. I'll be out soon."
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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
She walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
The Repair Unit pops their head back into the room, not noticing you eating the metal.
"-You... You know you're free to go, right? Your repairs are all done."
Worship looks at them and nods, swallowing quickly, "Sorry, i was just curious. I'll be out soon."
"-Well... Um... Be careful on your way out." They re-exit the room.
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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.
"-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.
Worship doesn't move much while she waits
The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." She nods
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
She looks about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
She walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
The Repair Unit pops their head back into the room, not noticing you eating the metal.
"-You... You know you're free to go, right? Your repairs are all done."
Worship looks at them and nods, swallowing quickly, "Sorry, i was just curious. I'll be out soon."
"-Well... Um... Be careful on your way out." They re-exit the room.
She pockets a couple more spare parts, looking in the box
"Heh, what aren't they doing? They're kicking people out of entire neighborhoods to build their factories and power plants, and they've got a monopoly on pretty much everything tech-based. The president of Hyde's got politicians in their pocket too, so they can 'legally' do all of this, and anyone who doesn't comply gets swamped in crippling debt and years in jail. Basically, Hyde rules the world."
Jax sighs, looking down at their watch with a mixed expression of anger, sadness, and... guilt?
"Ever since Kraft stepped down, Hyde Co's gotten a hell of a lot meaner."
"Sounds like I'm gonna hate their guts, then." He thinks for a moment. "So Kraft was the person in charge of Hyde? Do you think you might know where they are now?"
"Odds are, they're in hiding. Don't wanna show their face after the new management made their creation what it is today."
"Probably their best option, I guess." Ruhan clicks his tongue, a weird little habit he has when he thinks. "Whelp... I'm gonna go exploring. Might as well learn as much as I can, and see as much as I can. Hope to see ya around, Jax." He smiles, then gets up and leaves, waving goodbye to Jax and the kenku.
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...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
"Heh, what aren't they doing? They're kicking people out of entire neighborhoods to build their factories and power plants, and they've got a monopoly on pretty much everything tech-based. The president of Hyde's got politicians in their pocket too, so they can 'legally' do all of this, and anyone who doesn't comply gets swamped in crippling debt and years in jail. Basically, Hyde rules the world."
Jax sighs, looking down at their watch with a mixed expression of anger, sadness, and... guilt?
"Ever since Kraft stepped down, Hyde Co's gotten a hell of a lot meaner."
"Sounds like I'm gonna hate their guts, then." He thinks for a moment. "So Kraft was the person in charge of Hyde? Do you think you might know where they are now?"
"Odds are, they're in hiding. Don't wanna show their face after the new management made their creation what it is today."
"Probably their best option, I guess." Ruhan clicks his tongue, a weird little habit he has when he thinks. "Whelp... I'm gonna go exploring. Might as well learn as much as I can, and see as much as I can. Hope to see ya around, Jax." He smiles, then gets up and leaves, waving goodbye to Jax and the kenku.
"Safe travels, kid." Jax smiles as he waves back.
You didn't notice just how much time had passed until you realize that it's dark outside now. The shadows of the back alleys almost seem to close in on you...
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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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Worship doesn't move much while she waits
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The repair unit moves over to beside Worship, and slowly and gently disconnects and removes their left arm. They then begin removing metal plates on it and replacing them with different ones of identical size and shape. After a minute or so, the repair unit sockets the shiny repaired arm back into place.
"-Alright, that's the worst of the damage. The rest should be nice and quick."
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)
"Thank you." She says to the robot with a nod, feeling how the newish arm works
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
The arm feels like your old one, albeit with a more polished and less beaten up exterior. As you are investigating your new arm you can feel the repair unit gently removing and replacing several other parts of your inner machinery. After a little while, the repair robot's work is done.
"-There you go, right as rain. Call us in the morning if anything feels wrong. Or don't."
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)
*WOuld the robot notice anything odd or would it assume nothings wrong?*
"Thank you Repair Unit."
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
*I feel like it would. This guy's been in the repair business for quite some time.*
"-Don't worry about it. No, seriously. Don't."
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)
*Theres a large amount of natural tissues built up inside Worship's form*
"Alright." SHe nods
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
"-Well, I mean... Ummm... Yeah. Uh... have a good day." The repair unit nervously leaves, forgetting to mention any form of payment required, leaving the door open.
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 about the room, standing up (Are any robots in disrepair?)
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
"Hi! I'm Sliver. I'll cut to the chase: a compatriot of yours directed me here."
Proud member of the Spider's Guild (y'all should join!)!
Join Cafe [Redacted], people! I play Treble in it. Isn't SCP stuff awesome?
Harry Potter stuff is cool.
Homebrew: The BloodBorn; GemBlade Soldiers; Soldier of The Silver Armies. (Comments, Improvements?)
Life is okay, but who knows how long that will last.
"Ah, Phoenix sent you? Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt if ya knew." O'Lean grunts faintly as he gets up from his chair, and heads over to to a closet door. He opens it, and reveals what looks like an elevator shaft.
"Down that elevator is where the magic happens."
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)
Jay knocks on Sypheria‘s doors
”Hey, you alive in there?”
Mostly nocturnal
help build a world here
*None that you can see. The Repair Unit has been busy today ;)*
The room looks the same as before, albeit more disorganized after the Repair Unit made a swift exit. The lid of one of the boxes still sits on the floor next to the stack of spare parts.
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 walks over to the box, looking inside as she takes one of the smaller spare parts, popping it into her mouth and chewing absentmindedly
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
The Repair Unit pops their head back into the room, not noticing you eating the metal.
"-You... You know you're free to go, right? Your repairs are all done."
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)
Worship looks at them and nods, swallowing quickly, "Sorry, i was just curious. I'll be out soon."
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
"-Well... Um... Be careful on your way out." They re-exit the room.
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 pockets a couple more spare parts, looking in the box
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
⌜╔═════════════ The Board ══════════════╗⌝
...and started me on my way into my next chapter in life...
⌞╚════════════ Extended Signature ════════════╝⌟
"Safe travels, kid." Jax smiles as he waves back.
You didn't notice just how much time had passed until you realize that it's dark outside now. The shadows of the back alleys almost seem to close in on you...
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)