"Gotcha." He turns on all the espresso machines, setting them to 'double shot.' "This might take a bit. But trust me, this has got the kick to send you flying. And it's not crazy sweet like some other people make them. Sexagintuple Vanilla Bean Mocha Frappuccino, comin' up!"
"I have plenty of time, thank you..." he waits, standing eerily still, but that might just be the mechanical suit.
It takes about 10 minutes for him to make the drink. By the time he's finished, it weighs eight pounds. "Here's your drink, sir."
Amid the dark halls of Complex Green, a shadow of a footfall falls, rapidly approaching their destination -- Algernon. Padding lightly on their metal feet, a tall, skinny figure approaches -- and as the faint light illuminates them, a shocking figure emerges.
Face and body warped by metal, a tall person stands there -- face striking in a strange way, as there's not quite a differentiation between metal and skin, the artificial constantly shifting and changing. Clad in a slightly large, gray jumpsuit and poking gently at a small tablet, they fit the image of a sleepwalker -- but they're certainly awake, as them looking up and shouting "Hello?" to the darkness proves.
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Amid the dark halls of Complex Green, a shadow of a footfall falls, rapidly approaching their destination -- Algernon. Padding lightly on their metal feet, a tall, skinny figure approaches -- and as the faint light illuminates them, a shocking figure emerges.
Face and body warped by metal, a tall person stands there -- face striking in a strange way, as there's not quite a differentiation between metal and skin, the artificial constantly shifting and changing. Clad in a slightly large, gray jumpsuit and poking gently at a small tablet, they fit the image of a sleepwalker -- but they're certainly awake, as them looking up and shouting "Hello?" to the darkness proves.
Another figure of similarly extreme height emerges from the dark as well. Dressed in a crimson carnival costume and an old, dented helmet, the figure moves in silence. They hold out a hand. "Hello?" They repeat.
Amid the dark halls of Complex Green, a shadow of a footfall falls, rapidly approaching their destination -- Algernon. Padding lightly on their metal feet, a tall, skinny figure approaches -- and as the faint light illuminates them, a shocking figure emerges.
Face and body warped by metal, a tall person stands there -- face striking in a strange way, as there's not quite a differentiation between metal and skin, the artificial constantly shifting and changing. Clad in a slightly large, gray jumpsuit and poking gently at a small tablet, they fit the image of a sleepwalker -- but they're certainly awake, as them looking up and shouting "Hello?" to the darkness proves.
Another figure of similarly extreme height emerges from the dark as well. Dressed in a crimson carnival costume and an old, dented helmet, the figure moves in silence. They hold out a hand. "Hello?" They repeat.
"Who are you?" is the response, as CLR-314 looks up from their tablet, reaches out and shakes their hand vigorously, motors and gears whirring and clicking with even that small movement.
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Another figure of similarly extreme height emerges from the dark as well. Dressed in a crimson carnival costume and an old, dented helmet, the figure moves in silence. They hold out a hand. "Hello?" They repeat.
"Who are you?" is the response, as CLR-314 looks up from their tablet, reaches out and shakes their hand vigorously, motors and gears whirring and clicking with even that small movement.
"I'm still deciding on that. I'm going with 'Feast' for now." They change their grip on CLR's hand and raises their long arm up, spinning the cyborg gently before pulling them down and catching them in a dip (as in the dance move). After putting their 'dance partner' upright, they seem a bit exhausted, possibly strained.
A proper spin and dip requires a different set of moves and participation from both parties. Evidently Feast thought they could do it on their own.
Another figure of similarly extreme height emerges from the dark as well. Dressed in a crimson carnival costume and an old, dented helmet, the figure moves in silence. They hold out a hand. "Hello?" They repeat.
"Who are you?" is the response, as CLR-314 looks up from their tablet, reaches out and shakes their hand vigorously, motors and gears whirring and clicking with even that small movement.
"I'm still deciding on that. I'm going with 'Feast' for now." They change their grip on CLR's hand and raises their long arm up, spinning the cyborg gently before pulling them down and catching them in a dip (as in the dance move). After putting their 'dance partner' upright, they seem a bit exhausted, possibly strained.
A proper spin and dip requires a different set of moves and participation from both parties. Evidently Feast thought they could do it on their own.
*lol*
"Feast, hmm?" CLR replies, gently easing themself out of Feast's grip. "Do you wander these halls, or are you looking for something?"
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"I'm still deciding on that. I'm going with 'Feast' for now." They change their grip on CLR's hand and raises their long arm up, spinning the cyborg gently before pulling them down and catching them in a dip (as in the dance move). After putting their 'dance partner' upright, they seem a bit exhausted, possibly strained.
A proper spin and dip requires a different set of moves and participation from both parties. Evidently Feast thought they could do it on their own.
*lol*
"Feast, hmm?" CLR replies, gently easing themself out of Feast's grip. "Do you wander these halls, or are you looking for something?"
"I work at the Algernon. I've found it's best to have somewhere to return to when you're done wandering. I still go searching sometimes, especially in Complex Red, but I have to hold down a job." Their hands are soft and pale as milk.
"I'm still deciding on that. I'm going with 'Feast' for now." They change their grip on CLR's hand and raises their long arm up, spinning the cyborg gently before pulling them down and catching them in a dip (as in the dance move). After putting their 'dance partner' upright, they seem a bit exhausted, possibly strained.
A proper spin and dip requires a different set of moves and participation from both parties. Evidently Feast thought they could do it on their own.
*lol*
"Feast, hmm?" CLR replies, gently easing themself out of Feast's grip. "Do you wander these halls, or are you looking for something?"
"I work at the Algernon. I've found it's best to have somewhere to return to when you're done wandering. I still go searching sometimes, especially in Complex Red, but I have to hold down a job." Their hands are soft and pale as milk.
"Can I come with you? I was headed to the Algernon myself."
*did you get the name Algernon from Flowers of Algernon? Just wondering*
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"I work at the Algernon. I've found it's best to have somewhere to return to when you're done wandering. I still go searching sometimes, especially in Complex Red, but I have to hold down a job." Their hands are soft and pale as milk.
"Can I come with you? I was headed to the Algernon myself."
*did you get the name Algernon from Flowers of Algernon? Just wondering*
They nod. "Of course, new friend. The Algernon is a place for everyone, after all." They spin in place, their long arms reaching out past the electric yellow lights.
*I got it from a song that references the book. It's called But Never A Key by Dirt Poor Robins, and it's about a world where there is no conflict because it was all removed.*
Samaritan is humming to himself as he cleans and sharpens his knives outside on the loading dock. A lit cigarette is between his skeletal lips, his mask lifted slightly up to allow this.
Samaritan is humming to himself as he cleans and sharpens his knives outside on the loading dock. A lit cigarette is between his skeletal lips, his mask lifted slightly up to allow this.
He hears a second voice, harmonizing with his own humming.
Feast slowly dances off the edge of one of the massive shipping spiderboats as it climbs up the mechanical cliff face.
"I work at the Algernon. I've found it's best to have somewhere to return to when you're done wandering. I still go searching sometimes, especially in Complex Red, but I have to hold down a job." Their hands are soft and pale as milk.
"Can I come with you? I was headed to the Algernon myself."
*did you get the name Algernon from Flowers of Algernon? Just wondering*
They nod. "Of course, new friend. The Algernon is a place for everyone, after all." They spin in place, their long arms reaching out past the electric yellow lights.
*I got it from a song that references the book. It's called But Never A Key by Dirt Poor Robins, and it's about a world where there is no conflict because it was all removed.*
*ah*
CLR continues with him, following him to the Algernon. "Why Feast?"
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They nod. "Of course, new friend. The Algernon is a place for everyone, after all." They spin in place, their long arms reaching out past the electric yellow lights.
*I got it from a song that references the book. It's called But Never A Key by Dirt Poor Robins, and it's about a world where there is no conflict because it was all removed.*
*ah*
CLR continues with him, following him to the Algernon. "Why Feast?"
"Because it represents what I want. I want there to be feasts for me every night, and I'm on my way to achieve it. I just need to do something heroic to get noticed, and then the rest will follow." They hold the door open for CLR.
They nod. "Of course, new friend. The Algernon is a place for everyone, after all." They spin in place, their long arms reaching out past the electric yellow lights.
*I got it from a song that references the book. It's called But Never A Key by Dirt Poor Robins, and it's about a world where there is no conflict because it was all removed.*
*ah*
CLR continues with him, following him to the Algernon. "Why Feast?"
"Because it represents what I want. I want there to be feasts for me every night, and I'm on my way to achieve it. I just need to do something heroic to get noticed, and then the rest will follow." They hold the door open for CLR.
CLR smiles and walks through. "Well, if you're looking for something heroic, I have something you might be interested in. I've finally been putting these skills--" and here, they gesture to their tablet "---to something useful, and I think it might be a stepping stone on your way."
*bye all*
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"Because it represents what I want. I want there to be feasts for me every night, and I'm on my way to achieve it. I just need to do something heroic to get noticed, and then the rest will follow." They hold the door open for CLR.
CLR smiles and walks through. "Well, if you're looking for something heroic, I have something you might be interested in. I've finally been putting these skills--" and here, they gesture to their tablet "---to something useful, and I think it might be a stepping stone on your way."
*bye all*
*See you later!*
He leans a bit closer, slinking into the building. "Ooooh, dearie me, tell me everything!"
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"Because it represents what I want. I want there to be feasts for me every night, and I'm on my way to achieve it. I just need to do something heroic to get noticed, and then the rest will follow." They hold the door open for CLR.
CLR smiles and walks through. "Well, if you're looking for something heroic, I have something you might be interested in. I've finally been putting these skills--" and here, they gesture to their tablet "---to something useful, and I think it might be a stepping stone on your way."
*bye all*
*See you later!*
He leans a bit closer, slinking into the building. "Ooooh, dearie me, tell me everything!"
“Well…” C taps a few buttons on their tablet, and a holographic image draws itself above the screen. “Recently, I was fooling around with Black Complex — or as much of it as I could find.” They continue nervously. “It’d be dangerous, sure, but I’ve found a signal — leading out from a deep level of the complex — that suggests that someone might be trapped there.” Tapping a few buttons, a location is highlighted on-screen. “I’ll go with you, but I’m not sure. It could be a trap.”
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He leans a bit closer, slinking into the building. "Ooooh, dearie me, tell me everything!"
“Well…” C taps a few buttons on their tablet, and a holographic image draws itself above the screen. “Recently, I was fooling around with Black Complex — or as much of it as I could find.” They continue nervously. “It’d be dangerous, sure, but I’ve found a signal — leading out from a deep level of the complex — that suggests that someone might be trapped there.” Tapping a few buttons, a location is highlighted on-screen. “I’ll go with you, but I’m not sure. It could be a trap.”
They nod, stroking their chin. "Sounds like a plan. Well, more of a wishlist, but I'll make do!" They laugh. "I love traps. Much better than full-on field battles or trench warfare." They shudder. "Ah, the trenches..."
He leans a bit closer, slinking into the building. "Ooooh, dearie me, tell me everything!"
“Well…” C taps a few buttons on their tablet, and a holographic image draws itself above the screen. “Recently, I was fooling around with Black Complex — or as much of it as I could find.” They continue nervously. “It’d be dangerous, sure, but I’ve found a signal — leading out from a deep level of the complex — that suggests that someone might be trapped there.” Tapping a few buttons, a location is highlighted on-screen. “I’ll go with you, but I’m not sure. It could be a trap.”
They nod, stroking their chin. "Sounds like a plan. Well, more of a wishlist, but I'll make do!" They laugh. "I love traps. Much better than full-on field battles or trench warfare." They shudder. "Ah, the trenches..."
"The trenches? You've been in the war?"
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It takes about 10 minutes for him to make the drink. By the time he's finished, it weighs eight pounds. "Here's your drink, sir."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
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Another figure of similarly extreme height emerges from the dark as well. Dressed in a crimson carnival costume and an old, dented helmet, the figure moves in silence. They hold out a hand. "Hello?" They repeat.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Who are you?" is the response, as CLR-314 looks up from their tablet, reaches out and shakes their hand vigorously, motors and gears whirring and clicking with even that small movement.
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"I'm still deciding on that. I'm going with 'Feast' for now." They change their grip on CLR's hand and raises their long arm up, spinning the cyborg gently before pulling them down and catching them in a dip (as in the dance move). After putting their 'dance partner' upright, they seem a bit exhausted, possibly strained.
A proper spin and dip requires a different set of moves and participation from both parties. Evidently Feast thought they could do it on their own.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*lol*
"Feast, hmm?" CLR replies, gently easing themself out of Feast's grip. "Do you wander these halls, or are you looking for something?"
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"I work at the Algernon. I've found it's best to have somewhere to return to when you're done wandering. I still go searching sometimes, especially in Complex Red, but I have to hold down a job." Their hands are soft and pale as milk.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Can I come with you? I was headed to the Algernon myself."
*did you get the name Algernon from Flowers of Algernon? Just wondering*
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They nod. "Of course, new friend. The Algernon is a place for everyone, after all." They spin in place, their long arms reaching out past the electric yellow lights.
*I got it from a song that references the book. It's called But Never A Key by Dirt Poor Robins, and it's about a world where there is no conflict because it was all removed.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
Samaritan is humming to himself as he cleans and sharpens his knives outside on the loading dock. A lit cigarette is between his skeletal lips, his mask lifted slightly up to allow this.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He hears a second voice, harmonizing with his own humming.
Feast slowly dances off the edge of one of the massive shipping spiderboats as it climbs up the mechanical cliff face.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*ah*
CLR continues with him, following him to the Algernon. "Why Feast?"
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"Because it represents what I want. I want there to be feasts for me every night, and I'm on my way to achieve it. I just need to do something heroic to get noticed, and then the rest will follow." They hold the door open for CLR.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
CLR smiles and walks through. "Well, if you're looking for something heroic, I have something you might be interested in. I've finally been putting these skills--" and here, they gesture to their tablet "---to something useful, and I think it might be a stepping stone on your way."
*bye all*
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*See you later!*
He leans a bit closer, slinking into the building. "Ooooh, dearie me, tell me everything!"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Hi baalze!*
Hello! Call me Gato or Mother (Cat in Spanish)
My pronouns are They/them, but they can fluctuate.
I am a teenage boy. I have ADHD, Depression, and anxiety. I'm also Genderfluid, Pansexual, and Aromantic,
but this community means the world to me; you cannot change that about me
ALL HAIL O_MERLIN_O. 4D8 ATTEMPT:[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]+[roll]1d8[/roll]=[roll][roll:-4]+[roll:-3]+[roll:-2]+[roll:-1][/roll]
I have adopted Golden andSalem they are my D&D child.
*Hey, Gato! How ya doing?*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
“Well…” C taps a few buttons on their tablet, and a holographic image draws itself above the screen. “Recently, I was fooling around with Black Complex — or as much of it as I could find.” They continue nervously. “It’d be dangerous, sure, but I’ve found a signal — leading out from a deep level of the complex — that suggests that someone might be trapped there.” Tapping a few buttons, a location is highlighted on-screen. “I’ll go with you, but I’m not sure. It could be a trap.”
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They nod, stroking their chin. "Sounds like a plan. Well, more of a wishlist, but I'll make do!" They laugh. "I love traps. Much better than full-on field battles or trench warfare." They shudder. "Ah, the trenches..."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"The trenches? You've been in the war?"
wes (he/him) – DM, romantic, a little bit eldritch
The Soft in the Storm, your Friendly Neighborhood Storysmith
re-entering my emo arc
you’re all really cool – know that please
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