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thisavrou2016-02-15 04:46 pm
daintylegs) wrote in thisavrou2016-02-15 04:46 pm
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If You Thought Robots Were Good At Things Then Wow Do I Have News for You [Backdated to Feb 12th]
[Some people might look at something they’re doing and realize that holy shit, this is a terrible idea and they shouldn’t be doing it. Other people are people like Riptide and Tailgate who decided to just go ahead and do it anyway. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?
The answer to that is a massive explosion that could be heard and felt throughout the Nomo deck. About five minutes later a very scorched face appears on the network. Tailgate’s visor is cracked in several places and his usually white and blue paint has now been comically blackened. He attempts to sound cheery and nonchalant for the listeners, but is faintly defeated by his staticky vocalizer.]
Heeey! So, you might have heard a little something a moment ago, and I just want everyone to know that everything is under control! There’s no need for anyone to panic!
[He says, unaware that the viewers can clearly see the total lack of a wall behind him. Alas, Riptide and Tailgate no longer have a door. Or the wall that used to belong to that door.]
He's right! It's all fine. Just a minor hiccup. Carry on!
[there's riptide waving in the background.]
Uh. [his optics visibly widen when he stops waving at the camera to actually look around.] That was-- that was already like that. When we got here. Invasion of privacy, really. Wow, is there smoke?
[he waves his hand in front of his face.]
You know what? Imagined it. Nothing there.
And if something HAD been there, as in, if we HAD been building something, then I can promise we wouldn’t have set it off on purpose. We’re not that careless. Yet somehow I don't have a bed anymore.
So, uh, everyone enjoy their day!
The answer to that is a massive explosion that could be heard and felt throughout the Nomo deck. About five minutes later a very scorched face appears on the network. Tailgate’s visor is cracked in several places and his usually white and blue paint has now been comically blackened. He attempts to sound cheery and nonchalant for the listeners, but is faintly defeated by his staticky vocalizer.]
Heeey! So, you might have heard a little something a moment ago, and I just want everyone to know that everything is under control! There’s no need for anyone to panic!
[He says, unaware that the viewers can clearly see the total lack of a wall behind him. Alas, Riptide and Tailgate no longer have a door. Or the wall that used to belong to that door.]
He's right! It's all fine. Just a minor hiccup. Carry on!
[there's riptide waving in the background.]
Uh. [his optics visibly widen when he stops waving at the camera to actually look around.] That was-- that was already like that. When we got here. Invasion of privacy, really. Wow, is there smoke?
[he waves his hand in front of his face.]
You know what? Imagined it. Nothing there.
And if something HAD been there, as in, if we HAD been building something, then I can promise we wouldn’t have set it off on purpose. We’re not that careless. Yet somehow I don't have a bed anymore.
So, uh, everyone enjoy their day!