domo arigato, mr. roboto

[thorny]

Date & Time: Oct. 17-19
Location: Beijing, China IN THE PASTFUTURE IDK TIME TRAVEL
Characters: Rose Lalonde (thorny), Oz Vessalius (velveteened)
Summary: Rose and Oz attempt to find a useful mission to embark on and wind up roped into GRAND THEFT ROOMBA instead.
Warnings: Future roombas. They've got Furby eyes, man.

[it hadn't taken much convincing to get Rose to agree to taking on a mission - as much as she didn't care for the Initiative, it was a way to get off this godforsaken moon base and maybe collect a little information of her own. a win-win situation for everyone, right?

what she hadn't counted on was the depths of stupidity that the remaining Initiative members could reach. requesting a 'useful mission' from the man working the transporter had somehow translated into 'THIS MOON BASE NEEDS FUTURE ROOMBAS' by the time it pierced his thick skull and hit what little brain matter left; the worst part of the whole mess was that he'd only thought to mention this after they'd both clambered onto the transporter, leaving no time for anything but an undignified squawk from Rose before they were whisked away into the future.

she can feel the scowl etching itself across her face as she takes stock of their current location. this was going to cause a migraine, no doubt about it]

I can't believe they seriously consider this a legitimate mission.

Comments

[velveteened]

( WAIT

A

SECOND )

...automated cleaning supplies?

[thorny]

Yes. Did I fail to mention their use?

[of course she did and of course it was kind of obvious that Oz didn't know what they were. Rose's smirk is good-natured, yes, but it's still teasing]

[velveteened]

( he — you know what, he laughs it off. no wonder she was so irritated by the mission. )

A little! I guess keeping the base clean is as important as everything else.

[thorny]

Yes, I can just see the board meeting which resulted in base hygiene tying with military expenditures for the most budget funding allocated.

[aka THIS WOULDN'T SURPRISE ME THE PEOPLE IN THE INITIATIVE ARE BASICALLY AS INTELLIGENT AS BRICKS]

If that's the case then I suppose we ought to do our best to acquire as many as possible. It shouldn't be too difficult so long as we can get in relatively smoothly - I have quite a few cards left in my sylladex.

[velveteened]

Your sylladex?

( what is that WHERE DO CARDS COME INTO IT.... )

[thorny]

It's how I store things. Quite convenient for hauling around bulky objects such as our target as well as grocery shopping.

[you know what she's just going to leave it vague and magicky because she doesn't think she can explain it well enough here]

[velveteened]

( vague and magicky works, and he nods. HAMMERSPACE, HE CAN GET THAT. )

So transporting them shouldn't be hard. That's good to hear.

[thorny]

Well, I imagine that there was some reason beyond a cruel sense of humor that I was chosen for this mission.

[...probably]

The only remaining obstacle, then, is settling on a method to get ourselves inside. I suppose it's a toss-up between stealth and brazen bluffing.

[velveteened]

Don't worry, don't worry! I can handle that.

( by a bit of both, honestly. helps that they're both young and fairly innocuous-looking, to allay suspicions. )

[thorny]

I sincerely hope so. Should anything go wrong, it will be you who suddenly develops an acute case of appendicitis.

[aah, if only they both weren't so blonde this really would be the perfect crime]

[velveteened]

( the blonde hair is to lull people into a false sense of security...! in any case, he only laughs at that, and without further ado moves to approach the building.

there's no immediate need to worry about skulking around, not in broad daylight; it may be amusing and dramatic, but acting as though they belong is what's going to serve them well at this moment. )

[thorny]

[thankfully acting like she knows exactly what she's doing at all times is one of Rose's specialties. she strides forward with practiced ease, not even hesitating as she reaches the door and holds it open for her cohort.

does she really have a background story prepared for if they're questioned? not particularly. but she'll work it out when the time comes.]

[velveteened]

( he nods in thanks as he strolls straight in, hit immediately with a blast of air conditioning. ah, cities.

there's a front desk with a secretary at it, who looks up at the two visitors who've just let themselves in. she doesn't question them just yet, only offers a greeting that gets automatically translated for them by some initiative technology, but keeps her eyes on them. )

[thorny]

[Rose smiles pleasantly and inclines her head in the secretary's direction, returning the greeting with very little unease. with no pause she moves past the desk, not quite ready to attempt to make her way towards anything that visitors shouldn't be touching yet - they still need to size up the inside of this place]

[velveteened]

( oz keeps pace with her, nodding in the direction of the elevators — there's a convenient color-coded mini-map on the wall between them, presumably to help new visitors and employees know where they're going. )