RO > call me out; a forever open RP post

[midvalley]

CALL ME OUT a forever open rp post full muselist here. comment with the name of the character you want in the subject line. create a scenario or not. whatevs. let the tagging commence!

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[sciencetank]

Yes.

We've no such thing.

[makeshiftwings]

Really? There aren't any... female robots?

[sciencetank]

Well. There is Arcee. But it's rather more of an aesthetic choice than it is anything as in-depth as your gender roles and sexual organs.

[makeshiftwings]

Oh. Oh, I guess that makes sense. [ awkward laugh ]

It looks like the coffee's ready.

[sciencetank]

Does it?

[You're smarter than he thought, Angel.]

[But then his attention is perked, peering down at the pot in open curiosity.]

You simply drink?

[makeshiftwings]

[ Hyperion is rife with robots. All she ever saw were robots, her dad, and a handful of scientists and engineers. ]

Not straight from the pot, you don't. And not right away. It's still hot.

[sciencetank]

[He steps back, looking at her, then motions her forward.]

Very well. Lead on.

[makeshiftwings]

[ She finds a mug in a cabinet somewhere and pours him a cup of coffee, blowing on it lightly to cool it down. Once she's confident he won't burn his tongue, she offers it to him. ]

There are things you can add to it to alter the flavor, but I thought you might want to start with it plain.

[sciencetank]

[He watches her -- closely. Maybe a little too closely, but, then again, look who it is. He's probably studying her.]

[But he accepts the mug quietly enough, before slowly tasting the contents. And blinking.]

... Bitter. More so than expected. A slightly... charred taste to it. As if the materials were scorched...

[Why yes, he is talking notes out loud to himself.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ She just nudges the sugar and cream towards him. ] Here you are.

[sciencetank]

[Her efforts are rewarded with a blank stare.]

And... those are?

[makeshiftwings]

Sugar and cream. They can change the flavor of the coffee. Most people probably do a spoonful of each, if you wanted to try it out.

[sciencetank]

[His expression brightens.]

It certainly sounds like an experiment that must be attempted.

[And he does just as she says, but not without trying the coffee first with only sugar, then adding the cream.]

... sweeter. Softer. As if it's been filtered, now. Most interesting...

[makeshiftwings]

Just don't drink too much. It'll make you jittery.

[ That advice given, she plops back down on the bed to watch him, oddly fascinated. He's so... adorable. ]

[sciencetank]

Jittery? As in, overly energized?

[Coffee makes you drunk?]

[makeshiftwings]

That's one way to put it.

[sciencetank]

... Fascinating.

[He's going to drink more now, okay.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ oh boy. What has she gotten into? ]

[sciencetank]

[It's okay, Angel. He's still a big guy. It's going to take more than one cup of coffee to make him jitter around.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ ... how may cups is it going to take, then? ]

[sciencetank]

[... five, probably.]

[Brace yourself for a scientific discourse on the curtains in the room. At warp-speed.]

[makeshiftwings]

[ Poor Angel just flopped back on the bed at some point, trying to bury under the pillows, since she can't seem to get him to stop. Eventually it becomes even too much for her endless spring of patience.

She gets up, and stalks over to him. ] Perceptor.

[ She reaches up- and since she's fairly short, it takes some doing- and clamps her hands on either side of his face, forcing him to concentrate on her ] Perceptor. Stop. Please. I warned you about the coffee, didn't I?

[sciencetank]

[He's startled enough by her sudden touch -- and how real and assertive tactile sensations are -- to stop mid-sentence. He ends up staring at her in wordless, jittery silence for several long moments before he speaks.]

...

I feel fine.

[makeshiftwings]

[ She stares right back at him, feeling a blush rise in her cheeks. Oh. Maybe this wasn't a good plan.

But she holds her ground. If that's what it takes to get him to focus, she can deal. ]

You've been talking nonstop about the curtains.

Maybe we should... go for a walk or something. To work off all that energy.

[sciencetank]

[He looks utterly clueless to her discomfort -- maybe it's the caffeine at work.]

Well. Yes. They're seemingly a senseless feature of the room, wouldn't you say? Why have windows if you're only going to cover them?

[But then he nods.]

Yes. That would work. That would work very well.