Fire Drill!

[itsjustthebots.livejournal.com]

[Very suddenly at about 3:00 PM on Friday, an alarm starts blaring throughout the whole Satellite. Red warning lights at the doors begin flashing along with the very loud alarms.]

[Gypsy shows up on Cambot’s screen, wearing a fireman’s hat. She looks Serious Business...as Serious Business as a robot can look, anyway.]

Okay, everybody! This is a fire drill! Line up right here on the cockpit right away! Then we have to proceed in an orderly fashion! Let’s go, go, go!

[OOC: Your characters can show up here and tag in whatever order they wish as they follow Gypsy in an orderly fashion around...the cockpit. This may peter out quickly as characters fast discover that they aren’t actually going anywhere. If you want, you can even tag in a continuous chain behind Gypsy with just one tag per character, passing on your conversation down the line.]

Comments

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

To be fair, I think this Satellite has been up here for almost a decade.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

I'm willing to bet it has yet to see a reliable maintenance crew.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Oh yeah, I'm sure the Mads would GLADLY come up and fix the place up for the party they're trying to torment.

No need to go insulting Gypsy.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

That thing doesn't even have arms. It's a giant head on a stick! How can it fix anything?

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

[Just. This face.]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[THIS FACE]

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Do you have to look on the bad side of everything? *I'm* not even this grumpy in the mornings. [Afternoons. Whatever.]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

I'm just bein' realistic.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Seems to me like you're just finding excuses to complain.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

I don't need excuses.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

I see that.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

It's a natural talent.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

So you were BORN annoying? Amazed you're still alive.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

Helps t'have the skills t'back it up.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Uh huh.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

You'd be amazed how trash talkin' someone's momma in the middle of a dog fight helps ya gain the upper hand. Kinda sad, really.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

And trash-talking the robot responsible for keeping the satellite upright and giving us air helps how?

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

All I wanna know is how she works without arms.

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should ask her.

If you're capable of asking nicely.

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[just gives her a look that says "Silly lady of course I'm not capable of asking nicely"]

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

['Course not.

Whatever, she's getting bored of your grumpiness. She bumps him roughly aside with her hip and keeps walking.]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[THUMP INTO THE WALL

JUST STARES FOR A SECOND]

'EY!

[punsofiron.livejournal.com]

[Nope.]

[game-over-pal.livejournal.com]

[HARUMPH]