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by Talchyon » Mon Dec 12, 2016 9:01 pm
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
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by Max Empire » Tue Dec 13, 2016 7:23 am
by Swedish Allied States » Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:09 am
"Excuse me? Are you new here too? I don't believe Paragon Industries had such an... attractive receptionist before.", he said with a sly smile. "I'm Max Porphyrogenitus, PR Specialist and Head of Advertisement.", he introduced himself to her.
by Max Empire » Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:43 am
Swedish Allied States wrote:Michelle already took a look at this guy and immediately thought he couldn't be THAT bad until he tried making a bad attempt at a pickup line. She was thinking of a way to respond back to this comment and so she did in a quick jab. Michelle: "I'm sorry, but is this a question or a pickup line? If this pickup line is your way of asking a question, you've failed. And yes. I'm the new Receptionist here. Now I've heard about you I believe and I want nothing to do with you please. I need to get to work or I'll have to retreat into my insanity and trust me blue boy, YOU DON'T WANNA SEE ME MAD." She went back to work on her computer and answering some occaisional calls about a screwdriver or even a washing machine or something.
"Look sir, I don't know why you're calling about a damn washing machine at the reception desk but take it with IT Support and not me. I ain't the one dealing this damn tech here. Just with phone calls and greeting people in the lobby with a creepy smile. Now please go speak with IT Support or hang up the phone." *hangs up phone* "I swear, this town sometimes brings out the stupidity in some people. Maybe a cell would've been better than having to deal with idiots like this but if I wanna stay in a cozy home and keep my cruiser in the parking lot, I need to do this job one way or another." She went onto her smartphone to check the daily news and hear that the D.C Metro PD was talking about her, even if she was long gone since 2 months ago. She otherwise ignored the article and went back to work... But then she wanted to take a little walk around the offices to see her coworkers, except for the PR guy. He's bad news. "I suppose I could take a 10 minute break and walk around the office. It's not like a lot of people come into the lobby of the great Paragon Industries anyways.", she said sarcastically to herself. "Too busy with Pinnacle anyways to care about us and our WONDERFUL personalities to care only about sleek design and business etiquette and big budgets. Like that will ever work out in 15 years." She went out for a bit of a walk but left a sign that read, BE BACK IN 10 MINUTES so no one gets confused.
by Swedish Allied States » Tue Dec 13, 2016 8:59 am
Max Prophyrogenitus
Reception desk
Max laughed at the lady's remarks. "That wasn't a pick up line. And you have heard about me, yes?", he said as he leaned over the reception desk in order to get a little closer to her. "Only "Good" things I hope.", he said seductively as he wiggled his eyebrows at her. "And wait... You believe you've heard about me?... My my... For a receptionist you sound like you certainly lack self esteem and are a real asshole... I like it.", he said, effectively responding to her failure to put him off. " The more fucked up somebody is the better, and you my dear... Seem to have earned yourself a pretty nice spot on that list.", he winked at her, still combining his seductive nature with the fact that he was half heartedly insulting her.
Waiting for her to finish the phone call and then seeing that she wanted to go for a walk, Max found the perfect opportunity. "You know... I could... Show you around...", he said with a wink. "I do work in the offices after all... Let's just avoid the PR office... I don't want you to see the body I left there.", he said sarcastically before laughing at the thought of his coworker still lying on the floor after that... session, he had given him.
by Max Empire » Tue Dec 13, 2016 9:13 am
Swedish Allied States wrote:"Yeah. Like i'd wanna walk around with you, you little perverted maniac. And I've only heard bad shit about you, so you ain't changing me. You might be able to walk around with me only whenever I get drunk but that ain't happening today buddy. So why don't you do me a favor and get away from me please? I don't wanna screw you or ever in a million years. Now I need to walk around now so if you could please go away from me, that'd be GRAND. Have a nice day though, you little sexual freak of nature..." She went away from her desk and tried to possibly hide from the PR blue man as best as she could by going into the bathroom until she couldn't hear him standing around.
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by Talchyon » Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:09 am
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Swedish Allied States » Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:29 am
As he was shifting down the halls, a woman stepped out of the ladies rest room. She glanced around, possibly looking to avoid someone. Hmm. A warning screen flashed in his cybernetic eyes that alerted him to the fact that she had a few pieces of leftover lunch stuck between her teeth. But while that was something to point out, he was on a mission. Find his arm. Maybe she had seen it.
To the lady, "Hello there. Have you seen a detachable robot arm somewhere? My systems are acting up again." That's right. As long as you blame it on the systems, no one will suspect that your new A.I. components have decided to sabotage you on purpose...
by Talchyon » Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:40 am
Swedish Allied States wrote:"Hmm, I believe it was walking down that hallway but I don't know. I'm just the damn receptionist at a company that was overshadowed by its newer sister and a criminal so I don't have much to say. Wait. Ignore that crook part. That was a joke. Yeah... A funny, horrible joke. By the way, what's your name? I know you're one of my coworkers but I don't know your name."
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Swedish Allied States » Wed Dec 14, 2016 7:55 am
At the mention of crime, and how it was merely a joke and not at all serious, Suxx-tron's systems activated the loudspeakers in the area, and the digitized, synthetic voice of his interface spoke again.
"Request to ignore crime as joke. Crime ignored."
After the artificial voice had finished, "I am Suxx-tron. One of Paragon Industries' first cybernetic creations, and upgradeable. It is a pleasure to meet you, you who have not introduced yourself. I would shake your hand, but..."
by Talchyon » Wed Dec 14, 2016 10:37 am
Swedish Allied States wrote:Michelle sort of panicked in her mind as the robot almost thought that she really was a criminal but luckily it bought the lie so she doesn't have to get rid of it secretly and wipe its memory of that thought.
"But what Suxx-Tron? Oh... I see. Well I believe my smartphone might be able to find the model with its GPS if it can find the number or make so why don't we go a little hunt for it? Maybe we might be able to form a little friendship out of it or something. I mean, who doesn't wanna be friends with a beautiful, clumsy robot that is the essence of AI such as yourself? So, wanna go find that arm back or what?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by Swedish Allied States » Wed Dec 14, 2016 12:21 pm
Talchyon wrote:Swedish Allied States wrote:Michelle sort of panicked in her mind as the robot almost thought that she really was a criminal but luckily it bought the lie so she doesn't have to get rid of it secretly and wipe its memory of that thought.
"But what Suxx-Tron? Oh... I see. Well I believe my smartphone might be able to find the model with its GPS if it can find the number or make so why don't we go a little hunt for it? Maybe we might be able to form a little friendship out of it or something. I mean, who doesn't wanna be friends with a beautiful, clumsy robot that is the essence of AI such as yourself? So, wanna go find that arm back or what?"
Suxx-tron was amazed. This unidentified lady was offering to help him. And she had a smartphone. The closest thing to a smart-phone Suxx-tron had on him was not wireless, and still used a rotary dial, that happened to be three sizes too small for normal fingers. But hey, it did have a touchscreen and still worked in a pinch.
"Thank you, unidentified lady with no name given. Your phone will come in very handy. Let us go on a search for this arm together." To reveal the serial number, a metallic plate on his arm slid to the inside. There, in small print, was the serial number and a whole lot of extra unneeded technical information (like, what the latitude and longitude were of where the arm was manufactured, the fact that the moon was waxing at that time and not waning, and the pass attempt stats for every quarterback of the New Orleans Saints football franchise in history).
So the two went off down the hallway. Ahead, Suxx-tron's cybernetic eyes detected a janitor coming towards them. (OOC - Simon). His interface sounded over the loudspeakers (again)."Janitor approaching. His core body temperature is normal."
Suxx-tron looked at the woman who was helping him. "Perhaps this janitor has seen my arm. Oh, and thank you for helping me. I wish to return the favor sometime and help you. Just let me know what it is you need help with." That would be the way to go, since most times he could already tell what people needed help with, and just stepped in to help them. Some people didn't always like that though. Wonder why?
by Arstotzkas » Wed Dec 14, 2016 1:14 pm
Swedish Allied States wrote:Talchyon wrote:
Suxx-tron was amazed. This unidentified lady was offering to help him. And she had a smartphone. The closest thing to a smart-phone Suxx-tron had on him was not wireless, and still used a rotary dial, that happened to be three sizes too small for normal fingers. But hey, it did have a touchscreen and still worked in a pinch.
"Thank you, unidentified lady with no name given. Your phone will come in very handy. Let us go on a search for this arm together." To reveal the serial number, a metallic plate on his arm slid to the inside. There, in small print, was the serial number and a whole lot of extra unneeded technical information (like, what the latitude and longitude were of where the arm was manufactured, the fact that the moon was waxing at that time and not waning, and the pass attempt stats for every quarterback of the New Orleans Saints football franchise in history).
So the two went off down the hallway. Ahead, Suxx-tron's cybernetic eyes detected a janitor coming towards them. (OOC - Simon). His interface sounded over the loudspeakers (again)."Janitor approaching. His core body temperature is normal."
Suxx-tron looked at the woman who was helping him. "Perhaps this janitor has seen my arm. Oh, and thank you for helping me. I wish to return the favor sometime and help you. Just let me know what it is you need help with." That would be the way to go, since most times he could already tell what people needed help with, and just stepped in to help them. Some people didn't always like that though. Wonder why?
"Don't mention it. Just a way of helping out someone instead of sitting at that boring desk all day. By the way Suxx-tron, my name's Michelle and don't worry. I have a feeling I might need that favor in the future but you aren't needed as of now though." She smiled at the robot as she felt a sort of sense of enjoyment and change of pace from the normal insane, sarcastic her that she knew of for the past 6 to 7 years. "Ok. Inputting coordinates now and they are telling me that the arm is in the Doctor's office. Come on Suxx-tron. Before that arm leaves our grasp but first, why don't we bring the janitor along? He could probably help us. EXCUSE ME! Janitor man. Mind helping us with a little hunt for an arm? I promise it's more entertaining than washing toilets all day."
by Talchyon » Thu Dec 15, 2016 10:46 am
Swedish Allied States wrote:"Don't mention it. Just a way of helping out someone instead of sitting at that boring desk all day. By the way Suxx-tron, my name's Michelle and don't worry. I have a feeling I might need that favor in the future but you aren't needed as of now though." She smiled at the robot as she felt a sort of sense of enjoyment and change of pace from the normal insane, sarcastic her that she knew of for the past 6 to 7 years. "Ok. Inputting coordinates now and they are telling me that the arm is in the Doctor's office. Come on Suxx-tron. Before that arm leaves our grasp but first, why don't we bring the janitor along? He could probably help us. EXCUSE ME! Janitor man. Mind helping us with a little hunt for an arm? I promise it's more entertaining than washing toilets all day."
Arstotzkas wrote:Simon was busy trying to sweep the floor with the tatters that he called a broom, cheerfully whistling themes songs to bad superhero shows. As he tried to clean up the filthy Paragon HQ, it seems like he was making even more of a mess. Every time he bent over, the dirty water would somehow spill on his shoes, miscellaneous insects would swarm his face, and he ended up on the floor several times thanks to some well placed objects. Needless to say, he wasn't a very good janitor. After breaking his mop for the third time, Simon quickly turns to face the duo.
"A hunt for an arm? This smells of sweet, sweet justice!" Simon loudly responds, jumping to attention. However, as his shoelaces were untied he just ended up falling on his face instead "I've already completed my just task of cleaning these fine toilets so I, Simon, hero of Justice shall help you find this arm of yours! A hero must never rest in his pursuit of justice after all. I will not fail you, I promise! Until justice is delivered, I will not rest! I shall scour the Earth until this arm is found! Er.... so where is this arm you're looking for located exactly?"
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
by The Land of Golden Blobfish » Thu Dec 15, 2016 11:21 am
by Facepunchian States » Wed Dec 21, 2016 2:27 pm
by Talchyon » Thu Dec 22, 2016 1:54 pm
Facepunchian States wrote:Infirmary
Mirielle let out a low whistle, stepping back to admire her handiwork. Perhaps it was a bit rushed, sloppy even, but she was caught up in the moment after all. That's how real art is created. Her smile grew the longer she looked at it, the young doctor thoroughly happy with her results.
The sound of dripping made her glance down, her eyebrows rising at the sight of a slowly expanding puddle of crimson on the gleaming white floor. She pursed her lips. Oh well, where's the fun if there's no mess? C’est dommage, mais c'est la vie.
Et la mort. But that's a different matter. For now she'd have to get this covered up and maybe ask for a cleaner to come help her... she stepped over to the intercom button, leaving a red smear on the wall from the soaked blue gloves that extended nearly up to her shoulders.
"Custodian to the infirmary, s'il vous plaît!" Her voice rang out over the local loudspeakers. She had a minute or two before anyone came, surely - just enough time to get everything covered up and presentable...
Louisianan wrote:Talchyon has great comedic writing, that is true.
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