Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
05-21-2011, 12:25 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
Six quickly assessed the situation.
The soldiers were not contestants. Six, now drawing a connection between the Charlatan’s introductions and contestants’ ability to answer questions, concluded that the soldiers were some sort of auxiliary threat, to make the show more interesting. MediaPolitics sometimes did that. Like that Christmas episode with the presents that were actually bombs.
Furthermore, Six reasoned from experience that, for whatever reason, these soldiers attacked Host and Contestant alike, regardless of game show protocol. Six supposed this was not a normal game show, however. Apparently there were more than six contestants, after all.
But… something still bothered him. That epiphany lost. That nagging feeling…
“GPS DOW-”
Six didn’t have time for this. From the expressions on the soldier’s face, they were getting ready to either run away in fear, or attack. And he certainly knew that expression all too well.
It was an expression Nancy did not have while answering questions. Her odd sentence structure and rather calm nature perplexed and intrigued Six. She did not fear him. She did not hate him. She didn’t even view him as some lifeless machine, like MediaPolitics did, to be used and then disregarded.
She required more questions, in order for him to understand.
Quickly, the robot edited the end of his sentence to be more contextually appropriate. “-most immediate path from danger?”
“Um, well, I dunno why you’d be so balled up over something like that, but that over there looks like-”
As Nancy pointed to a nearby intersection between hallways, she was promptly interrupted by Six, who grabbed her waist with his good hand, and promptly lifted her like a sack of potatoes.
“Come with me,” intoned the Gameshow Host as he headed for the intersection.
“Well, I don’t really have much choice in the matter, do I?” Nancy said as the soldiers began to open fire. “You pickin’ me up like you’re some sort of ragamuffin and all. You better not take any wooden nickels, ‘cause I’m not real keen on havin’ to deal with some piker’s mistakes.”
The pair turned the corner as Six replied: “I assure you that I will not take any wooden currency if I come across it, and I thankfully I am not capable of wielding pikes.”
“No! I mean- augh, forget it.”
The two ran through the trenches for a while in silence, Six dodging gunfire as best as he could, and Nancy putting a thoughtful expression on her face. Six was okay with the silence, however. This was not currently an ideal question asking-situation.
Suddenly, however, the girl asked a question of her own.
“Say, you feel real cold. And hard, like metal and stuff. Are you wearing some kind of armor? Are you like, some kind of Knight or something?”
When the term “knight” was mentioned, Six did not think of the heroes from fairy tales and medieval myth. He thought of the real knights; soldiers, killers, bound under some higher power and ordered to kill for it. He could see the connection, even if that connection was wrong. And although it was outside of protocol, he decided to reply.
“Generally it is not acceptable to answer a contestant’s question. I however, found yours interesting. In many ways I suppose you could compare me to a knight. I equally find you intriguing, contestant 1. I will continue asking questions once we reach a more appropriate area.”
Nancy honestly didn’t understand a lot of that. Nevertheless, she shrugged her shoulders and they continued on their way.
Six quickly assessed the situation.
The soldiers were not contestants. Six, now drawing a connection between the Charlatan’s introductions and contestants’ ability to answer questions, concluded that the soldiers were some sort of auxiliary threat, to make the show more interesting. MediaPolitics sometimes did that. Like that Christmas episode with the presents that were actually bombs.
Furthermore, Six reasoned from experience that, for whatever reason, these soldiers attacked Host and Contestant alike, regardless of game show protocol. Six supposed this was not a normal game show, however. Apparently there were more than six contestants, after all.
But… something still bothered him. That epiphany lost. That nagging feeling…
“GPS DOW-”
Six didn’t have time for this. From the expressions on the soldier’s face, they were getting ready to either run away in fear, or attack. And he certainly knew that expression all too well.
It was an expression Nancy did not have while answering questions. Her odd sentence structure and rather calm nature perplexed and intrigued Six. She did not fear him. She did not hate him. She didn’t even view him as some lifeless machine, like MediaPolitics did, to be used and then disregarded.
She required more questions, in order for him to understand.
Quickly, the robot edited the end of his sentence to be more contextually appropriate. “-most immediate path from danger?”
“Um, well, I dunno why you’d be so balled up over something like that, but that over there looks like-”
As Nancy pointed to a nearby intersection between hallways, she was promptly interrupted by Six, who grabbed her waist with his good hand, and promptly lifted her like a sack of potatoes.
“Come with me,” intoned the Gameshow Host as he headed for the intersection.
“Well, I don’t really have much choice in the matter, do I?” Nancy said as the soldiers began to open fire. “You pickin’ me up like you’re some sort of ragamuffin and all. You better not take any wooden nickels, ‘cause I’m not real keen on havin’ to deal with some piker’s mistakes.”
The pair turned the corner as Six replied: “I assure you that I will not take any wooden currency if I come across it, and I thankfully I am not capable of wielding pikes.”
“No! I mean- augh, forget it.”
The two ran through the trenches for a while in silence, Six dodging gunfire as best as he could, and Nancy putting a thoughtful expression on her face. Six was okay with the silence, however. This was not currently an ideal question asking-situation.
Suddenly, however, the girl asked a question of her own.
“Say, you feel real cold. And hard, like metal and stuff. Are you wearing some kind of armor? Are you like, some kind of Knight or something?”
When the term “knight” was mentioned, Six did not think of the heroes from fairy tales and medieval myth. He thought of the real knights; soldiers, killers, bound under some higher power and ordered to kill for it. He could see the connection, even if that connection was wrong. And although it was outside of protocol, he decided to reply.
“Generally it is not acceptable to answer a contestant’s question. I however, found yours interesting. In many ways I suppose you could compare me to a knight. I equally find you intriguing, contestant 1. I will continue asking questions once we reach a more appropriate area.”
Nancy honestly didn’t understand a lot of that. Nevertheless, she shrugged her shoulders and they continued on their way.