Re: Petty Squabble [ROUND 1] [Fort Ayers, New Atlantis]
06-04-2011, 12:04 AM
Originally posted on MSPA by TimeothyHour.
The room John had directed the two towards happened to be a supply closet. A simple light bulb hung from the ceiling, which Six quickly flipped on before letting Nancy back onto the ground. Random, disorganized objects lined the walls on utilitarian metal shelves, bearing all sorts of futuristic cleaning supplies. Nancy looked at the room in bewilderment, which Six noticed.
“We are in a supply closet,” Six politely informed her.
“No, I know that,” she replied, staring at a particularly strange-looking device that presumably worked somewhat like a mop. “B-but what is all this stuff?”
“I would hypothesize that these objects serve some sort of cleaning purpose, Contestant Number 1.”
Nancy shook her head, trying to regain her composure. This was all so strange. She didn’t even understand half of what was happening. Where was she? Who were these people? Why was that guy wearing such strange-
Oh no. Oh God no.
Somehow she had managed to find herself in a supply closet with a strange man. She didn’t even know his name! She reached into her purse and fumbled for her Revolver, pointing it at Six’s cube-shaped head.
“You better not try any funny business while we’re in here, mister. I’m not afraid to shoot (In actuality, she was terrified to shoot).”
Six processed the words and the perceived threat of Nancy’s weapon. Although she was breaking protocol with possessing a weapon, Six’s curiosity towards this strange woman overwhelmed his desire to kill, which only made Six’s puzzlement burn even more. Concluding that calming the contestant would be the best course of action, he set to work. Referencing various media sources and contextual implications, the robot composed an appropriate reply.
“I assure you, Contestant Number 1, your worries are in vain. I am not... anatomically correct.”
Nancy seemed to understand, at least somewhat. She slowly lowered her weapon, the look of suspicion fading from her eyes. For Six, it was enough.
Enough to as questions, at least. However, now the questions took on a different tone.
“Question 13: Contestant Number 1, what is your name?”
Finally, something that made sense, even if made absolutely no sense in context! Nancy was happy to comply with answer, even if the question was preceded by yet another of this strange man’s quirks.
“M’name’s Nancy, Nancy little, and you are?”
“NANCY LITTLE. CORRECT,” Six replied, and after a little thought added a bit more. “And I am known as Gamehost Six, Six functioning as a nickname.”
“Pleased to meet, ya, Mistah Six,” Nancy replied, holding her hand out for a handshake. Quickly she remembered that Six only had one hand and quickly switched which arm was being offered to the robot. He took the hand and shook it as he intoned another question.
“Question 14: If you do not mind my asking, Miss Little, why is your reaction towards me so different. Most respond to me with fear or hatred, yet you respond cordially. Please explain why.”
Nancy sat there for a long moment, thinking. The silence settled thick over the pair as Six waited for Nancy’s reply. Once again he noticed the blinking “GPS DOWN,” and once again Six felt as if he was missing something, some epiphany, some bigger picture.
“Well...” Nancy began, breaking the quiet. “It’s probably because-”
-At which point the door splintered, a man and several baguettes flying into the storage room, slamming against the back wall of the room. An off-kilter laugh echoed in the hallway outside, and Six turned to come face-to-face with a grinning John Smith.
The room John had directed the two towards happened to be a supply closet. A simple light bulb hung from the ceiling, which Six quickly flipped on before letting Nancy back onto the ground. Random, disorganized objects lined the walls on utilitarian metal shelves, bearing all sorts of futuristic cleaning supplies. Nancy looked at the room in bewilderment, which Six noticed.
“We are in a supply closet,” Six politely informed her.
“No, I know that,” she replied, staring at a particularly strange-looking device that presumably worked somewhat like a mop. “B-but what is all this stuff?”
“I would hypothesize that these objects serve some sort of cleaning purpose, Contestant Number 1.”
Nancy shook her head, trying to regain her composure. This was all so strange. She didn’t even understand half of what was happening. Where was she? Who were these people? Why was that guy wearing such strange-
Oh no. Oh God no.
Somehow she had managed to find herself in a supply closet with a strange man. She didn’t even know his name! She reached into her purse and fumbled for her Revolver, pointing it at Six’s cube-shaped head.
“You better not try any funny business while we’re in here, mister. I’m not afraid to shoot (In actuality, she was terrified to shoot).”
Six processed the words and the perceived threat of Nancy’s weapon. Although she was breaking protocol with possessing a weapon, Six’s curiosity towards this strange woman overwhelmed his desire to kill, which only made Six’s puzzlement burn even more. Concluding that calming the contestant would be the best course of action, he set to work. Referencing various media sources and contextual implications, the robot composed an appropriate reply.
“I assure you, Contestant Number 1, your worries are in vain. I am not... anatomically correct.”
Nancy seemed to understand, at least somewhat. She slowly lowered her weapon, the look of suspicion fading from her eyes. For Six, it was enough.
Enough to as questions, at least. However, now the questions took on a different tone.
“Question 13: Contestant Number 1, what is your name?”
Finally, something that made sense, even if made absolutely no sense in context! Nancy was happy to comply with answer, even if the question was preceded by yet another of this strange man’s quirks.
“M’name’s Nancy, Nancy little, and you are?”
“NANCY LITTLE. CORRECT,” Six replied, and after a little thought added a bit more. “And I am known as Gamehost Six, Six functioning as a nickname.”
“Pleased to meet, ya, Mistah Six,” Nancy replied, holding her hand out for a handshake. Quickly she remembered that Six only had one hand and quickly switched which arm was being offered to the robot. He took the hand and shook it as he intoned another question.
“Question 14: If you do not mind my asking, Miss Little, why is your reaction towards me so different. Most respond to me with fear or hatred, yet you respond cordially. Please explain why.”
Nancy sat there for a long moment, thinking. The silence settled thick over the pair as Six waited for Nancy’s reply. Once again he noticed the blinking “GPS DOWN,” and once again Six felt as if he was missing something, some epiphany, some bigger picture.
“Well...” Nancy began, breaking the quiet. “It’s probably because-”
-At which point the door splintered, a man and several baguettes flying into the storage room, slamming against the back wall of the room. An off-kilter laugh echoed in the hallway outside, and Six turned to come face-to-face with a grinning John Smith.