[1: ABOARD THE MOIRA] [At some point, the big, dumb robot probably has stumbled onto something a little more entertaining than trying to poke at his MID long enough to pull up a game worth playing. Namely?]
[Floor wax.]
[For once, his lack of heavy body armor is in his favor, as little stops him from sliding across the floor on his knees, or feet. Occasionally striking dramatic poses. Or attempting to look as if he's playing a giant, invisible, air guitar. Once or twice, he'll crash impressively into a wall, then roll back up onto his feet, grinning at his own stupidity.]
[Hey, it was a rough week with the scraplets. He's allowed this ridiculous bit of self-indulgence.]
[Barring that, a bright red sportscar with no identifying plates, save for a big, gaudy kanji on its sides (速) goes tearing down an empty hall, apparently driverless. Hopefully he doesn't hit anyone.]
[2: IN THE HALLS OF Del Pascia] Whoa...
[The Alchemor was the closest thing he'd ever seen to a prison. Sure, he'd been hauled into police stations a few times. But never actually put behind bars. Much to Strongarm's constant dismay, he was sure. He has to duck a bit to get through some doorways and whatnot, but it's... interesting. If a bit creepy.]
[He'd be more creeped out if there weren't piles of stuff to dig through. Maybe there'd be an MP3 player somewhere. Or an actual instrument, and he could make his own music. Something useful! Or... wall-repairing material. Because, truth be told, he was getting a bit tired of having one gaping hole in the room.]
[If the lanky red bot seemed unperturbed, it was likely because there was not a speck of anyone's blood on his paint whatsoever. Someone got off easily.]
[3: TOO SPOOKY!] [... that calm is gone pretty abruptly, however. He was minding his own business, digging in a scrap pile, when the rattle in the vents startled him. He about jumped out of his plating, his hand going for his sword almost immediately.]
[But nothing was there.]
[For a moment, he just stood there, staring. Before, very slowly, starting to back out of the room.]
[Only to be abruptly startled by yet another rattle, and the sound of heavy footsteps from behind him.]
[And this time, he screams.]
[4: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!] [Any other scenario you want to use on the big dork? Throw it here!]
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[At some point, the big, dumb robot probably has stumbled onto something a little more entertaining than trying to poke at his MID long enough to pull up a game worth playing. Namely?]
[Floor wax.]
[For once, his lack of heavy body armor is in his favor, as little stops him from sliding across the floor on his knees, or feet. Occasionally striking dramatic poses. Or attempting to look as if he's playing a giant, invisible, air guitar. Once or twice, he'll crash impressively into a wall, then roll back up onto his feet, grinning at his own stupidity.]
[Hey, it was a rough week with the scraplets. He's allowed this ridiculous bit of self-indulgence.]
[Barring that, a bright red sportscar with no identifying plates, save for a big, gaudy kanji on its sides (速) goes tearing down an empty hall, apparently driverless. Hopefully he doesn't hit anyone.]
[2: IN THE HALLS OF Del Pascia]
Whoa...
[The Alchemor was the closest thing he'd ever seen to a prison. Sure, he'd been hauled into police stations a few times. But never actually put behind bars. Much to Strongarm's constant dismay, he was sure. He has to duck a bit to get through some doorways and whatnot, but it's... interesting. If a bit creepy.]
[He'd be more creeped out if there weren't piles of stuff to dig through. Maybe there'd be an MP3 player somewhere. Or an actual instrument, and he could make his own music. Something useful! Or... wall-repairing material. Because, truth be told, he was getting a bit tired of having one gaping hole in the room.]
[If the lanky red bot seemed unperturbed, it was likely because there was not a speck of anyone's blood on his paint whatsoever. Someone got off easily.]
[3: TOO SPOOKY!]
[... that calm is gone pretty abruptly, however. He was minding his own business, digging in a scrap pile, when the rattle in the vents startled him. He about jumped out of his plating, his hand going for his sword almost immediately.]
[But nothing was there.]
[For a moment, he just stood there, staring. Before, very slowly, starting to back out of the room.]
[Only to be abruptly startled by yet another rattle, and the sound of heavy footsteps from behind him.]
[And this time, he screams.]
[4: CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE!]
[Any other scenario you want to use on the big dork? Throw it here!]