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Frisk

[personal profile] inruins 2016-06-10 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
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Alphys

[personal profile] inruins 2016-06-10 08:51 am (UTC)(link)
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[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-06-10 08:52 am (UTC)(link)
[ continued from here. ]

[ Oh, what's that she's picking up in his tone of voice? Is that displeasure? Certainly a different type than she'd heard when he made his first comment. ]

I'm sure, though I'm getting the sense that it's hardly a welcome surprise.

[ On his end, anyway. As she can't think of anything she's ever done that could have offended another AI whom she hasn't ever met, Cortana has to hazard a guess that this one has an issue with Halsey. Not a difficult assumption to make when you know you're based on the mind of a very controversial scientist. ]

It's hardly illogical. If anything, it makes sense given we can all be taken from different times as well as universes. I've been brought here from the year 2556. And you?
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Ratchet (greg)

[personal profile] inruins 2016-06-10 09:01 am (UTC)(link)
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medusa

[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-06-10 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ continued from here. ]

[ That's certainly interesting. Those hair movements are far from natural and Cortana watches them with interest until the woman turns to face her. Eyes darting to the face, she simply retains her friendly smile though her expression holds hints of her curiosity. This place really is full of fascinating beings. ]

I'm an AI. An artificial intelligence construct designated CTN 0452-9.

[ Might as well expand on the "what" by adding the "who", right? Seems only polite. That, and she prefers being a "who" to a "what". ]

Just call me Cortana.
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[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-06-10 09:28 am (UTC)(link)
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"Not quite. I would have come through the Ingress as nothing more than a Data Crystal Chip. The captains plugged me into the system." Ah, how nice it would be to move freely, though. To not require someone to physically remove and insert you from system to system.

"As for where I was before, well..." Cortana takes a moment to ponder that. No, to ponder how to answer that. Technically, she'd been in several places at once, fragmented and out of time. "...I was destroyed, actually, before I found myself here. It made waking in the ship's system quite the surprise."

rinzler

[personal profile] friendlyforce 2016-06-10 09:35 am (UTC)(link)
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User? User of what? No, that'd be bad. [ Caboose shakes his head a few times. ] Doc'd be pretty mad about it, too. You shouldn't be a user, either! Nobody is a user around here!

[ He swings Freckles around so that the assault rifle latches onto his back. Reaching out with cake covered hands, he attempts to take hold of his new friend's shoulders to give it a small shake. ] RESIST!
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nihlus

[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-06-10 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
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A pleasure, Nihlus. I'll be sure to keep that in mind, though I have a strong doubt that I'll ever require assistance with a microwave.

[ The comment earns some good-natured amusement though, one of her hands coming to rest on her hip. ]

I'll pass your business card along to anyone who looks like they do, however.

[ While it is a joke, it's not a lie. Knowing he's in engineering, if she does ever spot someone having any sort of issues with some technology, she'll be certain to give them the name. Though, she has a list of all those in engineering, thanks to the Directory... ]

You'd be right. I came in with the new batch of arrivals. It's impressive how many the Ingress brings in all in one day.

tailgate

[personal profile] friendlyforce 2016-06-10 09:38 am (UTC)(link)
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That ... is the saddest thing. Ever. Of all time.

[ How could someone not be able to eat cookies! That's like the worst thing ever. Not being able to eat all the nice things that one could have! Especially when the nice captains decided to give them money so that they could buy them! Wh, what sort of cruel universe do they all live in! What?! ]

Oh? Not a robot? [ Blink. ] Oh ... okay! That makes sense.
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Tailgate things | OTA

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@ Clara Oswald

[personal profile] daintylegs 2016-06-10 09:42 am (UTC)(link)
[here]

It's true that rust comes third on my long list of problems, behind romance and paperwork.

But nevermind the silly stuff! How about something fun?
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agent washington

[personal profile] friendlyforce 2016-06-10 09:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ continued ]

Yeah... it was pretty scary.

[ Freckles makes a few apologetic beeping sounds. But Caboose lightly strokes the assault rifle in a manner that he assumes is soothing. ] There, there, Freckles. It's okay. Everybody survived. Except those that didn't!

[ But still ... it's nice to think that Church might come back. Church is his best friend in the whole universe, in the whole of forever! He isn't sure what he'd do without him, other than wait for him to come back. And he'll be sure to have lots of great stories to tell him. Then they'll be able to make even greater stories together! Yeah! It'll be good. ] I'll just wait for him, then!

[ Caboose feels a little confused at why Washington is confused. Until he remembers that Washington is from some other timeline -- silly him, he almost forgot! He immediately gasps loudly. ] Does that mean that I get to tell you stories of what a great captain I was? [ He literally vibrates a little in his armor that he gets to be the one to tell stories to Washington! ]

Oh, oh! I ... I'm so excited. You're going to be so impressed with me, Washington! [ His excitement builds as he starts to walk a little left then right as he tries to think of where he should actually start the glorious and heroic story of Captain Caboose! He'll have to test it out on Washington first so that he can like refine it for when it tells it to Church! ]

And, no! They were just desperate! They thought we were heroes 'cause people said we were heroes.

tex

[personal profile] friendlyforce 2016-06-10 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ He turns at the voice calling to him. His helmet gives a small tilt of recognition before he looks at the motorcycle at the person sitting on it. Oh, no. Caboose thought that it was someone that he knew, but it turned out that it wasn't! ]

Hello. [ The response that he gives first as he waves. ] You know... I'm just walking and wandering... this planet is a lot nicer than the last planets that I have been on. [ He tips his head up to look at all the buildings, and almost immediately gets blinded by the sun reflecting. ] Ah!

[ Rubbing at his visor, he mumbles: ] Right... right... Washington said to stop doing that... [ Straightening back up, he turns to her with a smile. Then realizes that she can't see that he's smiling or being friendly. Hm. ] Smile. Blink. Blink. Hello. [ Another wave. ]

I'm Caboose and this is Freckles. That is a nice bike. Can it talk?
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[personal profile] gladiumetscutum 2016-06-10 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
[ Humming thoughtfully, Cortana nods. It may not be all the intel that she wants, but it's interesting enough on its own for her to settle for the time being. ]

Interesting. So these programs would be among those AI I've heard about who have physical bodies? But you say they shouldn't exist that way here. Normally they would belong within some sort of system, yes?

[ If they are, after all, programs, it only makes sense if they normally exist only within a computer system. Which would only make it more fascinating if the only reason they aren't is due to something caused by the Ingress. ]

You have the new part right. I'm only just starting to go through the contents of the system, but I'm sure your notes will prove useful in putting together a timeline of events and all that has, apparently, happened since the Ingress began pulling people here. Thanks in advance--it's people like you that I like. The ones who keep records of what they can.
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[personal profile] daintylegs 2016-06-10 09:54 am (UTC)(link)
[Tailgate is visibly disappointed that Megatron has appeared and spoiled his fun. Sure, he absolutely had the unfair advantage here, but isn't cheating part of being a Decepticon? That's pretty much what Starscream said anyway.]

This is... I don't know actually.

[He glances at Bumblebee, and wonders why the heck the yellow Autobot is so jumpy.]

Say stranger, you don't need to worry about, ah, Megs. He's an Autobot, see?

[He points to the Autobot badge on Megatron's chest.]

He's a good guy! Obviously he's here to make sure bad guys like me stay in line. It's how things work, yes?

[Megatron did nothing to deserve this, but Tailgate is giving it to him anyway.]
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoa, whoa, who said anything about objectifying?" He shrugs, grinning with his hands up in the classic surrender position. "It's my boss doing all the objectifying, not me."

No kidding on that boss part. He might be referring to Mettaton, but there's no question who's pulling his strings right about now.

"Free hot dogs?"

It's the first thing that comes to mind. Important details like the fact that he has exactly zero hot dogs do not seem relevant enough to share.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:24 am (UTC)(link)
A couple? Try thirty plus. And that's me being the kind and generous skeleton I'm known to be. [He leans hard against his box, using it more as an arm rest than anything.] Don't worry, though. If you've got half a brain and good aim, you'll be alright.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
It's too late. He's already walking away leaving most of his strewn items behind. Too much trouble to pick 'em up. He can always buy more. With one hand waved behind him, Sans waves.

"Just remember what Uncle Sans says, kiddo!"
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:27 am (UTC)(link)
C'mon. [Sans grins wider, undeterred.] Don't be a weenie.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:29 am (UTC)(link)
[Well la di da. Sans lifts his hands, appropriately demonstrating that we do in fact have a badass over here.]

Well, I know the endless money and sandy beaches are tough burdens to struggle under, but I muddle through somehow.
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[personal profile] skelepun 2016-06-10 10:32 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, of course." Sans dismisses, as quickly and easily as breathing. Hell, quicker and easier than breathing. The man is without lungs, after all.

And then he remembers exactly who he's talking to.

"Uh... well, I guess it's just--" Sans bit off the rest of that sentence, starting again nearly overtop it. "This isn't weird just for me, is it?"