[She's just done her rounds with the Saddest Children on God's Green Earth and is just about to climb the stairs back to the bedrooms, when there's the pitter patter of dog feet.]
I mean... You just smell different. Kind of like the silverware Mammon was collecting? But different! And no one else smells like that! Except maybe Miss 45?
[ has he ever sniffed a coin? time to approximate it ]
They have a lot of different responsibililites, yes. A robot sometimes can just be an arm that just does one thing very well, or it can be more complicated, like a whole room of a building. The ones I work with are all like me, though they look a lot less human. I guess you could say that, normally, we look like, um... shiny metal skeletons?
Anyway... yes, that's part of the reason why I can help people. Do you know what a computer is, Missile? [does a dog know how to meme]
Yes! It's the click-clack machine that plugs into the wall! Miss Lynne never uses it! She says "true detectives use blood, sweat, and paper for investigations!"
[Oh boy, how to explain this to a dog... GIVE HER A SECOND]
Well, there's... a very big computer where I am from that has all sorts of information on how to take care of people. It's called a medical database. A normal person wouldn't be able to necessarily use all that information. It's a lot. But because I'm a machine, I can use it much easier than a person. It's like having a... a doctor library, all to myself.
[congratulations, lamp, luna doesn't seem to be here anymore... though it looks like she about evaporated with how much of her hair and skin is on the floor, like a snake shedding its scales.
All that's left is just this creepy thing, a metal skeleton wallowing in the corner with bright red lights where the eyes should be and a fun addition that scrapes against the ceiling from time to time.
Eventually, it will look up, as if noticing that there's something there thst is out of place. It slowly gets up. Walks over.
[Well, the voice SOUNDS like Luna! She'll withdraw her hand, though her face doesn't change. It really can't, unfortunately, when you don't technically have a face...]
...Missile? Wh.... why in the world are you... [In here? A lamp? YOU KNOW. MANY QUESTIONS.]
Ah... That's right, I remember you mentioned you weren't alive.
I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
Don't worry, Miss Luna! You're still a person without your clothes, just like I'm still a Pomeranian without my fur coat! We can ask Miss Peach to fix this!
[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?
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w2, saturday, post trial
Miss Luna...?
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Oh... hello, Missile.
Is something the matter?
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No, nothing's wrong! I wanted to ask you something. Is there a reason you don't smell like everyone else does?
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That's a peculiar question. What do you mean?
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[ has he ever sniffed a coin? time to approximate it ]
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[...Ah. Hm. There's not really any delicate way around this. But there doesn't seem to be anyone else nearby.]
Yes, there's a reason. But you have to promise to keep it a secret.
Okay?
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[ he might not be the best at hiding there is a secret, but no one will get the details of that secret out of his muzzle! ]
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[welp luna can't read meta text so it's time to make mistakes]
I don't smell like a human because I'm not a human. I'm... a robot.
1/2
2/2
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There's all sorts of different robots, Missile.
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Anyway... yes, that's part of the reason why I can help people. Do you know what a computer is, Missile? [does a dog know how to meme]
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Or something like that. Why? Is it important?
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Well, there's... a very big computer where I am from that has all sorts of information on how to take care of people. It's called a medical database. A normal person wouldn't be able to necessarily use all that information. It's a lot. But because I'm a machine, I can use it much easier than a person. It's like having a... a doctor library, all to myself.
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Miss Luna is a library?
[ sort of?????? ]
w4, post trial
there's the sound of scratching on the infirmary door, and if Luna looks outside it
there will be
a single candy bar (still in its wrapper!!!) on the floor ]
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where did this come from.
...
she's gonna pick this up and save this for later.
Thank you, door santa.]
w5, tuesday? wednesday?
suddenly, there's a lamp on the table. was the lamp there before? it's awfully noticeable. ]
Tuesday plz
All that's left is just this creepy thing, a metal skeleton wallowing in the corner with bright red lights where the eyes should be and a fun addition that scrapes against the ceiling from time to time.
Eventually, it will look up, as if noticing that there's something there thst is out of place. It slowly gets up. Walks over.
And taps at the lamp curiously.]
👍
but when Luna taps the lamp's frame, it frantically wiggles, squeaking as it rocks back and forth. ]
Hey! That tickles!
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W-what?
[Well, the voice SOUNDS like Luna! She'll withdraw her hand, though her face doesn't change. It really can't, unfortunately, when you don't technically have a face...]
...Missile? Wh.... why in the world are you... [In here? A lamp? YOU KNOW. MANY QUESTIONS.]
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Hi, Miss Luna! I woke up as a soul again, but this lamp was the only thing I could jump into! It's very strange.
What happened to you? Are you a ghost too? That's a funny looking body_
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I'm sorry you're stuck in a lamp. I'm glad you're still able to talk, though. That's very, um... convenient. [Does this lamp have a speaker system? Who knows!]
...Missile, do you remember how I said I was like 45? This is what I meant.
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[ the lamp stops bouncing for a moment at her last words, before extending its neck in her direction. a closer look, somehow...? ]
Oh, I see! So all your clothes fell off! Were they too dirty or something?
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I have... sort of a second layer of "clothes". It's what looks like my skin, and what makes me look like a... a person.
It, um... it broke and fell apart. And I don't have another one. That's why I look like this.
[Ah. She glances towards the wings on her back, and then sighs.]
Um... besides these. These are... um. New.
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[ the head of the lamp twists, so all the light is directed at Luna's new appendages. ]
And I think your wings are pretty! Can you actually fly?