WEEK 3

[grimgrinningghosts]

[Karolina and Mulan are dead. The first, and hopefully the last, deaths of your stay here. Hopefully their deaths won't be in vain. Your third week here starts on a solemn note, and the mood here has taken on a significant downward spiral. If it's any consolation (it isn't), you'll find that you have two new floors to explore...even if one of those floors has about twenty STAY OUT signs nailed to it.

23 guests remain.]

[SUNDAY MONDAY TUESDAY WEDNESDAY THURSDAY]

{ooc: Don't forget to turn in your week 2 AC! As we're now officially in full murdergame mode, AC from here on out is extended till Thursday.}

Comments

[terribibble]

[Of course not! It's not as though WALL-E's in the way at all.]

I wish there was somethin' I could get for you too. Feels rude to leave you out of all the house meals just because you can't eat.

[Look, if this robot is sentient, then it deserves to be treated with decency. Plus maybe if he's nice enough it'll let him examine it later.]

[trashcubes]

[WALL-E holds up it's hands and jazz hands waves them a little here: don't worry about it, we don't mind! We're happy enough with being allowed to watch or sit with people while they eat sometimes.]

[terribibble]

[What a polite little box.]

Well, if you're sure.

So you, ah.

[He is talking to a box. Jesus. What had that biography on the wall said?]

You like to collect things?

[trashcubes]

[WALL-E nods in excitement upon being asked: there are so many interesting things out there worth taking a shine to, and the vending machine has been kind enough to give the robot new things to collect here.

It was also able to reunite us with our cockroach friend... who might in fact be peeking out to look at Fiddleford curiously from behind WALL-E's neck here.]

[terribibble]

[... He does not know the cockroach is a friend. He might be eyeing it with a little Concern.]

You have a -- there's-- ?

[He gestures. Is WALL-E so old he's got an infestation? That wouldn't be surprising. A lot of old machines are home to animals.]

[trashcubes]

Huh? ... Oh!

[WALL-E glances down at the cockroach here, reaching a hand up to... gently pat it on the head? The cockroach seems to like that for some reason if the way it practically snuggles up against WALL-E's hand here is any indication...]

[terribibble]

[... Oh.]

Is that... your friend?

[Does this robot have a pet. Is this robot advanced enough to understand the concept of having a pet? Holy shit. What the fuck. That's so cool.]

[trashcubes]

[WALL-E nods, before using it's hand to let the cockroach hop onto to then hold up and show Fiddleford from where it's sitting in the palm here. Say hi to each other, guys!]

[terribibble]

[Growing up on a farm at least means that while Fiddleford gets kind of jumpy around unusual things, he is more than used to standard critters. Even a cockroach doesn't bother him much, when it's not unexpected.

He's not going to pet it, though.]

Kind of perky, isn't it?

[He's never seen a cockroach be expressive before.]

Does it have a name?

[trashcubes]

... Naaaame?

[UH. We... never really thought about giving it a name before now.]

[terribibble]

Well, sure. If it's your pet, or your friend or what have you, it ought to have a name.

[trashcubes]

Oh.

[And then WALL-E proceeds to turn his attention to the cockroach?]

Name?

[... The robot assumes the cockroach already has a name and is now asking for it. The cockroach though can't talk and thus stays silent.]

[terribibble]

[Ohhhh my god that's precious. If Fiddleford weren't pretty decent at multitasking he might let the bacon burn due to only paying attention to how cute this is.]

Oh, it... it may not be able to tell you on its own. [It definitely can't.] You could think of what you call it as like a nickname?

[If WALL-E really wants to respect the cockroach's... uh... potential actual name.

This is surreal.]

[trashcubes]

Niiickname?

[But... what should we call them? Do you have any ideas for nicknames, Fiddleford?]

[terribibble]

[uuuUUUUH]

Well, uh. Is it a boy cockroach or a girl?

[That's a good place to start figuring out names, right?

Lord help him he is in too deep he can't get off this train this is happening and he's got to see it through]

[trashcubes]

Um...

[... WALL-E has no idea.]

[terribibble]

[Yeah it probably is hard to tell, isn't it. Uh.]

Well maybe somethin' neutral, like Pal, or Buddy?

[trashcubes]

Buuuddyyyy? Paaaal?

[WALL-E tilts it's head a little at this before turning his attention to the cockroach. Which one do you like?

... The cockroach doesn't mind either WALL-E, you don't need to be so concerned about that.]