[So Rabbit has come to a sobering conclusion.]

So. We ain't re-re-real.

[This only means one thing]

Nuthin' here is real.

[And further more]

So I don't gotta act like it is real.

[Which is why he is boldly and uncaringly standing in front of a terminal. Stark. Naked.]

I can do whatever I want. S'all fa-fake anyway. Who's gonna stop me?

[The video screen turns on to a familiar, if still somewhat dented copper face, grinning brightly into the screen. He then steps off to the side, and sharply tugs another, slightly taller figure in, trying to position him directly in front of the screen]

C'mon, Spine! Ya gotta do it! Say hello ta everyone!

[Said slightly taller figure may just have an exasperated look on his face.]

Rabbit, I don't think--

[Oh. The feed is already active. Well, that's just... great. The Spine adjusts his tie and gives the screen his best 'no really all according to plan' smile.]

Ah... Hello! [Does he sound like he still thinks this is a bad idea? Yes. Yes he does.] My name is The Spine. Rabbit why're we doin' this.


[Because you gotta, that's why. Older brother says so. He just keeps grinning, knowing full well that The Spine would have to go along with it now that he was in front of the camera.]

An' i-if any of ya di-di-didn't know, I'm Rabbit!

[Wait there was more to this. Rabbit just kept going, ignoring his brothers discomfort]

An' for your entertainment t-t-t-t-today, I'm g-gonna ma-make the both of us disappear!

[All right, so this wasn't so bad so far, although Spine still didn't think it was wise.

...Wait, what.]

And, uh, just how do you plan on doin' that, Rabbit?

[He has a bad, bad feeling about this.]


[Rabbit leans in, resting one hand on The Spine's front, and the other on his shoulder]

A ma-magician ne-never reveals their se-secrets, Spine. But if ya really mu-must know...

[He glances around conspiratorially... Before slowly reaching up... And yanking off both hat and wig, shooting down the hall with a victorious whoop]

[You're getting an odd look, buddy. Whatever you're planning, he's ready for it.

Or... not.]

What the--RABBIT! Get back here, you--

[He makes a grab for Rabbit's collar. Too slow. The feed gets a glimpse of an irritated profile. Then there's a blur of silver-and-black (was that an elbow?) and the receding sound of heavy footsteps gaining speed.]


[And woe upon anyone else in the Dormitory areas. All of them. Because there are now two stampeding robots charging up and down the hall, Rabbit occsionally trying to lose The Spine. He will eventually stop, sneaking up to another terminal, wig and hat still firmly in hand]

O-one heckuva ma-magic trick, huh?

[[OOC: The Spine
Rabbit]]

[Someone is feeling lonely and depressed and just... oh just about every flavor of 'not good' in the book that a robot can feel. If he had a stomach it would be in knots right now.

It's... been an unpleasant time here. The damage on his face is clear enough, with the one blue eye constantly flickering out. He gives his head a sharp rap and it flickers back on again, but there's no smile into the terminal right now.

He just wants to try and cheer himself up]

H-hey. Does anyone he-he-here wanna song? I gotta few s-s-songs if ya wanna hear 'em.

[No accordion, none of the songs he wanted to sing needed it anyway. He was kind of taking Legolas's advice and doing what he likes to do anyway.]

It's a re-re-real sweet one. Nuthin' t-too loud 'r nuthin.

[He hums a few bars, before going into the piece, the tune just a little bit more mournful than usual.]

...

I-i-if ya want any other s-songs, I got more. Wou-wouldn't mind s-singin' 'em fer someone if they wanna hear it.

[Well. He's only been here a week and he's taken a massive issue with something.

A massive issue.

Someone just talked to Yotsuba and learned something rather... unpleasant.

So after he was perfectly and utterly sure she was in a safe room for the night and tucked away, he went and took his issue up on the airwaves.

Loudly.]

WHI-WHI-WHI-WHICH ONE 'O YOU LOONY TOONS KI-KI-KILLED A KID?!

Ya don't hi-hi-hit kids! 'Specially no-no-not girl kids! No kids at all in fact! I oughta beatcha 'til ya ca-ca-ca-ca-caaaaaaAAAaAan't walk no more!

[His voice veered off into a sharp whine and then descended into static, emotion overwhelming his vocal units for a moment]

If I ever fi-fi-fi-find out who la-laid a hand on that ki-kid- I'll- You don't wanna know what I'll do!

[Rabbit didn't want to know what he'd do.]

Ya be-be-better watch it or else I'll fi-fi-find ya and then you'll be sorry ya ever even looked at her!

[The face on the camera is tired, the look in Diarmuid's eyes making it clear that the source of his weariness isn't physical, but mental and emotional as it so often has been since he arrived here.]

Has anyone see my brother?  Ah...you probaly know him better as Lancer.  I know he is still in the tower because his belongings are here and his name is still on the door, but I cannot find him anywhere and I have looked.  Those who know my skills know quickly I can do that.

I am worried because I just remembered something he said to Jason a while back.  He said he would volunteer for his next experiement and since this is Jason's month in charge and so many others have gone missing, I fear for what that means for him.

If anyone has seen him in the last few days, will you please let me know?

[Diarmuid pauses a moment, suddenly looking a lot more uneasy.]

Also, I want to apologize to all the people who were affected by my curse about week ago or got caught up in everything that was going on.  For those who don't know, I carry a curse that forces the women who see my face to fall in love with me.  It has been mostly inactive in this place but for some reason during the end of March and the beginning of April it flared back to life affecting both men and women.  Unfortunately, I have never been able to tell when it is active and when it is not so far too many people were affected before I knew what was going on.

I...do not know why this happened.  It has gone inactive again and I think by this time all those affected should have had the effects wear off.  If not, take the knowledge that your strange feelings are caused by something outside of you and focus on that...

[Suddenly, he turns away from the screen as if someone has tugged on his arm, which they have.  When he speaks his voice is quieter and directed at whoever is standing just off camera.]

Tony, just a moment, okay?  I will play with you then.

[Diarmuid turns back to the camera, quiet for a moment as if he is collecting his thoughts and then continues where he left off.]

Focusing on the fact that your feelings are not your own will help you overcome the effects sooner.  It is not something that worked that well during my first life, but there is a very strong pattern of it working here...

[There is a sudden scuffling behind Diarmuid and he is yanked away from the camera.  The scuffling continues as his voice drifts back toward the terminal.]

Tony!  Tony wait!  I'm not done...

Gah!  Does anyone know how to stop an alien abduction?



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(OOC: Diarmuid's responses will come a few hours later when he has given Tony the attention that the little gray alien seems to want so badly.)

[Standing in front of the machine known as the terminal, Thorin frowned. He had only figured out how to work this from others he had met upon arriving into the tower. He hoped his calls would be answered as he was not in the best of moods right now. Being kidnapped was something any dwarf objected to.]

If anyone is listening to this, I have some questions. Do you know who abducted us from our world and placed us within this tower? I demand to be told why and if there is a way out. [There has to be.]

Also, is there anywhere to find food and drink as I am rather hungry and thirsty. I cannot live on fresh air alone.

[This was directed to his captors, whomever they might be.]

I urge someone to answer this as I am need of aid and answers. I will not be held in this prison willingly. Know this.

[The screen is on. Someone... or something, is staring very intensely at the screen. Very intensely, mismatched green and blue photoreceptors narrow in either thought, irritation, or concentration. The copper face is screwed up in a pout, hat cocked, skeletal fingers splayed across the keypad. Then-]

Get Ice Cream

[Typed very suddenly, the look of concentration deepening. ... Nothing happens. There's a puff of steam, and he tries something else]

Get French Fries

[Swing and a miss. He's annoyed now]

I-I-I know that letter was non-non-nonsense. What kinda me-messed up hotel is this anyway?

[Like his world was destroyed. Hello he'd totally know if that happened.]

A-a-anyone see a t-tall silver man? Or a li-little gold o-one? Wears a hat? Nice suspenders? T-t-talks about marmalade? Has a k-k-koi in his chest?

He's real hard to miss, The Jon. No? H-h-how about a little bronze g-guy with a smoke stack on his hat? T-t-talks like a posessed speak n' spell. Love ya, Hatchy.

[He taps on the screen with one of those long skinny fingers, hunching over the screen a little more]

HEY HATCHY! TH' SPINE! THE JON, Y-Y-YA IN HERE?!

[Because this is the time for yelling as loud as you can. Sleep? Sleep what sleep]

... Whaddya g-g-gotta do ta g-get food?