Logfile from M3

The house Gabriel referred to is, in fact, actually quite nice. Definately upper middle class. It is an old house too, it has been around since before the start of the Robot Wars. That in mind, the garage is somewhat archaic, off to the side of the building with a simple slide open door. The house is made out of wood, not stone, though it looks like recently there has been a new paintjob, and if you have the eye for it, internal reinforcements added for structural integrity. It's generally a quiet area, there is a mailbox but it is empty.

Oh, what a nice neighborhood, observes Feste. Too bad I don't live in it. Where did all the neighborhoods like these go, anyway?

Feste walks to the house, checking the piece of paper he'd written the address down on once again, just to be sure. Yep, right house. Cool.

The Fool walks right up to the garage door, taking a few stealthy glances all around, to make sure nobody else is around. Otherwise, this might look...odd.

Not immediately seeing anyone, he proceeds to open the garage door.

And nobody is coming around. In fact, it almost looks like nobody's home... Looking at the long uncut lawn, nobody may have come around in quite some time. The door resists The Fool slightly, but it's from haven't being opened in some time more than anything else, it is easily opened with enough effort. Inside the garage, it is quite dark, though in the front Feste can easily make out some cardboard boxes and fallen tools of various sorts.

Too bad he hasn't got a flashlight...oh wait. That almost-nightvision should prove handy now, shouldn't it. The Fool's eyes flare a bright red as he looks around. She said something about a terminal, didn't she? But where is it...

Ooooooh..... That's nifty! Of course, the room lights up, revealing various robotics (mostly archaic too, by the look of them) lying on the ground in various positions. There are, in fact, two terminals, one for the garage door and another merely embedded into the back of the wall. Near this terminal is what appears to be a robotic frame of some kind, impossible to tell if it's android or reploid, though the creation -is- humaform. The fellow is a bit odd, though it's hard to gather any specific details from this distance.

Hmm. That is mildly disturbing.

Regardless, Feste continues, eyes toning down as the lights come up. He spots the humaform frame rather easily, the terminal immediately after. That must be it. He approaches, first attempting to locate whatever cable he's supposed to use.

Robot Graveyard! Something Job might like. The humaform, upon closer inspection, will prove to be bald and with a barcode on his neck. The terminal above is an easy open, and has a coiled up datajack already connected to it. The terminal appears to be off, but the datajack is there already like Gabriel said it would be.

Feste hmms. To turn the terminal on, or not to turn the terminal on. Hmm.

He decides to exercise some blind faith, and just plug the terminal in like he was told to. Feste grabs the datajack with one hand and seeks the catch on the back of the neck with the other. Should be there...

Gabriel might be the type of person who likes blind faith. Of course, if Feste feels around the barcode, he should be able to flick the flesh open (it makes a sickly fleshopening sound too) and see a small insertion in the back of the robot's neck. The head slumps as Feste mucks about the neck.

Feste does so, idly 'ew'ing at the noise. That's just gross, and... eurgh. He can't help but feel, well, dirty, mucking around in someone's neck -- robot or fleshie. Fighting back his momentary revulsion, Feste plugs the datajack into the newly-found terminal.

Dr. Chambers was a madman in his own right, he merely hid it better than others. Why else would all his creations be reminiscent of angels, and demons in one form or another? However, as Feste plugs the robot in, nothing happens. Not for about fourty five seconds. And then the terminal suddenly lights up, turning on on its own! Aiee!

Feste blinks, stepping back. Just in case something bad should happen. He is unfortunately blissfully unaware of Dr. Chambers' existence, and that of his creations, or /whatever/ this is -- only that he has been given a task, and that he shall complete it. Mm.

OOC Information session over, the robotic form continues to 'sleep'...until suddenly, black hair starts growing, at an accelerated pace, of course, through small 'pores' in the reploids head. The process takes about twenty seconds as the hair is fairly long (though the robotic frame insinuates a male form). About three more seconds later, the eyes flit open and stare into space.

Feste /blinks/ as it GROWS HAIR. Whoa.

Feste, while Norwegian and an English major, is not used to dealing with things this strange. He stares, transfixed by this...display? What IS this? He idly waves as the robot's eyes snap open.

The robot blinks a few times before responding, perhaps running diagnostic checks of some kind (which is supported by small bits of data visibly flitting across the robot's eyes...eyes that are a sky blue. It looks to Feste, seems to study him before the robot smiles and says, "Thank you.", in a, yes, male voice.

Feste quirks an eyebrow, smiling himself. "You're welcome, sir."

The man stands up, the datajack slightly tensing. "Ah, sir, yes....", the man grins a little, but it's a somewhat sad one, a nostalgic one. He bows slightly, but sways unsteadily from the movement, the chord tensing again.

"Ah ah ah, no need to bow to me, sir," says Feste, holding out a hand. He wouldn't want the guy to pull out the cord by accident.

In apparent irritation, the robot is steadied by Feste, and he takes a moment to orient himself. With another smile he reaches back and tugs the cord out, tightly, but not too violently, letting his hand drop he says, "But I am afraid I owe you a great debt, Feste.", the 'man' says.

Feste takes his hand back, still smiling. "Oh, do not be afraid, sir."

The man quirrks an eyebrow, "But my first day awake, sir, there is much to be feareful of.", it's obvious it isn't his first day awake.

"Oh really," says Feste. "Well. Perhaps I could give you a little guidance, then. What's your name, fellow?"

The man shakes his head, "No, no, it's just me, Gabriel, this is the body of my would-be brother, however. He was never completed I'm afraid.", a wistful sigh, perhaps there's something more to the story. "My apologies, I had to be vague."

"That is what I thought," says Feste. "Not the brother-part, the Gabriel-part. Hello!" Cheerily, as he waves. Ever the fool, yes. "No need to apologize. I trust everything is in place, then, madonna?" Man, that feels weird.

'Gabriel' says, "Ah, well, it's hard to be much of a player in this instance.", 'she' smiles a little and says, "Yes, thank you very much for your help.", she strolls up to a nearby space and starts looking it over before 'she' looks back to Feste, "May I assist you with anything?"

Feste lifts a finger as if suddenly inspired. "Ah! Not at the moment, most gracious madonna, but I assume that if I were to ask again later, I would find myself welcomed with open arms?"

'Gabriel' is usually the type to take care with promises. If it's something she simply cannot do, she simply will inform Feste of this, however she nods slightly, "Yes, assuming mums the word about this, at least.", the man smiles again, "Is that well?"

"But of course, Lady Gabriel. But of course," says Feste, softly. "I thank you heartily, lady."