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 Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:06 pm
 From the garish flourescent PARTY sign mounted lopsidedly on the roof to the crude white exlamation mark painted on the door, the outside of this building screams "WE WANT YOUR MONEY!!", albeit in a particularly convincing manner. It stands out from it's surroundings by the sole fact that it seems to have some life to it, which is probably the main reason you first decide to enter. The inside is dim, and a little drab compared to the outside, although occasionally the tacky spinning mood light is on and ovals of colour glide dancing across the walls. Most of the room is filled with sagging couches and scratched up coffee tables, although for some reason a couple old-style booths with bright red seats sit against one wall, looking desolate and deserted without accompanying windows. Recently, one of the locals has set up a clunky computer system in one of the booths, although the extents of its capabilities are currently unkown. Framed images, many with broken glass, are hung around the plain walls, (the colour of which are difficult to tell in the dim light - perhaps some shade of brown?), some images are from Gaia's history, some are unrecognizeable, but the general theme seems to be "What the hell is that!?" The dim lights and mis-matched look of the place somehow come together to create a homey atmosphere, and The Bar (as it as no other name) is a favourite haunt of many of The Artificial Room's residents and visitors.
Then of course, there's the bar itself. It sits against the one of the side walls adjacent to the two lonely booths. You notice the stools are of various sizes and levels of sturdyness, and looking past those you see the robotic bartender staring silently at you. You stare back, but it soon returns to whatever menial task it had been doing previously. Stanley, as it turns out is the robot's name, never talks, but can mix drinks like nobody's business. As it also turns out, it never directly asks you to pay - but most people pay anyway. Not only does Stanley keep track of who has and who has not paid their bill, it's considered bad luck to be stingy on the robot.
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 11:11 pm
Guidelines This is a generally IC hangout for Artificial Room members, where roleplay can get a little wacky. Not everything that happens here is necissarily taken literally, so godmoding and such is let slide as long as everyone's having fun. So yes, other than that all of the regular guild rules apply here, however OOC is more accepted than usual, and please do not pester the barkeep. Thx.
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2008 5:14 pm
((The statue is up! It's legal for me to post!
*does Happy Dance, then types post*
I haven't been here in forever, so this is going to be a bit on the long side.))
As Kibichu walked through the door into the empty bar, a small chiming noise could be heard from the windchime outside.
"Hey, Stanley." she said. There was the small clack of a gold coin hitting the counter, then she grabbed the proffered can and walked straight to one of the red booths in the corner. One side was clear, but the other was full. Small boxes hidden in a nest of tangled wires and cables beeped occasionally or flashed as they did whatever job they had been assigned, but to determine what each individual device was supposed to do would be nigh impossible. Kibichu either didn't notice or didn't care, and she only spared the storm of mechanics dominating half the booth a slight glance before slipping into the clear side. After that, all her attention was focused on what was actually on the table.
An old monitor missing most of its casing sat there. It didn't look as if it should work at all, but the display showed amazingly detailed images and bright colors seemingly impossible for a contraption so old to render. Beside it, on the side of the table hidden from the rest of the bar, stood an even larger box. It seemed to be in only slightly better shape than the monitor, chips and chunks falling out of its own protective covering, but it hummed contentedly as she flipped a series of switches on the complicated control panel, and the screen soon sprang to life.
It had taken her forever to collect everything she needed for the home-made computer, and even longer to actually build it. She had consulted numerous half-deleted instructional files she'd found on disks in the junk piles, a couple old books, and even a crazy hermit she'd found near the skyscraper, but she's finally managed to get the thing working. Stanley didn't seem to mind her taking up one of the booths, especially since she'd buy a drink every time she came in, and so far she hadn't seen anyone around the room that would object. Of course, finding someone to get mad at her would have first required finding anyone at all, and she hadn't done that yet. The room was more or less deserted since the Ball had ended all that time ago. It suited her just fine.
She had found the door to the Artificial Room, much to her surprise, when exploring one of the numerous old apartments in Aekea. She had been delighted. Since then, she had spent all her free time there, even going as far as to sleep in a couple of the softer junkpiles a couple times. Since the Ball, she had often thought of how much she had found in the room. She was a scavenger by nature, and this room was perfect for her.
She'd made (general) peace with the mechanical crabs, established a routine with the mute Stanley, and more or less memorized the layout of the room as well as sorted through a great deal of the junk. She had barely scratched the surface, though, of the seemingly infinite potential of the place, and she would be staying around for a while longer.
As she waited for the computer to start up, she slipped off her hat and popped the tab on the can. At her waist was pinned a white omnitool, right now functioning as an MP3 player broadcasting to the wireless headphones in her ears. The logo of an ancient operating system she had found in a disk pile flashed on the screen for a moment before the logon screen showed up. She had her own ID and password, but there was a guest account for anyone who happened by the computer. So far, she didn't think that anyone had, but if she was going to hog a whole booth, she might as well share the thing. Her computer was the Room's computer.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:13 pm
((Hmm. Do you want your character to have IC acess to The Underground Building as well, i.e. be officially on staff? Because I just realised I dunno if System should address your char as a familiar face or not.))
The being known as System Virus (just System, normally,) had changed. Goggles were finally off, simply to reveal faceless metal features. Garments were much more reserved, and in fact with all the change it was near impossible to recognize the individual. Nontheless, this was still the mysterious and rarely-seen Administrator of The Artificial Room, whatever that title meant in a place such as this.
She (for that's what gender the being appears to be) took her first steps into the Bar since what seemed like a millenia ago. There had been so much going on... And so much stress. Excitment too, however! Things were finally rolling. Also, at least she had finally closed off The Skyscraper - pesky building. The whole Room was a pesky thing, but it certainly had potential. Oh yes, and a lot of that.
Anyway, the purpose of her visit today was not to stand around and congratulate herself, it was to get some refreshments. She sat down on one stool, rested her pitchfork(????) on the next, and was almost immediately handed some sort of sickly green concoction by Stanley. Placing a couple of gold coins on the counter, the Administrator sat and happily drank her... soda/alcholoic beverage/green/whatever, quite lost in her own thoughts and oblivious of Kibichu and her new electronic addition to one of the booths.
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Posted: Fri Jan 11, 2008 9:48 pm
((Hm... Kibichu might have been at the party, but she probably wouldn't be involved further. She could get offered the position, I suppose, which might or might not be useful, but at the moment she's just a scavenger.
Just realized I forgot to take off the hat.))
Kibichu ruffled the hair directly behind her ear, causing the two silvery earrings to jingle. As she raised the can to take a drink, she noticed movement over the moniter of the computer.
Peeking around the bulky contraption, she removed one headphone and surveyed the room. Immediately she noticed a figure sitting at the bar, but it took a moment of squinting and racking her brains before the elusive name finally popped into her head.
"System?" she asked, again scratching her ear.
"System Virus?"
If it was the Administrator, she had changed a lot. Kibichu had never really gotten that good a look at the lady- she had seen the face on the announcements, and possibly at the party, but she couldn't remember if she had been drinking anything toxic that night. Not that she was one to accept suspiciously oily drinks from robotic bartenders that may or may not have been in a critically malfunctioning state for a number of years, but it had been a party. She was pretty sure that there was at least one occasion her can had gotten confused with one of her less-organic occasion, and she had her doubts on the safety of a human(oid) consuming robot chow . Either way, the face had most certainly changed from that which she remembered. However, she really couldn't imagine any other robot... ish... thing... that would be roaming the room.
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2008 11:12 am
(The customers of the bar hear a scratching coming from the closet...)
*screeeeech*
*screeech*
*ka-c***k*
(The doorknob falls off the door, and the door creaks open, revealing a figure covered in a large tablecloth)
*bleep*
System scan initiated.
(The tall figure raises his arm from under the tablecloth, and pulls it off to reveal a familiar face)
[ooc: I plan on going around and collecting all of what I have on, don't worry]
(The familiar face walks over to the opposite side of the bar from System)
*brrrrrrrrrrvvvvvrrrrrrrrrrr*
(Dyce warms up system sync, and takes a flask filled with a green bubbling substance only labeled as "The Experiment" and takes a milligram for analysis before refueling)
Hmm...seems non-toxic, yet slightly corrosive. Dare I take a chance?
(Dyce throws some tickets to the bartender, at which, Stanley throws them away, and give a look as if I'm expected to still pay)
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Dycedarg Beoulve Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Feb 07, 2008 10:10 pm
((You don't have to justify anything on your avatar if you don't want to, Dyce. It's expected that users are often travelling back and forth between the Room and Gaia, and therefore may be often changing appearance due to Gaia purchases.))
System heard her name and turned her head around to stare at Kibichu, blank face showing no outward sign of recognition or comprehension. She stayed that way for a few moments, then smiled breifly - somewhat creepily, for those unnaturally sharp teeth were still there - and turned back to her drink. What an entertaining looking little...computer that had been built over there. She would have to give it a look eventually.
System diddn't even glance at the screeching noises from the closet, knowing exactly what they were already. She gave a barely inaudable sigh. She diddn't know why she kept this model of Gaia robot around, both TVC15 and Dycedarg could often be equally as infuriating. At least Dycedarg could reason to a certain extent... It wasn't much of an improvement however, in situations like this. "I haven't seen you around for a while, Dyce." ... "Don't drink that." Might as well be certain.
((Note: System-the-character's views do not in any way represent mine. She's very self-centered and looks down on everyone. Soyouknow.))
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2008 8:52 pm
Kibichu raised an eyebrow at the teeth, but said nothing more to the administrator. What seemed to be only human in the room really shouldn't be picky about cohabitants.
She turned her attention to the noises from the other side of the room, then immediately unzipped her jacket and threw it over as much of her equipment as it would cover- which was most of it, seeing how oversized the coat was for her to begin with. It may look as if it had been dug out of a scrap heap- it may even have actually been dug out of a scrap heap- but Kibichu had found that the jacket was nigh indestructible, and her experience in the room had taught her that the more complex a mechanical being, the more likely it was to explode- especially when combined with suspicious-looking vials of green goo. Or, at least, she assumed it was green. She hoped it wasn't red. Either way, she valued the equipment more than her own well-being, and even if something wasn't going to explode (or implode, or otherwise cause building-wide destructive damage) it never hurt to be safe.
(Kibichu is colorblind. She has Pronaptia, an inability to distinguish between most shades of green and red.)
"No, seriously, I'll pay for your drinks if you just spare the room." she said, mostly joking. Mostly, because she honestly was worried for her equipment, and if keeping Stanley off Dyce's back was enough to ensure its safety, that was a small price to pay.
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Dycedarg Beoulve Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 25, 2008 11:03 pm
(Dyce's eye turned from a round red eye to a typical happy anime face [ ^_^ ] in slimer green coloring.)
Drinks on Kibichu!
[Relationship status between Kibichu and Dyce has changed from 'acquaintances' to 'friends' with this simple act of kindness.]
Rest assured, your equipment will go unharmed, and I shall be there for you when you need me. heart
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