welcome to the mansion

[airlockedmods]

[The Champions wake up not in a bed, but alone on a plush, velvet seat. Some may recognize the backseat of a limousine, while some may not, but the windows are tinted black inside and out, and there's no chauffeur. All are wearing expensive formalwear, no matter what they thought they were wearing before.

The door opens by an unseen hand and reveals a gravel drive with a red carpet and a lavish fountain. Others are already there, and more limousines continue to pull up afterward. The front doors are locked, and overhead curls a large protective glass dome, keeping the cold void of space at bay, but hey, there's also an unparalleled view of the stars.]

Hey there, Champions, welcome to the IGS Fantasy Sweet. I'm PAL, your onboard maintenance system for this location. Your Overseer will arrive shortly. Please be patient.

Comments

[misanthropicprinciple]

...Heh. Yeah, I guess so.

[Fine. She's all right. Maybe. She has a sense of humor, at least.]

Like rebels without a cause, right? I hope you've got a better James Dean impression than I do.

[brokencode]

I probably do not, seeing as how I am not familiar with this James Dean. [Sorry, Junpei.] I have been working on my Claptrap impersonations though.

[Angel, no.]

[misanthropicprinciple]

Claptrap? What is that, some slapstick routine?

[Angel, yes.]

[brokencode]

No! Well -- maybe. They would probably like that form of comedy. [Nevertheless, she shook her head.] They are little robots that exist all over the planet I work on. They're very funny, and they dance, too!

[misanthropicprinciple]

Dancing robots?

[Okay, Junpei might be trying to hold back a smile, here.]

Now this I have to see.

[brokencode]

Yeah! Like this. [Yeah, she's proceeding to wriggle her arms about, a bit like this. At least she's relaxing a bit?]

[misanthropicprinciple]

[Oh, dammit, he's snickering in spite of himself.]

Yeah, get down with your bad self, girl! Boogie all night!

[brokencode]

[Good. Angel relaxed a little, now that Junpei appeared to be in better spirits.]

It is far more fun to watch when the robot itself does it, of course. But you get the gist of it.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Yeah. Seems like the kind of thing I would've liked when I was a kid. Well, only if the robots transform, too.

[brokencode]

Not really. Unless you think retracting into the shape of a box is transforming, that is.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Mm, seven-year-old Junpei didn't have very discriminating tastes. He'd have probably loved them.

[brokencode]

Perhaps one day you will be able to meet them. I am certain that someone is bound to find out where I am and come to my rescue. Most shuttles have at least one Claptrap unit on board, after all.

[misanthropicprinciple]

Only if I get to take one home. Never know when a dancing robot assistant's going to come in handy.

[brokencode]

For some reason, people are rather eager to part with their units so... I do not think you would struggle too much with that.

[People not liking Claptraps is such a hard concept for her to grasp.]