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Who: Rover & You!
When: Early November
Where: Various spots around campus and Soleil
What: Rover was created, and now they're a student.
Warnings: There shouldn't be any! Unless we need to warn about cigarette use like in video game ratings.


lumiere;
[There's a new resident in Lumiere - though they don't seem to have much in the way of things to actually move in. It simply goes from room 101 being empty one day to someone being in that room. And it's...hard to ignore them. They cheerfully greet everyone they see in the dorm, and they seem kind of smug about the whole thing? What's there to be smug about with moving into a dorm? What a weirdo.

Still, at least once it's time for bed they're quiet.]

campus;
I miss the geese.

[Says a voice from your left - or maybe your right. Rover is currently lounging on a bench, lit cigarette in hand. They're looking out over the grounds, and they seem...disappointed.]

The geese were great! Why'd they have to go and eat them?

[They sigh, taking a drag.]

Damn humans.

the anvil;
[What kind of unique prototype would they be if they didn't try to create something to fill the void in their heart for being one of a kind and lonely?

Well, they'd be someone completely different, because that's not what Rover is planning on doing. Rover does have a project in mind, though whatever it is is much simpler than another sentient creation. They're huddled over a mass of wires, grinning to themself as they fiddle with things.]

Just a little bit longer...

[Yesss. Yessss!!!]

Perfect!

[They pick up their finished product, which looks an awful lot like a teddy bear, and grin.]

soleil;
[You know what time it is? Time to get clothes. The school uniform is nice and all, and stealing clothes from Rex has...well. They can't exactly wear the clothes of someone two and a half feet taller than them on a regular basis. They can try, and are basically wearing one of Rex's shirts as a dress right now, but it's not ideal.

So, with money they've acquired through...questionably legal means, they've gone to Soleil to shop. They don't have any sort of goal in mind, though they do look curious about all of the racks on display.]

Do people actually like this shit?

[Geez. It's so scratchy.]

Damn.

[This is...going to take a while.]

wildcard;
[Throw whatever you want at me! Or, if you want to plan something out, hit me up at daintily or on Discord at Avery#8156!]

Comments

[deuteranope]

Yeah.

[...Yeah, they really will have to, because Mav finds himself wanting Rover to experience these things beyond just idle curiosity. Food's important, even if there's a whole subsection of it he hates.]

And probably make sure food ain't gonna junk up your insides. Even with humans, it does shit like clog up arteries, and we're fucking supposed to eat. Gimme your fries.

[fooooood]

[synthsized]

[They push their fries over to him, propping their arms up on the table.]

I'll see what it does to me later. Hopefully it won't cause any issue.

[They're sure they have some sort of system that can process ingested things...Maybe some sort of internal furnace that'll torch it.]

[deuteranope]

[Mav would think that's super cool, honestly... For now, he's cheery enough getting to eat fries and drink his hot chocolate, though.]

Well, even if food's a no go for now, least you get a fucking toy, right?

[synthsized]

Yeah!

[They pick it up - it's a cute little plastic cat - and grin.]

It's pretty cute.

[deuteranope]

[It isn't the only thing that is.]

You're lucky. Not only did you get the best fucking little critter, but Cricket was fucking horrified when he found out they give these little book things instead, sometimes. His face was fucking hilarious... Cat's a way better get.

[synthsized]

You like cats?

[They tilt their head, a bit like a dog.]

And it's much better than a book, I can agree with that.

[deuteranope]

[Whoof, his mind repeats in Rover's voice from before at the gesture.]

Yeah, cats are fucking great. Only got one, but I keep up with strays I see around. [He raises an eyebrow in a gentle tease.] I also like books, though. Proper ones, anyway.

[synthsized]

So you like books and you like cats.

[They hold the cat out towards Maverick.]

What else do you like?

[deuteranope]

[He takes it without much thought and begins to march it across their booth table.]

Hmm. Smoking, piercings, tattoos... [Stuff Rover already probably knows, since they've come up.] Mama's fucking the best. Definitely my favorite person. Food she cooks. Hot chocolate, got that here. Punk and metal, music like that.

[synthsized]

[They prop their chin on their hands.]

What's your mother like?

[Asides from the fucking best.]

[deuteranope]

[What more do you need??? It's pretty clear from just that. But Maverick is always happy to talk about Ramona.]

She's great. She runs an inn in town, super inclusive. Doesn't really stand for discrimination of any kind, so it's pretty much the safest place anyone could stay. [The toy cat hops, under Mav's direction, onto the almost empty container of fries and leans over the edge as if inspecting the remnants.] She's a Seer. Found me 'cause she had a vision, actually. Always says visions about me are the most vivid for her, the rest are hit or miss. Kinda a stress baker, which wouldn't be so bad, except I don't like sweets, so she's gotta eat it all herself after -- not that I think she minds. Just fucking all around perfect.

[synthsized]

Does she have a lot of visions about you?

[They're not going to ask what Maverick means by she found him - they might be nosy, but they understand they don't deserve all the information. They're curious, certainly, but...

They don't want to ask a question that'll upset Maverick, though.]

She sounds great.

[deuteranope]

Eh... Enough. Used to have more, I think.

[He used to be more of a handful, which is sort of funny to him in an absurd way because he still feels like everything happens so much, just differently. He nods very seriously, glad Rover immediately understands. Hell yeah she's great.]

The best, like I said.

[synthsized]

Has she ever seen you doing something embarrassing?

[Because, you know, that's an important question.]

[deuteranope]

[He raises an eyebrow, mock disappointment heavy in his tone.]

I would never do anything embarrassing, fuck you.

[he's embarrassed himself so much just today, but shut up, jokes are easier than feelings.]

[synthsized]

Oh, of course not.

[They grin, cheeky.]

After all, you're perfect.

[deuteranope]

[The cat is raised up and jostled pointedly at Rover.]

Damn right. Class dismissed, you're set to go.

[synthsized]

That's it, then?

[They smirk.]

I've passed the test?

[deuteranope]

Nah. The pop quiz, maybe.

[That's more fitting, in this really dumb...metaphor...joke.

...He should probably finish off this food before it tastes like crap.]

[synthsized]

Geez, what do I gotta do to pass the whole thing, then?

[They thought they were doing so well!!]

[deuteranope]

[He barks out a laugh, apparently delighted by the question.]

Put in the fucking time, dumbass. What kinda class has the damn final on the first day?

[synthsized]

I don't know! I'm not a school expert!

[Geez!! Cut them some slack!]

[deuteranope]

Ha! Too bad for you.

[Although this reminds him...]

What grade do they even fucking stick a one month old robot in, anyway? I mean, you're taking classes, right?

[synthsized]

Yeah, of course I am.

[They're not just some weirdo who hangs around on campus.]

I'm in undergrad. I guess they figured I don't really fit anywhere else.