[voicetest & test run for crux fleet!]

[authoritative]

1. Medicmechanic
[Are you a robot, in need of a robot, in need of robotic limbs, or in need of a robotic body because you are currently a teenaged alien ghost girl who is also a frog? Do you need help with your robotic body parts, or with Equius getting uncomfortably sweaty at you while your non-functional limbs are chopped off so he can fit you with better-quality robotic ones?]

[If it's to do with robots, you have come to the right teenager in the right workroom! Ignore the cage for robot deathmatches in the corner. And the giant pile of shattered robots that Equius has defeated in robot cage matches in the other corner.]

[Wiping his face with a somewhat soggy looking towel, Equius looks at you from his workbench, which is strewn with tools, metal, wire, and other impressively technological-looking things.]

Is there something I may assist you with?



2. STRONG
[So, there was a flesh-eating fire-breathing space horse attacking the space ship, because crux fleet is going to have a freaking incredible setting when it gets off the ground. Oh my god.]

[Equius does not look so enthusiastic about this, despite having easily punched the head off the horse. It's kind of hard to read his expression through those silly sunglasses of his, but could he look... upset? What could someone so STRONG feel bad about? Someone should definitely ask.]



3. ohgodwhat
[Welcome to Equius' apartment! It is not in the best condition, though clearly there have been attempts to repair various crushed or broken things-- the door handles are probably a loss, crunched up like wads of paper, but plates of metal cover holes in the walls, gouges in furniture, and other such accidents. It's pretty clear Equius isn't used to cleaning, either-- there's an attempt going in one corner, but he seems to have forgotten a bucket to go with his mop, and the broom is shattered into a truly impressive amount of pieces, what little of it can be seen under the pile of destroyed bows and shattered glassware.]

[Hopefully, whoever is visiting him is wearing shoes with nice, thick soles.]

[Awkwardly polite, Equius invites,] Please, sit down. Would you like refreshments? Perhaps a glass of milk?

[Oh, also there's furry porn tacked up on the walls. (Horse penises aren't that big! Are they? And... what's happening to that poor troll?)]