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testrun_box2014-03-02 01:01 pm
cloningblues) wrote in testrun_box2014-03-02 01:01 pm
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More MJP for SRWU!
1. [It's a calm, beautiful day. Asagi makes sure his bonsai trees are okay, stretches, and leaves his room. This music might as well be playing in the background. Everything is going alright! Maybe for once the day will be relaxing and not full of stress!
And then he steps right into some kind of pandemonium. The music reached the 2:38 part. Calm is replaced by shenanigans. And you're right in the middle of it.]
What is this...
2. [Asagi messed up. Why, exactly? It doesn't matter if it was something big, or something that's irrelevant in the long run, he's beating himself up over it.]
Damnit... Am I going to be one of the Fail Five forever? Urgh...
[He grabs his stomach from stress.]
3. [This time, it's you who looks like you're in trouble! Be it a tough situation in a mecha battle, a personal crisis, or something small, Asagi's big brother instinct flares up and he rushes in.]
Hey! Are you okay?
And then he steps right into some kind of pandemonium. The music reached the 2:38 part. Calm is replaced by shenanigans. And you're right in the middle of it.]
What is this...
2. [Asagi messed up. Why, exactly? It doesn't matter if it was something big, or something that's irrelevant in the long run, he's beating himself up over it.]
Damnit... Am I going to be one of the Fail Five forever? Urgh...
[He grabs his stomach from stress.]
3. [This time, it's you who looks like you're in trouble! Be it a tough situation in a mecha battle, a personal crisis, or something small, Asagi's big brother instinct flares up and he rushes in.]
Hey! Are you okay?
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[Asagi grabs the fire extinguisher and starts to work on the fire frantically!]
How did this happen? How can a small robot and a bird start a kitchen fire?!
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[Fortunately the fire's soon under control, and Elma's going to wipe his little robot brow of his nonexistent robot sweat.]
I'd been planning on making breakfast in bed for Selena, and everything started out alright... but all the materials were in the wrong place! And I'm sure that Chika put it all there just to make me look like a fool!
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How big is Chika?
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[Elma, this is what you get for assuming nobody's going to bother getting a late-night meal in the kitchen and just going in blind.]
And Chika's just a bird. Or it looks like one. She says she's a 'familiar', and arcane records on those sorts of things is too varied for me to know much for sure when it comes to them.
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Do you really think a small bird would be able to move all those bottles, bags and utensils around? Most birds I've seen can't even lift an apple.
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But you probably don't believe me at all... though if I can make another omelet then at least this all won't have been for nothing.
Would you like one as well? It's the least I can do since you helped.
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...Okay, I'd like an omelet. And I want to see how you make it without hands. Just don't start another fire.
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[And it's really amazing just how much can be done with a single dinky manipulator arm. Working two separate stoves at once, Elma works up a storm and two delicious, fluffy Spanish omelettes full of potatos, onions, and peppers.]
And done! This one can be for you, and I'll deliver this one to Selena!
[And how? Well, Elma picks up the frying pan and the top of the robot's head flips open like a CD case, revealing an empty cavity it dumps the food into.]
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[Time to poke the food with a fork. Then, consume.]
I don't think I ever had this kind of omelet before... But it's good.