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Welcome to Edensphere, Philosopher

Apr 16, 2011 23:11

Characters: Philosopher/C-3P0 (worrybot) and Fugue (fugue_angel)
Date/Time: April 16th, morning
Location:Hall of Beginnings
Rating: PG for naked Goldenrod (Hur)
Summary: Philosopher is born into Edensphere and someone is there to greet him.

( How cruel is the golden rule?
When the lives we lived are only golden-plated )

original: fugue, *birthday, star wars eu: c-3po (philosopher)

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worrybot April 17 2011, 07:03:01 UTC

He was uncomfortable as he came to consciousness, immediately concerned by the inability to move. If his mouth hadn't been covered with goop he might have muttered, "Oh dear," but it was, and the inability to talk bothered him rather more.

There was also an odd blankness -- he felt as if all of his systems hadn't quite come online. But first things first. He flailed around with his arms and managed to break through the cocoon. Light flooded in and his photoreceptors took a moment to adjust to the abrupt change. He continued to fuss, finally breaking through enough of the cocoon to slide out -- and slide he did, on the floor. His balance was poor at the best of times. He just didn't do slippery.

"Oh my!" he tried to say, but something still wasn't right. Clumsily he lifted a hand to wipe the goo out of his mouth.

fugue_angel April 17 2011, 07:49:56 UTC

Well this was different.

Fugue blinked at the large, golden, metal person that was sliding around the floor. 'Oh my' was right. What WAS this thing? Why couldn't he ever get the hot chicks normal newborns?

"A-are you alright?" After a moment of gawking he awkwardly handed the thing a towel. "Not ...dented in any way? I'm sure you have a lot of questions."

As did he.

worrybot April 17 2011, 20:22:41 UTC

"I don't appear to be dented. Thank the Maker for small favors," the droid said, taking the towel and beginning to wipe the gunk from his coverings, taking care with the sensitive joints. His face could not scowl, but his movements were choppy and annoyed.

"As it is, I have no shortage of questions," he continued. "My memory cells seem to have been wiped." Although he did not visibly hesitate, internally he felt a small pang of loss; however, it wasn't as if this fate was unusual among droids. Was it? Why should he feel so offended, then? Maybe it was simply the conditions in which he had found himself upon waking. That would be more than enough to frustrate any droid, in his opinion.

He continued, "So I have no idea as to my assignment or master here. Would that be you, sir?"

The man had been here when he'd woke. It wasn't the most unreasonable assumption.

fugue_angel April 18 2011, 00:44:50 UTC

Maker? Fugue nodded along, trying and mostly failing to hide his confusion at this strangely fussy newborn robot. Since when did they start to get robots here? Not that he was species-ist. He welcomed all manners of beings into Edensphere. Just most of the time they were fleshy (but more often than not, male. Oh how he longed for just one dazed and very grateful blond bombshell ( ... )

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