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[gditsideswipe]

So... is there anything to actually do around here?  Or are we just supposed to sit on our collective afts and whine to each other on a network or whatever the scrap I'm talking to?

And while we're at it, where am I supposed to refuel, anyway?  I am a fine piece of sentient machinery, I can't run on fumes.  Not that I'd expect a bunch of organics to

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[aegisofsilk]

If you are in need of occupation, there is plenty to be done.

The pots in the scullery need scrubbing.
The sheep must be sheered and the wool spun into yarn. Half the castle's wardrobe is in need of mending or updating at the least.
We are running low on fire wood and will need some trees felled.
The rushes in the Great Hall need changing.
An entire room in the barracks must be refurnished in miniature for one of its inhabitants.

There is no shortage of things you might do.

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[gditsideswipe]

... Are you seriously telling me I could do menial labor to keep me occupied?

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[aegisofsilk]

Do you honestly expect me to provide entertainment in addition to my other duties?

There are instruments and scores above the minstrel's gallery. If you wish for music, find musicians. There is a quintain in the armoury; learn to joust.

Do that, and fell the trees, and we may throw a tourney in your honour.

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[gditsideswipe]

Why not? That's about all your kind's good for, anyway.

What, that's it? No combat rings, no big scary monsters running around that I can pummel?

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[halfbrokenwings]

[She had been traveling from her room in the keep back out to the clothier's tower when she spotted the odd golem seemingly stuck upon kicking a stump out of it's way.

Perhaps whoever had programed it, did not anticipate the stump? She was clearly curious, though did not approach TOO closely.

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[gditsideswipe]

[For his part, Sunstreaker just kept kicking. It was a bad way to vent his frustration, considering it didn't really work all that well, but it was better than nothing.

He didn't notice the organic until his sensors pointedly informed him of its proximity. Only then did he stop, and look at it.]

... What? Something you want to say to me?

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[halfbrokenwings]

[It ceased kicking the stump to address her. Well, that was new! Perhaps there was a spirit inside of it? How would you address a spirit? She smiles brightly at the golem.]

Hello? I was curious as to if you needed any assistance?

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[gditsideswipe]

[He gives the organic a flat, unamused look, and then scoffs.]

No.

[Then... something occurs to him, and he slowly turns his head back, staring at it.]

What kind of add-ons are those? They're hideous.