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malfunctionbot) wrote2013-02-16 09:59 am
malfunctionbot) wrote2013-02-16 09:59 am
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The Steam District was no place for homeless robots.
Since the accidental destruction of their temporary housing within the strange, oftentimes dangerous city, The Walters (plus one mechanic, one woman chemist, and one floating ghost-like girlfriend), had been wandering the streets using whatever shelter they could find while they pooled their limited resources and even more limited money, the 'bots in particular going in overdrive and overexertion in their sudden need to draw in an income towards a new home.
Because even if the cold weather and lack of a roof didn't quite effect the robots too terribly no matter how unpleasant it was, it was a completely different affair for the humans in their party, who were hungry and cold, all three of which were completely unused to snow at all.
It was that exhaustion that no doubt had brought the automatons into the situation they were now.
Somehow, in their fatigue, the 'bots had wandered too closely to the district they'd been doing their best to avoid, and before they had even had much chance to react, the world had gone black around them, their mechanical, sparking consciousness fading into nothingness as they were forced into a temporary stasis.
It wasn't until they'd already been restrained, their restricted weaponry made ineffective, that optics were flickering back to life, a certain drowsy, incoherence lingering from that violent attack and involuntary shutdown.
When Rabbit sputtered back online, blue and green optics flashing between brightness briefly as he adjusted and dragged himself back to alertness, it certainly didn't take very long to realize he'd been strapped down. And well, which was all the more surprising given his strength to usually break through most bonds. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing-
Oh shit.
[Locked toeyestothesky, hatchy, poweredbypepsi, and lovesbobbydarrin.]
Since the accidental destruction of their temporary housing within the strange, oftentimes dangerous city, The Walters (plus one mechanic, one woman chemist, and one floating ghost-like girlfriend), had been wandering the streets using whatever shelter they could find while they pooled their limited resources and even more limited money, the 'bots in particular going in overdrive and overexertion in their sudden need to draw in an income towards a new home.
Because even if the cold weather and lack of a roof didn't quite effect the robots too terribly no matter how unpleasant it was, it was a completely different affair for the humans in their party, who were hungry and cold, all three of which were completely unused to snow at all.
It was that exhaustion that no doubt had brought the automatons into the situation they were now.
Somehow, in their fatigue, the 'bots had wandered too closely to the district they'd been doing their best to avoid, and before they had even had much chance to react, the world had gone black around them, their mechanical, sparking consciousness fading into nothingness as they were forced into a temporary stasis.
It wasn't until they'd already been restrained, their restricted weaponry made ineffective, that optics were flickering back to life, a certain drowsy, incoherence lingering from that violent attack and involuntary shutdown.
When Rabbit sputtered back online, blue and green optics flashing between brightness briefly as he adjusted and dragged himself back to alertness, it certainly didn't take very long to realize he'd been strapped down. And well, which was all the more surprising given his strength to usually break through most bonds. Whoever had done this knew what they were doing-
Oh shit.
[Locked to
eyestothesky, hatchy, poweredbypepsi, and lovesbobbydarrin.]