first shot - getting to work

[transrobotism]

I: in the vault ->

[ There's noises from a storeroom there normally aren't any noises from.
They're definitely large enough to be human. Open the door, and...

It's one of the recent rescuees, a woman whose neck still has a ring of bandages despite the time that's passed. She's got her bob pinned up in a little bitty ponytail, a dark smudge of machine grease on one side of her face, and an open crate on the floor beside her.

She pauses in her rummaging through the shelves when you come in, to look at you over her shoulder. Curious, but not alarmed, or guilty. ]

II: anywhere (feel free to fill in scene detail as you please) ->

[ This order slip had been... interesting. Copper wire, sea-salt, lemon juice, ashes, scrap metal and metal clamps - one way or another, you have a package with all of it, and you're meeting with the fellow Corsair who requested them all. The paper says their name's Pandora, though the listed ID on ethernet was for an "RPK-16."

Nevertheless, you've messaged them with a spot for pick up, and now a lady with light purple hair and a mellow smile has shown up. She sits down across from you delicately. ]

Was it troublesome? I have to admit, I'd really be out of luck if you hadn't taken my request.

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[knowhyoucry]

In its downtime (a concept that was still new to the machine), the T-800 had been taking on whatever tasks or duties it could. It was preferable to have something to do, and while deliveries weren't at all what Skynet had intended for its infiltrator cyborgs, the name, or designation on the request had been significant. Fortunately, it found most anything could be found in the ships of Flotsom so fulfilling the request had not been an issue.

The T-800 has accessorized a bit since she joined it for its patrol. A black leather jacket now sits over its massive frame and it has acquired a pair of black mirrored sunglasses. The jacket does an admirable job of hiding the handgun it has acquired. The sunglasses? That's harder to say.

"No problem-o." It replies, after watching her approach and sit down. It leans down and picks up the small crate next to where it had been sitting, and places it on the table in front of her. "As requested, all materials have been accounted for and gathered." It is an...intriguing list of goods. Some of it made sense, assuming this was for maintenance and repair, but others it was having trouble determining the exact purpose of.

"Please confirm delivery of requested materials."

I

[purplexing]

[Donnie knows what sort of noises are to be expected around given places and while it's not...particularly a strange sound to be coming from a storeroom, it does draw his curiosity. He peeks inside and blinks at who's inside, not that the person is familiar to him, but that's not terribly unusual.]

Uh.

...what're you looking for?

[Because that's clearly the reason she's in here, right? Looking for something?]

assumin' the robot gal doesn't breathe

[redprayer]

[Rezo's still learning the layout of the Vault, so while the sounds give him pause he's not sure if that's unusual for this part of the Vault or not. Curious, he steps inside, not bothering to hide his presence from whoever's there.

And then the rummaging sounds stop.

And there's something suddenly unnerving about the atmosphere.

It takes him a moment to realize he can't hear any breathing.]

...Hello?