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[sixwayheart]

[Action]

[Heart's first awakening in Luceti is a relatively eventful and arguably fateful encounter with Richard Sharpe, in which there is a robot in his closet. Perhaps because she's used to enclosed spaces like this immediately before someone opens them, despite her internal flummoxing about the oddity of her being active again, she hasn't tried to bust out or anything, so it'll be a surprise once it's opened up]

[Later in the day though, after getting the introduction to Luceti in whatever manner it happened up there, Heart is aware of the situation! Aware, but not really caring right now, or all that curious. See, situations aren't something which interest the woman all that, people are. And it's perhaps for this reason there is a woman who is now in a different set of clothes than the New Feather dress (though probably nothing too flashy) sitting alone in the main square. But she's also observing people, following their movements with her eyes. She's not programmed to approach, but something in the moment's demeanor implies that she would like other people to approach her.

If nothing else, the fact she'll be sitting there until well after sundown unless people do and get her out of there is probably a thing. Once it becomes too late for her to reasonably expect anyone to be out though, she heads to the Welcome Center to take up one of the beds there for her rest. Encounter her and become a user(?!) at either location]

Comments

[originaljackass]

Fine. Yes. It's not like there's money or anything.

[sixwayheart]

[No there's no money. Not that she can say that though, because, the nest line is another required barrier]

Please pick a personality profile, by selecting a number between one and six as described in your manual.

[A beat, and then-] I don't have the manual. And no money.

[originaljackass]

[Oh for fuck's sake. He squints at her. And then he starts to walk around her, as if looking for something to confirm his suspicions. He decided to do something he knew that would defeat all computers. That would prove she wasn't in fact a hot babe.]

Ten plus ten is seventeen.

[sixwayheart]

[No... it's not? That's factually unsound, and in fact isn't the right input here. She followed him as she walked around with her eyes and- As such, she just sort of stares at him, uncomprehending. No really, what was the point of that. ]

[originaljackass]

[Jack leaned in, frowning.]

Boom? [He suggested helpfully. This should fry her robotic brain.]

[sixwayheart]

[No, not boom. ...Or well, she does continue to look confused, but. Seriously, just pick a number! The boom just confuses her further, making her wonder if she should think about why he said the illogical statement.]

[originaljackass]

[Oh, what the hell. He leans back.]

Fine. Four. Personality profile away, Ginger.

[sixwayheart]

[Processed and... It seems her name's going to be Ginger. You know what, she likes the name Ginger. Her grin's wide as she stands up and goes to elbow Jack lightly when she does]

And there we go! Nice to meet you, and sorry 'bout that.

[originaljackass]

[Well. There's a change. Jack looks incredibly dubious about this.]

Oh. Now you can talk again. I bet you don't even have real woman parts.

[sixwayheart]

[Wow that's just rude. In fact, she drops into a little glare ... put... thing. It's not too harsh, but it's there]

And I bet you're never gonna know.

[originaljackass]

[He is entirely unimpressed with her glare.]

Please. I'm irresistible. So what do I call you? Artoo Detoo?

[sixwayheart]

[Well, he is hot. The glare relents a little into a little side smirk] I liked "Ginger," so let's go with Ginger. What about you, or should I just go with something I came up with?

[originaljackass]

... Ginger. Alright then. I'm Jack Horner. And I don't do robots.

[Which is a shame, he feels, since she's a major hottie.]

[sixwayheart]

[Wow, rude. Though she isn't designed to take offense at comments against robots, she processes it for a moment and a brief look of confusion turns into a frown]

Then I can't really say "nice to meet you," Horner.

[originaljackass]

It's nothing personal, babe. You're attractive, seem likable enough, and I do love redheads. But what would people say if they found out Jack was dating a robo-babe?

[Desperate, they'd call him. Sexually depraved. While both might sometimes be true, he was neither at the moment. He saw no reason to romance a robo-babe when he had perfectly acceptable regular women that were much better.]

[sixwayheart]

Don't think I can answer that one. But given I wasn't looking to date you, I don't think you'd have to either.

[Okay so she is. Programmed to. But his percentage is low, and she puts a hand on her up with a little eyeroll, even]

[originaljackass]

... what, so you're not some kind of love bot?

[Well. He totally read this wrong.]

[sixwayheart]

I'm just Ginger. [Seriously, love bot. What a crass inclination. Sure, she's a robot programmed to love and be loved, but right now she's got a personality and... okay yeah]

Even I'm a robot, doesn't mean I love you.

[originaljackass]

... you're not some kind of murder bot are you? Because if you are, don't think I won't tear you apart just because you look all pretty.

[The last thing he needs right now is some Terminator chick trying to kill him. He's seen that movie. It wasn't very good.]

[sixwayheart]

If I was, why would I answer that? Not that I am. [Wow this guy could not be ruder could he. ...Even if he's hot, he's still rude]

[originaljackass]

Ahh. So the old fashioned maid bot. Good. I could use one. I'll show you where you'll be staying.

[sixwayheart]

[Maid. Are you serious.] I am so not living with you, Horner. You've been a creep since I woke up.

[originaljackass]

I'm just trying to figure you out. You could give me some hints here instead of just getting mad at everything I say. [Honestly this is the worst robot ever.]

[sixwayheart]

[Figure her out... you know, that's fair, even if he's been a bit of a creeper. In light of that, she smiles, before turning in the direction of the clothing shop]

Guess you can observe for now. After all, I need a wardrobe change.

[That particular dress is so mode 5. She needs some pants]

[originaljackass]

... well, there's no harm in observing. What do you have in mind?

[He is all too eager to follow. He is pretty interested to see just how human she is. Because so far, this is a convincing simile.]