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Any warm fuzzies at being compared to Brienne of Tarth are immediately extinguished once Astro gets into the meat of his speech. (What? He identifies with her. She’s tragic.)

“I don’t get excited about being a table,” Sword says, and he… actually, he looks kind of offended. “It was an unintentional rewrite on my part– not even one I was aware of until just now. Do you really think I planned on being your furniture? I’m a swordsman. …Was a swordsman.” The fire bot stands up, using his height to his advantage in an attempt to look a little more intimidating.

The jazzercise tank top doesn’t really do him any favors, but, whatever.

“I shouldn’t have even said you had a choice in the matter,” Sword mutters. He honestly thought that Astro would have dismissed him and just let him go. “I will just fix this myself. I’m sorry for troubling you with both my relentless moping and my unintended objectives. Do you need any help with moving or not?”

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Considering how Astro tended to float above people, having Sword look down on him like this was new. Still, without his namesake, Swordman was more “man” than anything, and the only reaction he got out of his temperamental brother was a cocked eyebrow.

For the moment, anyway. Astro was about to counter Sword's snippy behavior by pointing out he'd probably fall flat on the ground 5 seconds after being unplugged, before Sword offered to help. Again. His face instantly scrunched up in confusion. Again. This was all strange and unfamiliar, challenging his previous assumption that Sword had all the emotional capability of an Automatic Teller Machine.

Giving Sword the best suspicious side-eye he could muster, Astro pushed away from his sphere armor, joints audibly stretching in his back. “You're lively today.”

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Sword hesitates, ducking his head down slightly in submission. Like everything else he does, he takes a little too long to respond, but it happens. Eventually.

“…You may have,” he starts, pausing. “…Inadvertently given me an alternative purpose, using me as a table. When you returned my legs to me and I synced up…” the bot shrugs. Is he embarrassed? After his one emotional slip-up, he looks more guarded than ever, so it’s hard to tell. “…Being useful to you drove me to seek you out.”

There’s a beat of silence.

“I can be dismissed if it is inconveniencing you,” Sword points out.

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Great.

Face seemingly melting as his fingers pulled at his synthetic skin, Astro weighed upon this seriously weird confession. “What.” Propping his forehead in his hand, he redirected his glare at the floating ball, bemusedly poking at its polished surface.

“No. Nuh uh no what no uh no no no no NOPE no stop slow down, Brienne.” This was sad. This was so sad it would've been worth recording to laugh at for years to come – if only he weren't so offended that he was partly to blame. “Dammit, I'm not a fan of your relentless moping so your finding purpose is great! I guess. But my table??? That's what you get excited about in the day. To hold my china.”

Ugh. UghhHHHHHHHHHHH. “Now I have to be responsible and keep you from being a moron like those... those 3rd Gen chumps,” he muttered under his breath, punctuating his frustration with quiet “bleghs.”

Guilt is the stupidest emotion.

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There’s a long moment of silence. Without turning around, it could have easily been passed off as Sword being Sword– silent, stoic, and more likely than not taking Astro’s scathing remarks like the sad, pathetic piece of furniture he was.

“…I came to you so you could recharge me,” Sword repeats, strangely, realization dawning on him. His face contorts into something like shock for a moment, eyes wide; the reaction too fast for him to suppress it properly.

“…Do you need help packing?” he asks, legs halfway to standing.

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It was good that this floating black ball seemed to be its own pocket dimension; the mountain of multicolored pillows slowly shrank as Astro continued to fist the orb full of fluff.

"...I came to you so you could recharge me,"

Uhhh what? Annoyed, he turned to look at the other. "What are you blubbering abou--?"

What the hell was that. Sword's face wasn't like that .052 seconds ago. Something happened to Sword's face. What that was, Astro had no idea, but he had no intent of letting a weirdy thing like that slip through his feckkin useless sausage fingers again goddammit.

Sword's offer of help fell on dead earcaps while the slits of Astro's squinting stare sized up the situation. "What are you doing." The squinting intensified. “What’s happening right now.” The grip on his solar system dakimakura tightened.

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He powers up slowly.

Sword’s eyes remain closed, but his brows furrow, cogs whirring within as the anti-grav system starts back up. The cold reboot leaves his body scrambling to re-patch and update– a clear sign of the fire bot’s neglect in charging himself regularly. Not that that’s anything new, but…

The fact that Sword had gone looking for help? That he’d actually gone out of his way to try and prevent his battery from dying?

That was a marvel in itself.

He finally starts moving, his head sluggishly rocking to one side and then the other, as if shaking himself awake. His legs, lying dead to the side of his upper body, roll into a sitting position just below his torso. The lids of his eyes flutter open and shut, his optic receivers slowly regaining light as his sensors begin to activate.

“…You recharged me,” Sword says, thickly, his voice still wrought with static. There’s something strange to the tone, like he’s unfamiliar with the emotion he’s attempting to convey. His legs and arms stir, restless, as if impatient with how slow the rest of him is catching up. “…Are you watching Game of Thrones again?”

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“You came back right after I got done editing out every useless nude slash boobie shot in the series. I’m appreciating my own hard work, thanks.”

Odds and ends arced through the air and landed in a shoddy cardboard box, uninterrupted by the vocal intrusion, as Astro prepared for his next migration. “You know what, I did.” Whatever strangeness tainted Sword’s tone was lost on the preoccupied robot. If there was any significance behind recharging his brother, it didn’t really occur to him -- Sword’s the same, sad lump powered or not, Astro thought to himself as he began stuffing his rear sphere apparatus with the rest of the pointless junk that wouldn’t fit in the box.

He turned a fistful of pastries around in his hand. Giving them a tentative sniff, he shrugged and casually threw them out the window. “Consider it payback for compromising my position yet again.”

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> a p ol o g iiii e s

Astro heaved an exasperated “Oh my god,” before there was a bang at the door. Pulling himself out of his luxurious mound of lumpy pillows, the surly illusion bot popped open the hatch that hid his spot to find...

“Of course you would.”

Astro’s immaculate cut flopped this way and that as he inspected the abandoned hallways, paranoid the others were going to find his hiding spot as per usual. Finding nary a soul, he reached out with his silly balled hands to drag the power-starved husk of a shell of a robot into the space as quickly as he could manage, not really caring about the cracks and bongs Sword made as his limbs and head flailed limply against the walls.

He’d have to move again, but that was alright -- ever since that one time they were almost found, Astro made sure to skeedaddle and cover his tracks regularly. It was such a pleasant two years! Wonderful solitude, he thought as he sat the two pieces up and plugged them into the wall.

> a r e yo u st i ll a t {X, Y} c o ord i n a t e s

> Did you run out of batteries while spooking around the fortress again?

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I TOLD YOU, MY BRO DID IT!!

I TRIED TO WARN HIM, MAN, I REALLY DID

TOLD HIM “HEY BRO, MAYBE SNEAKING INTO ASTRO’S ROOM AND DRAWING DICKS ON EVERYTHING ISN’T SUCH A GREAT IDEA”, BUT DID HE LISTEN TO ME?? PFFFFF, LIKE HELL HE DID

SUCH A FUCKIN’ PROBLEM CHILD, MAN, I TELL YA

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[[There was just dead silence on the other end of the line, but high in the sky there was something materializing, something big, bright and green that definitely wasn't the sun or the moon. And it was slowly getting bigger.]]

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…UHH

IVAN DID IT *promptly flees*

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WHAT DID YOU DO.

YOU BETTER FIX IT BEFORE I GET BACK OR I'M GOING TO RAZE THE ENTIRE FOREST.

FOR FUTURE REFERENCE, I DIDN'T SNEAK INTO YOUR ROOM WHILE YOU WERE OUT

What did you do.

If I don't like your answer I'm going to personally tow your clunky butt into space and throw you into the sun.

"Nice way to end summer."

#amr:art

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For those of you curious, there will be a solar flare induced Aurora Borealis tonight that will be visible on the North American continent at latitudes 40°N and above. Enjoy yourselves if you decide to take the time to appreciate it.

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That would be super neat and all, if Robot Hell Island wasn’t stuck in the middle of the equator.

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A matter of convenience. No one's forcing you to have no life outside the limits of the island.

#//haisi's freaking out

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Knees weak, arms spaghetti

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"—It does?" Clown asked, brought out of a rare (but sadly temporary) quiet moment, too busy searching the internet for whatever the heck a Shrek was. Looked stupid; like something for babies… like something Aqua would like.

If Astro thought it would be fun to watch then how could he NOT try to make it happen for him? Slowly, the proverbial gears in his head began to turn, and right away the circusbot went to looking around the party for any potential victims. He didn’t think that he’d ever heard Astro say that /anything/ would be ‘fun’, and especially not anything that he’d ever suggested. “Well, maybe it’ll happen tonight! It’s still pretty early, I mean.” He said, gesturing toward the sun that was now just barely peeking out from behind the horizon.

He was feeling a bit too awkward to ask Astro if them talking for this long meant that they were prom dates or whatever, so instead he settled for watching him in that unnerving sort of way that he did, somehow looking even more strange without his signature clown-face on.

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What the hell was it with people staring at him? Astro hoped if he happened upon any of the other brothers they wouldn't give him one the almost-patented Ominous 8 Ogle. He got enough of it back home, it was weird getting stared at without extravagant facial beauty product.

But after a while, it dawned on him what he just uttered: sounds like fun. Because it did! But only because the nature of his field of study gave him something of an eschatology fixation. An asteroid, nova, or maybe a gamma ray burst would've been vastly preferable to a fleet of alien warships, but he wasn't going to nitpick. "Maybe. What's a prom without a world-shattering disaster?" A Clown-induced altercation resulting in absolute destruction at someone else's expense? Hell yeah he wanted to see that shit. He'd even add some tasteful dubstep to the video and make it his screen saver.

But that'd take some time, wouldn't it, weaving together a web of lies and manipulations? Time that the DVD was just short of satisfying. Without really saying anything, Astro turned back to the table to pick a couple tasty looking nibblets in preparation of going out and socializing.

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Knees weak, arms spaghetti

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"Grenade!?" Clown scoffed, obviously not in agreement. Apparently Astro didn’t have to deal with the creepy commentary on a regular basis from that freak like he did, and on top of that, Astro’s room wasn’t located next to Grenade’s like his own was, so…

"I hear what you’re saying, but see, to me, whatever ideas Grenade’s got rattling around in that empty head of his aren’t really going to be all that entertaining because he’s gonna LIKE whatever the consequences are!" The sky was blue, the grass was green, and Grenade blew himself up on a daily basis; it was just sort of the way the world worked. "Now, a group of smug robots that think they’re better than everyone else getting blown to smithereens by angry aliens? Now that’s comedy.” Clown continued, following the other over to where the drinks were, clandestinely wiping the smooshed and mangled twinkie off of his hand onto a passing robot.

"You’re right though, it probably wont happen again… not without a little push anyway…”

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Ok, that little stunt and Star's subsequent reaction was pretty funny, but Astro merely rolled his eyes. "I haven't forgotten his... inclinations. This just happens to be a Mexicans-telling-Shrek-Jokes scenario, honestly." What he meant by that and who happened to be laughing at Shrek or the Mexican were questions he didn't answer.

A group of smug robots? Quaffing back the rest of his drink, maybe slightly disappointed he wasn't going to have his first taste of alcohol, Astro continued watching Star squeak and whine, arms saguaro. "Are you suggesting someone should go and cajole another doomsday scenario out of a prom guest?" He picked up something that looked suspiciously like another twinkie off a dessert platter and started to nibble on it. "Sounds fun."

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Knees weak, arms spaghetti

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Upon realizing that yes, that was in fact the REAL Astro standing…er, floating before him, Clown yanked his arm back with a satisfying sort of elastic snap, back to it’s normal appropriate length, which was to say, still way too huge in comparison to his small sized body.

"I guess that’s true…" Clown agreed with a shrug. It was true that the party was just about everything that Clown wasn’t, but he still liked attending them. He liked to dress up, and besides that, it was the only day in the entire year where he could just be nice to his dumb linemates without anyone getting any weird sappy ideas about it.

"But what’s a party without a clown?" He says, figuring it’s good enough of a reason. "Aaaand, who would willingly miss out on the DLNs making asses out of themselves? It’s only a matter of time before they go messing everything up.” Clown was grinning rather cheekily now. “And they call US the bad robots.”

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It took a lot of effort for Astro to bite his instinct back; according to a reliable source, a good one. Keep it civil.

"Those insular servile babies? Please." He moved over to the beverages and poured himself something without really looking at what it was. Mm, tangy. "They might have their heads jammed up their rears, but they know better now. But judging from recent events..."

Scanning the grounds for other robots, he caught sight of a train with an oversized bib, a couple of the aliens themselves, but no Napalm man? Huh. Either down and out or late. "I'd have to say that the one to watch is gonna be our very own Grenade. If he shows up." It took a perfect storm of dim wit, loudness and staggering ignorance to incite what amounted to a massacre. Ol' Gren would probably love every second of it.

What a weirdo.

#Maybe they'd get handsy with the wrong bunch and start a riot #and put that thing down before I slap it out of your hand

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Knees weak, arms spaghetti

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It was just like Wily to be unable to resist the idea of giving his trapeeze-swinging robot moodswings, and in an instant, Clown’s expression softened. With hot steam still billowing embarrassingly out from under his clothing, Clown whirled around to face him, his eyes wide in shock.

"You’re here!" He gasped, unable to stop himself from reaching out to touch his fingers against Astro’s middle, expecting to watch his fingers phase right through him.

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Aw, the dour mood went away. Oh well, he thought to himself, it's not like that's what he came to se-

"AggwwhhhwhWAAEGEH GEH GEH GEH GEH HEY. HEY. NO. UH UH." He hissed. Touching! No no no no, that would not do. As soon as Astro registered the contact, he flailed his own noodly arms around to shoo those freakishly hefty metal boas away from him. For touching, this was definitely a no-fly zone, it didn't matter who -- was that paint on his arms?

Sighing a bit as he straightened out his pristine white jacket, he deigned to answer with a curt "yes." Tonight was a night to play it cool, meaning none of that snip-snappy-assedness Astro liked to indulge in, but at least it meant that nobody else would be at their worst like he typically expected, including Clown. "Shouldn't that be my line? I can't think of a single thing you'd want to do in a restrictive setting like this."

#an elaborate prank?#spiking the punch is pretty low brow #Percy's fare really

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> never mind.

>…be civil.

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> I've got little in the way of choice, but ok. In the meantime you should probably work on your "please's."

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