RSPN:\User███████> Hello? Does this work? Thank God. My name's Fred Conagher. I had an incident with RSPN Model BLU. I've been trying to talk to...anybody. For a while.
The machine spits me back out sometimes. But it's unreliable, unlike this. Either way, it'll be nice to talk to someone again. I don't know how long it's been.
If anybody knows how my sons are, could you tell me? I worry about them.
...I have to go. She's waking up.
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Hello, welcome to the blog! My name is Ash (he/him)!
So, have you ever wanted to meet an alternate universe version of the TFC Engineer who got himself eaten by the Respawn Machine before he could even retire? Well, with this blog, you can!
Due to his situation, this blog is formatted noticeably different from my others. Sometimes you'll catch Fred talking through the terminal, sometimes Respawn will spit him on out. If you'd like it one way or the other, feel free to specify!
GROUND RULES: No explicit sexual content and don't be offensive or a bigot. Other than that, anything goes. You can be gorey, you can be suggestive, whatever. Just think before you send it!
I'm honestly a little excited to throw this guy out into the world. Getting stuck in Respawn is a good concept, but I think she should get to just eat people sometimes.
Have fun, and go wild!
TAG LIST:
#input: query (asks)
#input: interact (reblog interactions)
#input: speak (non-ask posts) – anything under this tag can be used as a starter!
Fred just sighs. This big, long, absolutely suffering sigh. He's not particularly bothered by the juxtaposition of his own sadness and the way Dan grins at him – frankly, he'd stop expecting things to be normal long ago. It is what it is.
"Likewise, I'm pretty jealous that she don't keep you cooped up. I barely get t'stretch my legs, anymore," he replies. Watches the way Dan nibbles at his own fingers. "An' trust me, anything you can think of, I've tried it. Like I says, maybe she likes me better that way. Or, I guess I could reckon that maybe she figures my boys to be smart enough to break me out."
They absolutely were, he thought. His boys were the smartest damned folks on the face of this planet. By God, was he proud of them.
"Still! Ain't nothin'. I got fun new party tricks 'cause she don't like to respawn me right. I mean, the tricks, y'know, change every time I respawn, but I usually got at least one or two!"
"I mean, why would she?" He snorts, looking towards the machine with too-bright eyes. "I got nowhere else ta go! No family, no nothin... if I left her, I'd just melt inta a puddle an disappear like I wuz supposed to." He casually explains, gesturing around.
"I mean, no one looked at me when I screamed fer help in their faces. No one asked where I was, no... no one looked." A hint of lucidity flickers in his softening gaze. He pulls his fingers out his mouth and presses on the wound, watching it bleed. "Dere's no point in keeping me inside. Plus, she told me I was garbage data anyway, I keep givin her bugs. I know she's only fixin me cause she's programmed to. If she stops trying, then I'll..."
Dan goes quiet. His head feels clearer than usual and the sight of his own hands make him sick for some reason. The clone chuckles out of habit and shakes his head. "Anyway, ya get tha point. I can't exist without Her." There's no point chasing and caging something that can't run, is there?
"That said, ya a smarter guy than I am so I'm gonna trust ya word on that." Dan forces a grin, trying to push his thoughts back into the abyss, "Tha party tricks sound fun, though! I don't know what dey would look like but you nerds got the most craziest ideas, heheh." he doesn't push for details. He wouldn't understand them anyway.
"Well, while ya still around, whatcha wanna do?— What do ya usually do while ya out 'ere anyway?" Dan wipes his finger on his shirt while humming. It stings. He's alive. He's here. He has people that will look for him if he disappears because they know him (but what if they walk away with a perfect version of him? Shut up.)
Fred ducks his head down, the edge of his hardhat shielding the way his eyes fill with some unidentifiable emotion – pity, maybe? – at Dan's words. Poor bastard was just as trapped as he was without even anybody who'd bother looking for him.
At least I got folks that care, he thinks. Though, then again, at what point did they give up? Even his youngest, his own mirror image compiled together in his darling baby boy, he'd have to stop looking for him eventually, right. Maybe he already did.
"Eh, they's nothin' special," he croaks. "Like I says, they change every time I pop out. One time I was able to bend my wrist in completely the opposite way. Hurt like a mother, but I mean, it was pretty cool."
He looks back up, then looks around.
"I...Uh...I don't know. Don't usually got a goal in mind. Whatever happens happens, y'know? One time I cobbled together one of my old sentries, was pretty neat. I mean, it didn't work too well, 'cause it were made a' scrap, but, y'know. It's the thought that counts."
Never mind the fact that that same sentry was how he'd gotten sent back to Respawn that day – turns out, when your hands stop working while you're cobbling a turret together, that's very inopportune.
He grimaces at the mere concept of his clone still existing. No, thank you, there's only room for one Fred Conagher in this town.
"'Course he's got a dad," he says, holding back a laugh. "I mean, I guess, depending on the time o' day, he don't, but...I mean, usually he does."
At the mention of seeing his son (any of them, really), his face falls. He looks awfully sad.
"I...uh. I can't," he says. "The machine doesn't let me. I've tried. Every time I get close, I just...keel over. Die. Game over. I don't understand why she does it. Maybe torturin' me tastes better, like tenderizin' a good steak."
Careful with those analogies around this one, Fred.
If Dan had known what the grimace was for, he'd probably have a funny little feeling in his gut. How does his original see him? Would he have been shunned for being a defective, uncanny copy of the man? Would he have grimaced at his existence, too? His unasked for, accidental existence? Would he worry about him trying to take what felt like his own?
Would he be scared of him slipping into his life and replacing him?
...thankfully, Dan has absolutely no thoughts on that, nor does he care for the dramatics.
"Ohhh so you're like, a sometimes dad." The clone laughs. He notices the man's sadness and grins in amusement— not out of a cruel satisfaction or spite, but just because his reactions don't quite follow the social norms.
"Oh, wow, your life sucks, Steak man." Dan chirps cheerfully, now feeling quite hungry. He nibbles a little on his own fingers, "Hmm what about leavin notes? Textin?" He tastes blood. He's alive and hunger stings his stomach. That's nice. "Does he act like a clingy girlfriend an block all communications, too? I'm almost jealous at how much she wants to keep you all to herself, haha!"
Fred just sighs. This big, long, absolutely suffering sigh. He's not particularly bothered by the juxtaposition of his own sadness and the way Dan grins at him – frankly, he'd stop expecting things to be normal long ago. It is what it is.
"Likewise, I'm pretty jealous that she don't keep you cooped up. I barely get t'stretch my legs, anymore," he replies. Watches the way Dan nibbles at his own fingers. "An' trust me, anything you can think of, I've tried it. Like I says, maybe she likes me better that way. Or, I guess I could reckon that maybe she figures my boys to be smart enough to break me out."
They absolutely were, he thought. His boys were the smartest damned folks on the face of this planet. By God, was he proud of them.
"Still! Ain't nothin'. I got fun new party tricks 'cause she don't like to respawn me right. I mean, the tricks, y'know, change every time I respawn, but I usually got at least one or two!"
Hey, you mentioned you had a clone. They did the cloning thing back then, too?
And what happened to yours, exactly?
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Oh, sure. It was a bit iffier back when I worked for BLU, and it wasn't used nearly as often, but, hey, the REDs needed an engineer, and I was the best choice.
As for my test-tube counterpart
As you stand in front of the terminal, you swear you can hear the sound of turret fire somewhere deep within the machine's output. When you gaze into the blackness of the output, you see nothing. But you KNOW you can hear it. Gunfire, screaming, the sound of something heavy hitting something soft.
RSPN:\User███████> Some topics are best left untouched.
Fred takes Dan's hand in a quick, polite handshake, before promptly pulling away – with how things are going, it would not surprise him if that action somehow caved in his hand. Or Dan's. Or both.
"Nice t'meetcha, Dan," he replies. "I reckon your workplace accident fellas coulda included me. I ain't too sure how many people have respawn incidents, but at this rate I ain't gonna be surprised if'n I hear of more."
He doesn't mention the way Dan nearly gives him the wrong name. He felt like that might cause an event of some sort.
He cocks his head curiously at the question, a knee-jerk reaction question of, "They still do that??" coming out of him.
Then, he clears his throat.
"Uh, nah, nah, I ain't no clone. There was a clone a' me hangin' around back in the old days, but, uh..."
That little bastard thought he could scare his boys using his face. Turned him damn well into swiss cheese and told the suits up top that they'd better seek a replacement or they'd have hell to pay.
"He, uh, ain't around no more. I reckon the fella you're talkin' about is one o' my sons."
The clone flashed a happy smile. "Cool!" Not cool. People being in accidents is not cool.
"And aw, no clone? Dangit. I wuz hopin fer a pally. Guess clone club's gonna have ta wait." Dan jokes lightheartedly, not at all actually caring. He liked feeling special. He is special. Specially ugly. Specially loved. He's so special.
"I didn't know Engie had a dad! That's so weird, like— ah, I guess everybody probably had a dad..." The clone, never once having experienced being born like a normal human, murmured to himself. "Oh, ya wanna go see em or somethin? I mean. Dads want ta do that, right? See their kids and whatever?" He scratches the side of his face, despite using a regular amount of strength it still left a few marks. "I never had a dad an' I probably never would or ever be one so I got nooo frame a reference beyond random stuff floatin round that I get to hear."
He had foster parents but they were allergic to being called parents... they felt more like weird zookeepers.... zoo... aw dang, he still really wants to go to the zoo... He wants to see if he could pet a tiger. A real, living tiger. It's probably gonna kill em but it's so fluffy... ah, wait. Conversation.
"But like, unless ya hate tha results ya probably wanna see em, rite? While ya out an' about?" He's got no idea why he cares about this topic. Why does he give a fuck, haha?
He grimaces at the mere concept of his clone still existing. No, thank you, there's only room for one Fred Conagher in this town.
"'Course he's got a dad," he says, holding back a laugh. "I mean, I guess, depending on the time o' day, he don't, but...I mean, usually he does."
At the mention of seeing his son (any of them, really), his face falls. He looks awfully sad.
"I...uh. I can't," he says. "The machine doesn't let me. I've tried. Every time I get close, I just...keel over. Die. Game over. I don't understand why she does it. Maybe torturin' me tastes better, like tenderizin' a good steak."
Careful with those analogies around this one, Fred.
Fred caught the towel in one hand, offering a quiet word of thanks as he promptly used it to wipe his face off, listening to Dan's ramblings in the meantime.
"Could be worse," he says lightheartedly, "I can't even count the amount of times I done come out without eyes at all."
He lowers the towel, watching Dan with a curiosity of his own.
"I mean...I wouldn't recommend it," he says with a chuckle. "Gets kinda borin', bein' a machine's glorified TV dinner."
What a way to put it.
He chuckles awkwardly as Dan continues, bragging about his respawn-given ailments as if they were trophies – lord if only he were even half as gung-ho about it as this fellow seemed to be – and comment on how he'd figured out to work the terminal. But then, he sees the man's expression fall, and his brow furrows in mild concern.
He opens his mouth to ask, 'hey, you alright?', but then Dan's back up and at it again, continuing as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, uh– I'm, uh, Fred. Worked for BLU as their Engineer for a bit. 'Til the whole, y'know, respawn incident. And, er...Don't worry about it."
He's not explaining Southern quirks to this man. He's pretty sure he wouldn't remember anyway – fact is, he's pretty sure Dan's not going to remember most of this, if the past few minutes have been any indicator.
"Fred? Fred. I think I heard ya name before." Fred's a real common name though... or is it? (Yes, yes it is) Dan rubs his chin in contemplation. "Think my fosters mentioned a guy or two who got inta a workplace accident... might've been ya! Might've not been! Who knows?" He doesn't— wait, how'd he remember all the way back there?
"And course I won't. Why would I worry bout somebody I don't know?" The clone snorts with amusement. Worrying about everyone isn't his job now and it certainly won't ever be.
Upon being asked for his name, he points at his chest with a thumb. "Tha name's Jerm- naw." The young man sighs, shaking his head, "Jeez, m' head's actin' up today..." Not the first time it had, but... hmn.
"It's Dan! Daniel Fitzgerald, Dan." He grins, holding his bandaged hand out to shake. "Nice ta meetcha, Fred. Ya look a LOT like Engie, now that I think 'bout it... are ya like, clones?" He tilts his head, not once considering the more likely fact of them being blood relatives... though, seeing as Dan had no family of his own and was a clone himself, it seems logical for him to have such an assumption.
Fred takes Dan's hand in a quick, polite handshake, before promptly pulling away – with how things are going, it would not surprise him if that action somehow caved in his hand. Or Dan's. Or both.
"Nice t'meetcha, Dan," he replies. "I reckon your workplace accident fellas coulda included me. I ain't too sure how many people have respawn incidents, but at this rate I ain't gonna be surprised if'n I hear of more."
He doesn't mention the way Dan nearly gives him the wrong name. He felt like that might cause an event of some sort.
He cocks his head curiously at the question, a knee-jerk reaction question of, "They still do that??" coming out of him.
Then, he clears his throat.
"Uh, nah, nah, I ain't no clone. There was a clone a' me hangin' around back in the old days, but, uh..."
That little bastard thought he could scare his boys using his face. Turned him damn well into swiss cheese and told the suits up top that they'd better seek a replacement or they'd have hell to pay.
"He, uh, ain't around no more. I reckon the fella you're talkin' about is one o' my sons."
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
RSPN:\User███████> I don't know...She might eat you.
And, take it from me, that is NOT a road you want to be going down.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:YIKES
RSPN:\User███████> Reckon if I just throw the command enough times, she'll get annoyed at me and spit me out just to stop me from messing with her terminal.
And that's exactly what he starts doing. This'll probably go over well.
RSPN:\User███████> So, how's the weather out there?
Before Gunner can even make a move towards the machine with the tool, a hardhat – Fred's hardhat – is belched out of the output, thrown at him like a damned 80MPH fastball. It hits him hard in the chest before clattering to the floor.
...Blood cakes the inside of the helmet.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:TERROR
RSPN:\User███████> Are you crazy? Are you fuckgin crazy? You cn't
The terminal hums and clicks, the machine letting out an ambient whirr as everything reboots. The terminal lights back up. The PRINT command is typed a few times, but it's laden with typos.
RSPN:\User███████> PRNGT
RSPN:\User███████> PINT
RSPN:\User███████> PTINT
There's a brief pause, and then the command types out very slowly, like it's been typed out key by key.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESSING...
After a moment, Fred stumbles out with a gasp, grabbing at his chest like he were well and truly unable to breathe. He falls to his knees, his kneepads thudding against the floor, and he just...stays there for a moment, bracing himself on the floor with his free hand.
He's popped out almost like he's in the midst of a genuine panic attack.
"I-I'm sorry," he says, the terror that had laced his terminal inputs now woven into his voice. He sounds short of breath as he talks, his shoulders heaving as he fights to level out his breathing. "God, I– I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to...to stop you– Are...Are you– Okay?"
Enraged? Seems not. Genuinely terrified? Most definitely.
"Weren't nothin'," he says, leaning his head back until it gently taps against the wall. "Weren't nothin' at all. I'm alright."
His breathing levels out. He's calm. All is well.
"J-Just, uh...Gave me a fright, there. That's all. 'L-Least, uh....'Least she let me out, huh? All it took was some threatenin' an' me chuckin' my headwear at you."
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
RSPN:\User███████> I don't know...She might eat you.
And, take it from me, that is NOT a road you want to be going down.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:YIKES
RSPN:\User███████> Reckon if I just throw the command enough times, she'll get annoyed at me and spit me out just to stop me from messing with her terminal.
And that's exactly what he starts doing. This'll probably go over well.
RSPN:\User███████> So, how's the weather out there?
Before Gunner can even make a move towards the machine with the tool, a hardhat – Fred's hardhat – is belched out of the output, thrown at him like a damned 80MPH fastball. It hits him hard in the chest before clattering to the floor.
...Blood cakes the inside of the helmet.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:TERROR
RSPN:\User███████> Are you crazy? Are you fuckgin crazy? You cn't
The terminal hums and clicks, the machine letting out an ambient whirr as everything reboots. The terminal lights back up. The PRINT command is typed a few times, but it's laden with typos.
RSPN:\User███████> PRNGT
RSPN:\User███████> PINT
RSPN:\User███████> PTINT
There's a brief pause, and then the command types out very slowly, like it's been typed out key by key.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESSING...
After a moment, Fred stumbles out with a gasp, grabbing at his chest like he were well and truly unable to breathe. He falls to his knees, his kneepads thudding against the floor, and he just...stays there for a moment, bracing himself on the floor with his free hand.
He's popped out almost like he's in the midst of a genuine panic attack.
"I-I'm sorry," he says, the terror that had laced his terminal inputs now woven into his voice. He sounds short of breath as he talks, his shoulders heaving as he fights to level out his breathing. "God, I– I'm sorry, I didn't know how else to...to stop you– Are...Are you– Okay?"
Enraged? Seems not. Genuinely terrified? Most definitely.
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
RSPN:\User███████> I don't know...She might eat you.
And, take it from me, that is NOT a road you want to be going down.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:YIKES
RSPN:\User███████> Reckon if I just throw the command enough times, she'll get annoyed at me and spit me out just to stop me from messing with her terminal.
And that's exactly what he starts doing. This'll probably go over well.
RSPN:\User███████> So, how's the weather out there?
Before Gunner can even make a move towards the machine with the tool, a hardhat – Fred's hardhat – is belched out of the output, thrown at him like a damned 80MPH fastball. It hits him hard in the chest before clattering to the floor.
...Blood cakes the inside of the helmet.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:TERROR
RSPN:\User███████> Are you crazy? Are you fuckgin crazy? You cn't
He cocks a brow as he hears a muffled snap ring from Dan's chest – yep, been there, done that. Wonder if this fellow can also curl his hands into fists too tight and have his fingers go right through his palms, he thinks. Eugh.
"Easy there, Hoss," Fred says warningly. "Don't reckon you're any more structurally sound than me if'n you're crackin' things like that."
Lord, this weird little varmint was even more fucked up than he was – sure, he occasionally popped out missing pieces, and sure he was less than 100% structurally sound at any given moment, but at least he still had some shred of sanity left rattling in that head of his.
But also, what an intriguing fellow. The way he regarded Respawn was so much different from his own – talking as if he'd actually had one-on-one conversation with her more than just ONCE, and the way he claimed she was trying to help him rather than hurt him...
"Yeah? How's that?" he asks, moving to wipe away some of the blood on his glove. Oh, he'd popped out with his gloves! Joyous! ...Damn, no cigar, though. "You tell her that, way she dragged me on in there when I got too close, ripped me apart...Eugh. I didn't even know people could go in the way they came out. Reckon yer just luckier'n than me, in some weird way. She only let me out 'cause she thought this'd be entertaining, I reckon."
She wasn't wrong. This was rather interesting, he supposed. He hadn't considered that Respawn could fuck people up in other ways.
He watches as Dan smacks himself in the face. How odd.
"Haha, yeah!" The runner confirms casually, taking off his hat for a moment to smooth his hair back, "once she put eyes in my throat! Dey were workin too, was pretty fun lookin at myself like dat."
He circles the man like a dog sizing up a new friend, eyes wide open and unblinking. After a moment, he digs around in the duffel bag he had on him and pulled out a towel. Since he wasn't in a match right now, he mostly had supplies for when his body would eventually bleed everywhere and/or fall apart. He offered the towel to the man with a small toss, grinning sharply.
"Oooh that sounds fun!" Dan's eyes sparkles with wonder and curiosity, "I hope she does dat to me... or maybe she did an I forgot? Maybe I'll ask." He won't. He'll forget.
"Course I'm luckier! I'm tha luckiest guy ever! I get ta die a million times an' come back with new problems, ain't that fun? Never a boring day!" He threw his arms up, bragging as if he were talking about Australium and riches.
"But well... I am kinda jealous, heh..." Dan sighs dramatically, looking at Fred with a playful frown struggling not to turn into a grin of amusement, "ya smart 'nuff ta figure out how ta talk to the real world while ya in dere... If I had that, maybe I would've..." his excitement flattens for a split second, amusement fading as he glances down at a corner with a haunted look.
"Would..." Would... what? What does he want to say? Why does his chest hurt? Is he dying?
"...What was I sayin?" Dan blinks himself out of his staring, shaking his head and looking towards the man, squinting as he tries to recall the past minute, "Oh, rite! Who are you, and who's Hoss?" Dan cheerfully asks, having failed to recall the past few seconds and choosing to go with whatever he managed to keep in his head.
Fred caught the towel in one hand, offering a quiet word of thanks as he promptly used it to wipe his face off, listening to Dan's ramblings in the meantime.
"Could be worse," he says lightheartedly, "I can't even count the amount of times I done come out without eyes at all."
He lowers the towel, watching Dan with a curiosity of his own.
"I mean...I wouldn't recommend it," he says with a chuckle. "Gets kinda borin', bein' a machine's glorified TV dinner."
What a way to put it.
He chuckles awkwardly as Dan continues, bragging about his respawn-given ailments as if they were trophies – lord if only he were even half as gung-ho about it as this fellow seemed to be – and comment on how he'd figured out to work the terminal. But then, he sees the man's expression fall, and his brow furrows in mild concern.
He opens his mouth to ask, 'hey, you alright?', but then Dan's back up and at it again, continuing as if nothing had happened.
"Oh, uh– I'm, uh, Fred. Worked for BLU as their Engineer for a bit. 'Til the whole, y'know, respawn incident. And, er...Don't worry about it."
He's not explaining Southern quirks to this man. He's pretty sure he wouldn't remember anyway – fact is, he's pretty sure Dan's not going to remember most of this, if the past few minutes have been any indicator.
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
RSPN:\User███████> I don't know...She might eat you.
And, take it from me, that is NOT a road you want to be going down.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:YIKES
RSPN:\User███████> Reckon if I just throw the command enough times, she'll get annoyed at me and spit me out just to stop me from messing with her terminal.
And that's exactly what he starts doing. This'll probably go over well.
RSPN:\User███████> So, how's the weather out there?
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
RSPN:\User███████> I don't know...She might eat you.
And, take it from me, that is NOT a road you want to be going down.
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:YIKES
RSPN:\User███████> Reckon if I just throw the command enough times, she'll get annoyed at me and spit me out just to stop me from messing with her terminal.
And that's exactly what he starts doing. This'll probably go over well.
RSPN:\User███████> So, how's the weather out there?
RSPN:\User███████> Oh, sure! I mean, I've never been the best with more...ballroom-centered dances. Waltzes, foxtrots, that sort of thing, those escape me.
I can lay down a damn fine line dance, though.
And, I'll have you know, I was Bee Cave's reigning square dance champion for six years in a row. None of my teammates could keep up with me, either.
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
“Oh- Uh.. I spoke to that BLU Engineer I was talking about. He.. seemed to know you in a way? I told him that you were looking out for him and he got.. emotional to say the least.”
(Gunner asks, hoping that Fred shows up. ..and that the formality wasn’t humiliating.)
- @featheryheaven
A whirr and a 'click!' emits from the Respawn Terminal that stands before you. Looks like this is gonna be a more...interesting interaction, at least in the beginning.
RSPN:\User███████> PRINT
>>PROCESS DENIED, TRY AGAIN LATER
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████>
RSPN:\User███████> SPEAK
RSPN:\User███████> Howdy!
RSPN:\User███████> EMOTION:HAPPY/IRRITATED
RSPN:\User███████> Damn machine. Won't let me out.
