#glados 01

[800movingobjects-blog]

@theenrichmentcenter

Hurrying downstairs from the room he had woken up in (his room? Prowl was perhaps more unnerved than before that the building he was in seemed to be an Earth-style residential space) Prowl found himself in a near-identical space to the previous floor. The entire building was somewhat maze-like, but uniform in design it seemed. Prowl was still mulling over what purpose there might be to keeping him here and who might be responsible when he rounded a corner and saw a strange mechanical lifeform apparently trying to remove a wall panel.

For a moment Prowl felt a little relief that the individual before him wasn’t an organic; he’d heard what humans did with Cybertronians and it wasn’t something he was particularly interested in experiencing. But they were also clearly not Cybertronian, being of a much more humanoid build and without any kibble to speak of. They were small for a mechanical, but still taller than Prowl in his holomatter state, and he moved cautiously closer. “Ahem. Who are you?” He narrowed his eyes, eyeballing the wall panel that was partially loose and the multitude of gears and levers that seemed to be behind it. “Are you the one who brought me here?”

[shinnotsuyosa]

The desire to eat whilst in this form was overwhelming; Kurogane feeling as though he was constantly searching for something to consume rather than doing anything else. And despite that the newly turned werewolf still had control over his desires, the smell of food wafting from a nearby party was enough to pull him towards it; pushing past the crowds of people to get to what was offered on a rather large, grand table.

And so he stood, with a plate piled high with mostly meats, eating to his heart’s content. Even after finishing one large stack, Kurogane immediately began to grab more when he was finished, but stopped mid-bite when he realized someone was watching him. With a quick turn of his head, crimson eyes narrowed onto the strange looking woman next to him, not bothering to finish what was between his teeth before he spoke out to her.

“The hell’re you lookin’ at?”

                                                                 ► *:  ( @nurotoxin​​ )

[hjoenk]

@nurotoxin​  honk honk.

The goose, while undoubtedly horrible, wasn't evil; no blood was on their hands (or feathers, for that matter), and while it revelled in ruining other people's day, that was it. It was always something recoverable, something to move on from, not destroying somebody's life. That wouldn't make him any better than humans. Or, robots. A particular one almost having killed him for, what, him being a mild inconvenience? Those were the truly horrible ones here. Not him.

That said — now where they didn't have such a massive advantage, of course, the goose would get back on them. It would have done this even without provocation, but now it was just even more urgent.

If there was something it remembers very clearly, is that his honks irritated her; she didn't like loud noises. So, naturally, the trap he'd set up; an air horn replacing the door wall protector.

A fun way to meet them again, for sure. 

He'd sit comfortably, waiting for her to trigger the greeting upon entering.

[rejectedoracle-blog]

“ Oh no. ” 

To call this an unfortunate event would be an insult to orphaned children with nefarious distant relatives everywhere. She had never personally met the tyrant Queen of Aperture Science, being only another defective turret in the lineup. And she had always hoped it would remain to be the case. And yet, life was funny that way. Ensuring your greatest nightmares would come true for a good laugh for some incomprehensible being up in the clouds. 

“ ... Prometheus was granted salvation in exchange for the sacrifice of an immortal. Stepping forward, Chiron chose to rest and the sky was open. This was mercy. ” Oracle Turret said to herself. Yes; that made sense. Even GLaDOS, with all her terrifying feats and sardonic quips, was just another resident here. Someone with a chance to make amends and become a better person! She had no choice, after all. She was powerless like the rest of them after all.

Right?

“... Hello. Nice weather we’re having. Are your murderous inhibitions feeling particulary high today?”

@apersurewhynot

[betterscience]

@apersurewhynot

After months in this city, Moira still felt like she had barely grazed the surface of the secrets that this city held. What she’d learned was actually, more like nothing. She had zip, zilch, nada. So that was clearly going to have to change. There was no way she was going to spend more time in this city without learning something inherently useful.

Spotting a woman sitting in the park, she stared at her for a moment before walking over, standing in front of her to make her presence known.

“You look to be rather smart,” she commented, pulling out her notebook.

“Do you know anything interesting about this city?”

[detectivesproclamation-blog]

Devil's Proof [Closed@GLaDOS]

Rumor, Gossip, people throughout the city had talked of a certain andriod. She was fully robotic and even apparently had a mind of her own.

Given that the ridiculousness of the rumors, Erika hadn't even taken them any mind. But, eventually enough people were talking about it, that Erika got curious, what sort of act had this person done to trick so many people into believing this. Deciding to seek out the heart of this matter, she headed to where the person presided. The company, Aperture Science, as it was called, was located in the Green Sector. Almost the opposite of her own Sector that she had been housed in. 

But, even though she was here, Erika very much doubted that this rumor would turn out true. I mean who would believe something as ridiculous as an android existed?

Arriving at the main building, Erika walked in the entrance of the building with a graceful stride. Making her way to the counter, she saw there was no one to greet her. Well, it's not like she had let them know she would come in the first place. Without caring how it might look to other people, she stepped behind the counter and searched the drawers for something that might be useful.

Quickly finding what she was looking for from the top drawer, she glanced down at the piece of paper. It was the number to the head office with the name 'GLaDOS' written next to it. Carefully putting the piece of paper back, Erika picked up the phone that lay atop the counter and dialed the head office. She then sat down in the counter's chair, placed the phone to her ear, and waited... for this 'GLaDOS' to pick up.

Ring... Ring... Ring...