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[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Hello remaining masters, on your respective day have a robot priest stalking you!]

[ooc: SO I FAIL! And lost track of this for ages; so instead of spamming with lots of separate posts, each remaining master has a thread inside this one with the day on. I hope that's okay, and I'm really sorry.

So this applies for:

Percy
Elektra
Question
Jesus
Puddleglum

This loss technically ENDED three days ago on Monday with Puddleglum, so I really am sorry for dropping the ball on this. D:]

Comments

Percy - Friday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[In your room, blankfacing like a creeper.]

Elektra - Saturday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Pops up in that lovely white room with no name placard.]

Question - Sunday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[I believe we're still out in the swamps for this one?]

Jesus - Monday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Clearly the messiah needs a robot bodyguard.]

Puddleglum - Monday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Miserable dude, meet blankfacing robot.]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[And when you come into this room you'll notice your mistress is having another one of her vivid nightmares. She'll wake up the moment she senses something else is in this room though. How do you feel about your mistress suddenly in front of you with a knife at your throat? Because that's what is happening.]

Who sent you here?

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even seem to notice, just turning emotionless mismatched eyes downwards.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[Puddleglum is in the process of awkwardly scrambling out of a tree by the duck pond. Actually, getting down hadn't been so bad. With his long limbs, he could reach pretty well. But his fishing pole had become tangled in the branches and he's muttering under his breath as he attempts to tug it down]

Take a creature from his home... make 'im something he's not... then give a swamp but fill it with all sorts of improper things. Probably have one come up and eat me right now, with me all tangled up like a fool. Wouldn't be a bit surprised. Not one-

[oh! he lied. Have quite a bit of surprise as he realizes Tres is RIGHT THERE and fumbles back a few steps] By Aslan! Where did you come from?

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[We are indeed. So have a cold, miserable Charlie slogging through the mud when he notices him]

You!

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[yelp!] H-hey... Aren't you that weirdo who knocked on my door a few days back?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Well this is unexpected. Still not enough to get her to move from her position.]

Who are you?

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Is just there, blankfacing like a creeper.]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

Why are you here again? [After all, he had been more then happy to see him gone after that day with Deadpool]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

What? No you're not. I don't even really know you.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

My machine?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[blink]

[eyes narrowing slightly] Well, you're a precise one, aren't you?

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

So are you lost or something?

Percy - Friday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[In your room, blankfacing like a creeper.]

Elektra - Saturday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Pops up in that lovely white room with no name placard.]

Question - Sunday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[I believe we're still out in the swamps for this one?]

Jesus - Monday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Clearly the messiah needs a robot bodyguard.]

Puddleglum - Monday

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Miserable dude, meet blankfacing robot.]

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[And when you come into this room you'll notice your mistress is having another one of her vivid nightmares. She'll wake up the moment she senses something else is in this room though. How do you feel about your mistress suddenly in front of you with a knife at your throat? Because that's what is happening.]

Who sent you here?

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[He doesn't even seem to notice, just turning emotionless mismatched eyes downwards.]

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[Puddleglum is in the process of awkwardly scrambling out of a tree by the duck pond. Actually, getting down hadn't been so bad. With his long limbs, he could reach pretty well. But his fishing pole had become tangled in the branches and he's muttering under his breath as he attempts to tug it down]

Take a creature from his home... make 'im something he's not... then give a swamp but fill it with all sorts of improper things. Probably have one come up and eat me right now, with me all tangled up like a fool. Wouldn't be a bit surprised. Not one-

[oh! he lied. Have quite a bit of surprise as he realizes Tres is RIGHT THERE and fumbles back a few steps] By Aslan! Where did you come from?

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

[We are indeed. So have a cold, miserable Charlie slogging through the mud when he notices him]

You!

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

[yelp!] H-hey... Aren't you that weirdo who knocked on my door a few days back?

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

[Well this is unexpected. Still not enough to get her to move from her position.]

Who are you?

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[Is just there, blankfacing like a creeper.]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

Why are you here again? [After all, he had been more then happy to see him gone after that day with Deadpool]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[machineish.livejournal.com]

[ultimaverum.livejournal.com]

What? No you're not. I don't even really know you.

[likethetragedy.livejournal.com]

My machine?

[respecto-wiggle.livejournal.com]

[blink]

[eyes narrowing slightly] Well, you're a precise one, aren't you?

[waterproofed.livejournal.com]

So are you lost or something?