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[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[eve was in hibernation for the entire day, and since she doesn't usually stay in her room, she's floating in the lobby.

feel free to notice a floating egg in the lobby, or fall on you when gravity comes back, or something.]

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[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[rolls out of the way and behind - Random Bit Of Lobby Furniture A. shutupitworksok.] .... Hurm. Interesting defense system. Very modern for a medieval looking place.

[fishes in his pockets for something that might distract it. comes up with a rubber band from the other day. fires it off to the side, behind EVE. pwing!]

[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[LMAO, when he shoots the rubber band, she goes ballistic. doesn't care that it's indoors and that she's already destroyed some of the upstairs hallways before, so she fires -- PYEW PYEW -- and oh, there goes some tables and a couch!

turns back to rorschach, or his general direction, glaaaaaring. this guy is a threat!!] Who are you? Who are you?

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[his cover is not looking so safe anymore. but that doesn't stop him from staying behind it]

Rorschach. Heard you fine first time. Your turn. What're you?

[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[she's hovering a little closer, her plasma canon still out. she's guarded, but she'll still act civil.]

Rorschach. [remembers this. guy with a hat and an odd face.] EVE.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

Eve. .... Castle security? [clears his throat a little] Live here. Not an intruder. [so srsly Emmy by the end of this thread they'll be in a Who Can Say It In Less Words contest]

[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[shakes her head] No. Resident. [finally gets close enough to him, then puts her canon away. know this, rorschach! if you do anything funny, she'll blow your face off! :(

also LFMAO, yes. who will win?! eve says the word that she's so well-known for. just in case.] Directive?

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[is more than a little curious about how a robot can be a resident. the blots on his mask shift a little more sluggishly as he tries to figure this out. processing!]

Yours or mine?

[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[she takes a moment to scan his face, because his mask is interesting!] Oooooh. [finishes scanning. eve's easily distracted.]

[hovers a little closer, and kind of nods towards him] Directive.

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[shakes his head a little, like a cat hit with a spray bottle, when she scans his face. can still SEE through that mask, you know. IS BLIND for like three seconds.]

Kill evil.

[notadefect.livejournal.com]

[she cares not. besides you shot a rubber band near her. she has to know that you're not a threat!!]

Ooo. [that sounds like a scary but important directive. but she wonders what 'evil' he's talking about] Evil?

[shrt-temper.livejournal.com]

[it was that or the grapple gun, EVE. always look on the bright side of life. or, um, AI.] Criminals. Thieves. Murderers. .... [a shrug] Scum. Know any? ... Trying to find them.