GLoG 37: Dysfunction Junction

[horngeek]

She's vulnerable to our equivalent of magic, mostly because she can't use it herself.

The last time I properly fought her, I was seriously outclassed. It took the arrival of a Substitute Shinigami to force her away, and even then, we had to do some serious double-teaming.

[Neon Knight]

"So I'll see what magical firepower I can stock up on, and we'll dump that on her once we've got her trapped."

[horngeek]

Mmmm...

Daisuke gently puts the now sleeping Abigail on the couch.

Underground won't work; her Zanpaktou, as I'm sure you saw, is Earth-type.

[Neon Knight]

Greg nods and heads off to plan.

[horngeek]

Daisuke smiles at the now sleeping Abigail.

Sleep, and don't let bad dreams or bad men interrupt. It's a precious thing.

[Kaelaroth]

Vorka, hooded and dark-shrouded as ever, is wandering the halls, talking to the air.
How odd.

[horngeek]

Abigail has been put to bed.

Daisuke is about to go to bed as well. If you want to talk to him, now's your chance.

[Kaelaroth]

Vorka doesn't particularly want to talk to him, but may well be seen by him as he wanders. Perhaps, not, though.

[horngeek]

Then Daisuke goes to bed!

[Kaelaroth]

And Vorka continues to wander!

[Neon Knight]

Plot-clone time!

Misaki is in the Rose Garden, at her flowers again.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok looks about, finding the place to be rather clogged with deadtime at the moment, with the exception of some girl. Perfect, now there's nobody who could catch him as he sets up his diabolical scheme to...

Hey, hold on a minute! Why are you just sitting on that chair off to the side, doing nothing? Magtok, are you telling me you walked all the way to GLoG, and you didn't even plan out anything cunning and diabolical on your way there? Not even so much as a robbery? Get up, do something, you sad excuse for a villain! I'm ashamed of you, cyborg, I can't believe you'd...

What's with that notebook you're holding? Can I see? Is...is that...are you writing out the entire conversation Daisuke and Greg had last night? And you're writing with a lead pencil. Oh, you sneaky little schemer...all is forgiven.

[happyturtle]

[Greatroom]

Sunny wanders into the greatroom, accompanied by her robot, and sees her former boss. Who she doesn't remember. "Hello! I'm Sunny!"

[Lord Magtok]

Oh hi, Sunny! I'm Magtok.

And after a polite smile, he turns back to his work. Darned kids, why was it that every single child or child-like person always insisted on introducing themselves? He's scaryface shadowy-looking evil guy Magtok, you'd think they'd have the brains to edge nervously away and hide behind their guardians like a sensible midget larvae thingy should, but nooooo.

[happyturtle]

A sensible larvae who's first non-traumatic memory was an Autobot who was kind to her? Why in the world would she be scared of a cyborg?

"Are you a robot?"

[Lord Magtok]

Half. Or...well, about half.

And now all that writing's out of the way. Blah, now what's Mag going to do to pass the time?

[happyturtle]

"Wow! How does the circuitry interface with all the squishy stuff?" Sunny asks, enthralled. Of course she was a MagTern, but back then she was far too in awe of Magtok to quiz him about his personal structure.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok shakes his head.

Sorry dear, that's a trade secret.

And not because Mag's player is lazy, no sirree.

[happyturtle]

"I made this robot. His name is IZK-α." Or Isaac Alpha. Cookie if you can guess the significance.

[Reinholdt]

Mean Drone 2 shouts out something around the lines of Issac Assimov as it zooms down the hallway.

[Beans]

Libra undeadtimes, sees Sunny, and walks toward her.
She's still wearing those safety goggles in case her eye falls out again.

[happyturtle]

A cookie falls out of the fourth wall and lands on Mean Drone 2.

It has the Three Laws of Robotics written on it in icing. In binary.

It's a big cookie.

"Hi Libra. This is Magtok. He's a half-robot!"

[Beans]

Libra, the freshest walking corpse this side of Discworld, smiles.
Hi.
Any detect-o-trons may detect that she is deader than dead, and that her silver locket is magic-tastic.

[horngeek]

Abigail skips out into the greatroom. Hi, Magtok!

How are you?

[Neon Knight]

Misaki is still in the Rose Garden. She idly wonders what Meridian and Quinn are doing.

[Reinholdt]

Mean Drone 2 is crushed by a cookie.

Stupid cookies.

Misaki might be too since he was in the Rose Garden.

Mean Drone 3 flies by and laughs now that Mean Drone 2 has died.

[Lord Magtok]

Magtok looks over the robot with a judgmental gaze.

Well done. How'd you...

Oh gods, no. Three kids now? Why, gods, why?! What did poor Mag ever do to deserve all these smelly, icky goodling spawn clustered all around him?

I'm fine. Just came here to see how things are, see how everyone's doing.

And write out an important defense plan conversation so he can sell it to an apocalyptic demon-lich's minion for fabulous prizes.

[Neon Knight]

Misaki is utterly confused when a really, really big cookie lands on her while squashing a nearby drone. She crawls out from underneath it and looks at it, utterly confused.

[Reinholdt]

It looks nommable and tasty?

Also she's probably covered in icing so Misaki is nommable and tasty too.

Which... is probably really pedo or something.

Mean Drone 3 flies off.

[horngeek]

Abigail skips out into the Rose Garden.

Unfortunately, the monion is now dead. Consumed by her own Inner Hollow.

But, that's PEACE. Abigail skips out into the rose garden. Hi! I'm Abigail? Who're you?