[Network] @hotstud_xxx; video | Day 52, evening [open]

[rubikscomplex]

[The video feed will show the inside of a tool shed where a small, flying robot is moving around in the dim light cast by the tablet.]

Hey, Trinity! Wibblelips! Look what I found. It flies, it screams, it's alive. It also happens to be the reason I'm stuck in a shed for the night. Now, I got a screwdriver.

[The screwdriver is held up into view in a pink-gloved hand.]

And I got a hammer.

[The screwdriver is set down and the hammer is picked up to show.]

It's a hammer of justice. It's a hammer of warning. And it's going to be the hammer I take to that freaking thing unless you tell me how to get it to stop screaming in my face. Hiro, you needed some robot parts, right? Might be able to get you some.

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[rubikscomplex]

You want him, come and get him, Dicky. God knows he's pining for you. I guess this answers the question of whether or not robots can come back from the dead. Why the hell did you ever want to keep him when all he does is scream?

[headjacked]

Y'know, he doesn't scream that much around me. Must have some kind of Absolute Asshole Sensor or something.

[ And, almost as if to prove the point, Dumpy shuts up and hovers by House's tablet. Coincidence? ]

[rubikscomplex]

[ Very possibly a miraculous and welcome coincidence. ]

Well, I mean, we all know you're pretty much a dweeb, so you two must get along real well.

[headjacked]

Your insults seem a lot less bitey for some reason. Maybe the migraine? The exhaustion? Tell me if I'm on the right track.

[ Yep, still quiet. The Dweeb is The Key. ]

OH MY GOD, YOU DWEEB, same icons

[rubikscomplex]

I'm stuck in a shed because I had to catch that thing and all it did was scream at me. You take a guess, pal. I really need a freaking drink in this place. Where's the bar?

i had to

[headjacked]

The bar? Yeah, pretty easy to miss.

[ He twirls a robotic finger around in circles. Dumpy leaves the tablet, finds House's head, and begins to orbit it. ]

It's at the corner of suck and it.

[rubikscomplex]

Wow. In this place of pure ice. I feel it. I feel... the burn. Where the hell are you, even? I don't want this thing. You can have it back.

[headjacked]

Little late for that tonight.

Now, I could tell him to stop screaming for the night. I really, totally could.

[ No guarantee that the command will stick all night, because Dumpy Gonna Dump, but. Still. He has some power here. ]

I just dunno if you've earned that.

[rubikscomplex]

You know, I think I'm starting to like it. It's at a certain pitch. Almost soothing. Like white noise. [White noise filtering into the endlessly screaming void, but like hell he'll ask for this idiot's help.]

And I didn't ask to bring it back to you tonight. Where are you so I can start heading that way? Unless you wanna come down to the hospital to grab it.