[network] @guardian; Afternoon 77; [open]

[phaseshifter]

[ After a day and a half of complete radio silence, Angel and Rhys are back. If anyone was worried about a potential repeat of the whole kidnapping incident, it looks like those worries were unfounded - they both look happy, healthy (ish), and maybe even a little smug. Angel's wearing a flower crown, man, that's about as un-distressed as it's possible to get.

And, you know. Rhys is singing and dancing in the background with Dumpy. That's also a pretty good indicator that they're doing okay. Angel beams at the feed before speaking, clearly EXCITED AS ALL HECKIE: ]

She's a woman! The administrator spoke to us, with her voice, and she's a woman! She didn't even sound robotic - which doesn't mean she isn't an AI, of course, but ones that can imitate human cadence and tone in their speech tend to be more human in other ways, too. As in they tend to have feelings and emotions! So even if she isn't human, she's definitely a person. And a woman! We called it!

[ She pauses, shooting an excited look back at Rhys. Her brief silence makes it a lot easier to hear what he's singing - this, for anyone who might recognise it. He sings pretty well! It just sucks that Dumpy's enthusiastic screaming is drowning out a lot of it. Angel snorts, looking back at the tablet. ]

Um, yes. What... what they said. And now we know she's a person, I think... I mean, I'm pretty sure that she needs rescuing even more than we do. Right?

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[phaseshifter]

Oh my effing god IT WAS A NOSEBLEED IN CLOTHING FORM RHYS ( ≧Д≦)

[headjacked]

DON'T! MAKE! ME! COME OVER THERE!

[phaseshifter]

And do what? Impose your terrible fashion choices on me?? (ര̀ᴗര́)

[headjacked]

I WILL sit on you.

This is not a joke.

Final. Warning.

[phaseshifter]

You can sit on me all you want but it won't make you any less of a fashion disaster, Rhys. ٩(⸝⸝⸝◕ั ௰ ◕ั⸝⸝⸝ )و

==> action;

[headjacked]

Let the records show that Angel brought this upon herself.

[ Just in case any blue dads are creeping about. He then charges her.

RUN GURL U IN DANGER ]

[phaseshifter]

Let the record also show that Rhys is a dweeb!

[ u no she runnin tho. Not super fast, because even now there's still a slight degree of bambi-legs going on, but still. RUNNING FOR IT ON THEM LIL LEGSIES ]

[headjacked]

[ Angel. Darling. This never works out for you. A for effort, though!

Meaning he catches up to her in no time flat and up she goes over his shoulder. On the flesh side. Advantage: no injury. Disadvantage: much harder to keep her aloft. ]

Last chance! For real this time!

[phaseshifter]

[ FRICKIN USELESS WEE LIL LEGS CAN EAT A BUTT!!!!!

Meaning oh dear Angel cannot possibly get out of this one eek time to apologise and say the tie was awesome and hahHAHAHHAHA HOW ABOUT NO ]

Dumpy! Dumpy, come give Rhys some love!!

[ BONK HIM ON THE HEAD DUMPCHAN

DO IT FOR AUNTIE ANGEL ]

[headjacked]

What - n-no, no, Dumpy I am all loved out NO -

[ SCHREECHCLONK <3

Rhys wobbles from the direct hit to his freaking FACE and trips. Maybe not the intended outcome, but Angel's down now! And possibly wedged under a cyborg. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ There's no possibly about it. Angel is pinned down by a mixture of heavy noodle men and her own failure. ]

Darn it.

 

 

You know, you can, um. Get up any time now.

[headjacked]

...yeeeeeeah okay.

[ And he get up.

But not before lifting Angel's flower crown off her head and placing it on his own. THE ULTIMATE BLOW. ]

[phaseshifter]

[ G A S P ]

Thief!

Bandit.

[ She gives him the most scandalised, judging look possible. Look, Rhys. Look at what you've done. Look at how far you've fallen. Look at your life; your choices. ]

That kinda suits you.

[ Or don't look at any of those things and just admire the flower crown, nbd ]