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victory_road2021-05-21 02:42 pm
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BIG, BIGGER, BIGGEST!
Who: ANYONE AND EVERYONE
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: MAY 21ST TO MAY 23RD
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
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Need a reminder of our Fourth Wall Rules or this weekend's size weirdness? Find them here!
Where: ANYWHERE AND EVERYWHERE
When: MAY 21ST TO MAY 23RD
Summary: GET IN HERE AND MINGLE
Rating: BUT PLEASE MARK YOUR THREAD CONTENT ACCORDINGLY
Log:

Need a reminder of our Fourth Wall Rules or this weekend's size weirdness? Find them here!
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On the other hand, he might not have room to talk at all, seeing as how living cookies don't exactly seem to be the norm here, either... and yet, here he is. He drops down off Earth Colt's back, a distance of just a few inches, and smiles a bit wryly up at the robot with a small nod of agreement. "That, he is. I must thank you for distracting him, even if I suppose it was not intentional. Until now, that energy had all been directed toward me."
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A dance partner. A conversation over the network.
"I know you, do I not?"
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"You may... I suppose we both may be more difficult to recognize now, if we both appeared human upon meeting?"
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Sure, the masks obscured everything. But after the fact, with his memory banks intact, it's starting to connect.
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He rests a little cookie hand on... where his chin would be if he had one, and studies Shadowmaru's face, as if that will help at all given the double-obfuscation of the mask at Prom and the change in form now.
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He sits up a little straighter, and... yeah, he's scratching at one ear. Even though he really doesn't need to. After another moment of thought, his whole body shifts. Folds.
And Shadowmaru the robot sits, crosslegged, in front of the cookie grandpa.
"I don't suppose this would assist."
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The change in form is a bit of a surprise, though not necessarily a shock... unfortunately, it also does little in itself to help Millennial Tree Cookie recognize him... at least at first. "Hm... unfortunately not. I have not seen anybody here made of metal, though I suppose I have heard--"
Aaand the lightbulb clicks on. Millennial Tree Cookie straightens up slightly. "--Oh! I thought your voice seemed familiar, have we spoken on the, ah... the Gear?"
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He takes a break from his pose to sit crosslegged. Because that's comfortable for a giant robot, right? Apparently so. His expression brightens, one finger tapping his chin in thought.
"Ah, yes. That's entirely plausible! Perhaps if we can recall the exact discussion, I can recall it more clearly in my memory banks."
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"I believe we spoke about... well, robotics, actually! And... dates."
And how sometimes that means things other than a fruit.
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One big robotic hand extends, fingertip forward toward his cookie friend. In what has to be intended as a handshake.
"Then, my friend, a pleasure to see you as you are now."
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"And the same to you! I am glad to meet you in person at all; I suppose it is an added benefit for it to be while you are... I would hope, in a more comfortable form for yourself?"
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"Indeed... Though, I must admit. I have lived in this world for far longer than I had in my own. I am uncertain which is more... comfortable, at the moment."
His head tilts, those bright green eyes dimming briefly. "I hope you are in similar straights, yourself."