1st Transmission

[bot-builder.livejournal.com]

[This appears to be a giant room, ceilings as high as the walls are far apart.  It's well-lit, although there are no windows.  There's bits of machinery and half-built robots everywhere, either semi-neatly stacked on tall shelves or scattered on the floor.  The cement floor is spotted with oil.  There are green monkeys running everywhere.  You know, normal stuff.

In the center of the room there's a little work area in a cleared space.  There are a couple worktables haphazardly covered in tools, both recognizable and obviously homemade contraptions.  At one worktable a very red-haired young man is tinkering with what looks to be a mini-fridge with legs.  He's cheerfully explaining to himself what he's doing.  A small ball hovering next to him suddenly shouts something about it being lunchtime, making the man jump.]

I'm busy!  Be quiet!

[Suddenly he notices you and freezes for a moment.  Then he begins sputtering.]

But--what--how did you get in?  And why didn't my bots tell me someone was approaching the house?!

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[waterfell.livejournal.com]

[Because it's a dream; or the nexus. One of the two, and she'll figure out which as soon as she wakes up, so it's not that urgent of a question to the girl who walks confidently right up to the work area.

She is fairly ordinary in appearance at the moment: dark hair, Asian features, somewhere in her late teens, modestly but fashionably dressed. She smiles slyly as she hops lightly up to sit in a clear space on one of the work tables, legs dangling over the side.]

Because... I wanted to! [She explains her presence, mostly to tease and provoke the young man.] Is it alright if I stay awhile?

[maddening-gale.livejournal.com]

They were too loud, so I silenced them.

What's that supposed to be? A walking chest?