Mindy Macready//Video

[daddys_hit_girl]

[The camera turns on when somebody bumps it, the chorus of muttered cursing suggesting that it's probably Mindy. There's another sound in the background, the faint mechanical whizzing of one of the Facility's resident robots moving, and after another second of ceiling there's a triumphant sound as Mindy grabs the 'berry]

Gotcha.

[She turns it around

Comments

[wind_wielder]

Don't wreck that robot. It's far too useful.

[daddys_hit_girl]

For giving you back massages.

[wind_wielder]

Yes. There is nothing wrong with having back massages available whenever you want one.

[daddys_hit_girl]

Or, you know. When you fucking don't.

[She glares at the robot, which redoubles its efforts at removing all that stress, bloopling happily at the propspect of a job well massaged]

Tell me where the off switch is. I'm really warming up to the prospect of making one myself.

[wind_wielder]

Went for an hour and automatically stopped the last time I checked. You might try relaxing to see if it considers you done.

[daddys_hit_girl]

[Mindy lies as still as she can, an irritated look on her face]

So when are we starting up training again? three days into the first week and the most interesting thing to come up is farming.

[wind_wielder]

Whenever you want. Looks like things have settled down, we can get back to work.

[daddys_hit_girl]

Alright.

Guess I'll see you after this thing stops robolesting me.

[wind_wielder]

Should be less than an hour. Whatever you don't, don't put it on the sport setting.

[daddys_hit_girl]

[Mindy blinks at the sudden pause in the massage.

About an instant later, the Maggagebot Voice Activated Sport Function (trademark) is online, and a chipper 1950's esque voice starts yammering]

Swell! Just swell! How about some high lobs?

[Mindy takes cover behind the table under a hail of tennis balls]

Woman I swear I will make a sequel to my horror movie!

[wind_wielder]

Less threatening, more fleeing.

[daddys_hit_girl]

Orrrr... [Mindy smirks, then springs from her hidey hole, dodging around the tennis balls]

Bitch, you want to dance?

[She spind, turning it into a little ballet twirl because she has a skirt and she feels like showing off. She rolls under the floating robot, six tennis balls hitting the floor at high speed and losing in the joints of it's arms.

It twitches angrily, and Mindy giggles before making her escape]

Control, alt... [She spins and pitches a ball rolling on the floor, which bouncing off the metal hull with a satisfying clang]

delete.