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[notastone]

[near the lake, there is a hammock stretched between two trees. how the hammock got there is rather questionable, but all the same: there is a golden boy sitting stretched across it like he's sleeping. little does he know that there's one of the lovely, stereotypical camp signs above his head.

LIVING, BREATHING ITEM FOR PARTY MEMBERS! REUSABLE

Comments

[holyfight]

Why would you need a living, breathing item for a party? Does it mean like a clown? Or like a piñata?

[notastone]

[stirring a little in his place at what he heard, but decides that it's probably not addressing him]

[holyfight]

Umm, excuse me! Did you know you have a big sign over your head that says you're an item?

[notastone]

[... okay, that's talking to him, he opens his eyes.

pauses. because. well. pretty girl.

and then:]

... An item?

[holyfight]

I don't get it either - you look like a person to me? Or maybe a robot. One or the other.

[notastone]

[rolls out of the hammock and looks up at the sign]

Huh. Well, I'm definitely not an item! Or a robot. Wouldn't a robot kinda be an item?

[holyfight]

It might depend on how human the robot was! If it's the kind that just sweeps the floor, then it would be! But if it's a cyborg, then it's practically human!

[notastone]

You mean like a person who's a human but then they become all cyborg-y because they lost limbs?

[holyfight]

Yes, like that! They're human, or mostly human!

[notastone]

I wouldn't call them items, but robots are programmed a lot of times, aren't they? I wouldn't be able to do much with a robot's ... body, but if it were a cyborg, I could probably fix 'em up.

[holyfight]

You heal people?

[notastone]

I do. I-that might be why I'm an item!