Day 1
((This was a little snippet in IM that was amusing enough that we decided to say it happened. Messenger names changed to protect the entirely-not-innocent.
It goes from OOC to IC at a certain point, and all of the conversation between Gate and Charlie is text via the datapadd. And, yes, I know Gate looks a bit off-chara here - remember, he's not even an hour or two old. He'll grow out of it fast. ;) ))
Gate-mun: Want a rundown of Baby!Gate's day so far, in case Charlie's watching?
Charlie-mun: sure
Gate-mun: tests are done, scientists go out for lunch, activate Gate when they get back. he wakes up on an uncomfy and chilly lab table. At least they put clothes on him first...
Charlie-mun: aww
Gate-mun: They immediately start trying to explain his job to him, hindered a bit by the fact that their newly activated reploid seems to have an attention span of less than a minute
Charlie-mun: LMBO
Gate-mun: They're trying to get him into a labcoat. He's studying how his fingers move (for a few seconds), and then picking up various things around the room and interrupting to ask what they're for
Charlie-mun: XD
Gate-mun: Adult intelligence, but otherwise a curious little baby
Charlie-mun: yup
Gate-mun: They finally get him in a lab coat, and give him his very own little datapad to make notes on (this he likes, very much)
Charlie-mun: XD
Charlie: *leaves a little smiley face on the corner of the pad*
Gate-mun: Then they try to get him down the hall to his assigned lab space.
Gate: *wonders where the smiley came from*
Charlie: *text* Hi. Shhh
Gate-mun: He gets distracted halfway down by a window, and spends a few minutes looking out at the world....
Charlie-mun: heh
Gate-mun: and sees a dragonfly...
Gate-mun: Then they finally get him to his lab, and give him another thing that he doesn't like nearly so much as the datapad - a huge file on all the rules and regulations regarding robot/reploid design that he'll be expected to follow. He's supposed to be reading it. Instead, once he's left alone, he looks around the lab and pokes at things and looks at the datapad some more...
Gate: *sees text, curious, types back* Hello?
Charlie: I'm Charlie.
Gate: *doodling dragonflies with the stylus on the datapad screen*
Charlie: That's one of the most fascenating designs in nature
Gate: I'm Gate. *pauses to flip the datapad over and look at it from all different angles to see if it has wifi or something*
Gate: *flips it back right and reads the new text* I saw it outside the window. Do you work here too?
Charlie: No. I work somewhere else.
Gate: *doodles some more dragonflies, looks at the Huge File Of Rules that he's supposed to be reading*
Gate: *still not reading it*
Charlie: Maybe pretend to read it?
Gate: I'll read it later. I just don't want to right now. *pauses and then adds* Why are there so many rules?
Charlie: Because humans are afraid.
Gate: What are they afraid of? *he looks around again. Although his energy levels are ok, other systems are registering as 'hungry' since he hasn't actually eaten anything yet. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite yet recognize the sensation*
Gate: *pokes around the lab some more, finds a mini fridge in the corner. Sticks his hand in, curiously - It's cold in there!*
Charlie: Are you hungry?
Gate: I don't know. *he checks internal diagnostics* Energy levels read as fine, but I haven't eaten anything yet so the systems meant to break down organic foods are empty...
Charlie: Is it uncomfortable?
Gate: It feels strange.
Charlie: Food will make it fade, I think
Gate: *looks for food. If this is his room, there should be food for him in here, right? There are things in the fridge, and on a little shelf above it. He pokes at one of the containers and pulls off the lid to find something not unlike plain oatmeal*
Charlie: Are you there, Gate?
Gate: *goes back over to where he left the datapad with the container of goo, types* Yes. I think I found the food.
Gate: *either that or it's glue*
Charlie: What does it smell like?
Gate: *sniffs at it* I don't know. It doesn't have much of a smell. *and he doesn't know very many smells yet for comparison*
Gate: It was in the fridge.
Charlie: Does the container say anything?
Gate: No. The container is unlabeled. The contents are a chilly semi-congealed substance with a brownish-grey color and little lumps in it
Charlie: Do you have a way to anylize the composition?
Gate: *looks around the lab, and nods* yes
Gate: *carries the datapad and the container of glop over to the scanning equipment, and starts happily analyzing his supposed-to-be-dinner*
Charlie: Maybe try that? Oh. I have to go. But can I ask a favor first?
Gate: *pauses in analyzing the glop to type back* What?
Charlie: Don't tell anyone about me, please.
Gate: Ok. I wouldn't want them to know I was talking to someone and not reading the file. I don't think they'd like knowing that.
Charlie: True. I'd better be more careful the next time I talk to you. I'm sorry.
Gate: Sorry? For what?
Charlie: Doing something that could get you into trouble. I'd rather not do that
Gate: I don't want to get into trouble either. *Doppler and Weil had looked scary*
Gate: I guess I'd better read the file. *after he analyzes the glop...*
Charlie: Here's a code that no one else should be able to find. When you have time you can text me.
Gate: Ok.
Charlie: I'll talk to you later, Gate. *makes a small dragonfly picture*
Gate: Ok, Charlie.
Charlie: *is gone*
Gate: *analyzes glop, determines that it is edible - though it doesn't taste like much - and then settles in (after finding a spoon) to eat it and read the Huge File of Rules - and doodle more dragonflies*
It goes from OOC to IC at a certain point, and all of the conversation between Gate and Charlie is text via the datapadd. And, yes, I know Gate looks a bit off-chara here - remember, he's not even an hour or two old. He'll grow out of it fast. ;) ))
Gate-mun: Want a rundown of Baby!Gate's day so far, in case Charlie's watching?
Charlie-mun: sure
Gate-mun: tests are done, scientists go out for lunch, activate Gate when they get back. he wakes up on an uncomfy and chilly lab table. At least they put clothes on him first...
Charlie-mun: aww
Gate-mun: They immediately start trying to explain his job to him, hindered a bit by the fact that their newly activated reploid seems to have an attention span of less than a minute
Charlie-mun: LMBO
Gate-mun: They're trying to get him into a labcoat. He's studying how his fingers move (for a few seconds), and then picking up various things around the room and interrupting to ask what they're for
Charlie-mun: XD
Gate-mun: Adult intelligence, but otherwise a curious little baby
Charlie-mun: yup
Gate-mun: They finally get him in a lab coat, and give him his very own little datapad to make notes on (this he likes, very much)
Charlie-mun: XD
Charlie: *leaves a little smiley face on the corner of the pad*
Gate-mun: Then they try to get him down the hall to his assigned lab space.
Gate: *wonders where the smiley came from*
Charlie: *text* Hi. Shhh
Gate-mun: He gets distracted halfway down by a window, and spends a few minutes looking out at the world....
Charlie-mun: heh
Gate-mun: and sees a dragonfly...
Gate-mun: Then they finally get him to his lab, and give him another thing that he doesn't like nearly so much as the datapad - a huge file on all the rules and regulations regarding robot/reploid design that he'll be expected to follow. He's supposed to be reading it. Instead, once he's left alone, he looks around the lab and pokes at things and looks at the datapad some more...
Gate: *sees text, curious, types back* Hello?
Charlie: I'm Charlie.
Gate: *doodling dragonflies with the stylus on the datapad screen*
Charlie: That's one of the most fascenating designs in nature
Gate: I'm Gate. *pauses to flip the datapad over and look at it from all different angles to see if it has wifi or something*
Gate: *flips it back right and reads the new text* I saw it outside the window. Do you work here too?
Charlie: No. I work somewhere else.
Gate: *doodles some more dragonflies, looks at the Huge File Of Rules that he's supposed to be reading*
Gate: *still not reading it*
Charlie: Maybe pretend to read it?
Gate: I'll read it later. I just don't want to right now. *pauses and then adds* Why are there so many rules?
Charlie: Because humans are afraid.
Gate: What are they afraid of? *he looks around again. Although his energy levels are ok, other systems are registering as 'hungry' since he hasn't actually eaten anything yet. Unfortunately, he doesn't quite yet recognize the sensation*
Gate: *pokes around the lab some more, finds a mini fridge in the corner. Sticks his hand in, curiously - It's cold in there!*
Charlie: Are you hungry?
Gate: I don't know. *he checks internal diagnostics* Energy levels read as fine, but I haven't eaten anything yet so the systems meant to break down organic foods are empty...
Charlie: Is it uncomfortable?
Gate: It feels strange.
Charlie: Food will make it fade, I think
Gate: *looks for food. If this is his room, there should be food for him in here, right? There are things in the fridge, and on a little shelf above it. He pokes at one of the containers and pulls off the lid to find something not unlike plain oatmeal*
Charlie: Are you there, Gate?
Gate: *goes back over to where he left the datapad with the container of goo, types* Yes. I think I found the food.
Gate: *either that or it's glue*
Charlie: What does it smell like?
Gate: *sniffs at it* I don't know. It doesn't have much of a smell. *and he doesn't know very many smells yet for comparison*
Gate: It was in the fridge.
Charlie: Does the container say anything?
Gate: No. The container is unlabeled. The contents are a chilly semi-congealed substance with a brownish-grey color and little lumps in it
Charlie: Do you have a way to anylize the composition?
Gate: *looks around the lab, and nods* yes
Gate: *carries the datapad and the container of glop over to the scanning equipment, and starts happily analyzing his supposed-to-be-dinner*
Charlie: Maybe try that? Oh. I have to go. But can I ask a favor first?
Gate: *pauses in analyzing the glop to type back* What?
Charlie: Don't tell anyone about me, please.
Gate: Ok. I wouldn't want them to know I was talking to someone and not reading the file. I don't think they'd like knowing that.
Charlie: True. I'd better be more careful the next time I talk to you. I'm sorry.
Gate: Sorry? For what?
Charlie: Doing something that could get you into trouble. I'd rather not do that
Gate: I don't want to get into trouble either. *Doppler and Weil had looked scary*
Gate: I guess I'd better read the file. *after he analyzes the glop...*
Charlie: Here's a code that no one else should be able to find. When you have time you can text me.
Gate: Ok.
Charlie: I'll talk to you later, Gate. *makes a small dragonfly picture*
Gate: Ok, Charlie.
Charlie: *is gone*
Gate: *analyzes glop, determines that it is edible - though it doesn't taste like much - and then settles in (after finding a spoon) to eat it and read the Huge File of Rules - and doodle more dragonflies*