ARCADE FUUUUUUUUUUUUUN~!

[luminol_lover]

Characters: Open
Purpose: To promote inter-community unity
Location: Arcade cart
Time: November 19th in the mid-afternoon
Warnings: Dumb humor, most likely XD

Summary: Just a regular day in the life of the passengers...as they go to the arcade cart.

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[404_knight]

Robo-Ky rolls into the arcade. His head instantly lights up, sparks and his eyes go blue. Then they return to yellow
"... ... ... HI GUYZ! SUP!"
His head bobs a bit, like a bobble head.
"Bzzzt."

[blog_of_evil]

Dr. Horrible walked in after Robo-Ky, distracted by the music coming from the room.

"...Did you just say 'sup'?" he asked doubtfully, with an amused smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Is that atypical of your manufacturer?"

[404_knight]

"Man-u-whatnow?"
Robo-Ky spun his arms around, flexing his servos and getting his gears into proper positions.
"I dunno! I just wanna play some VIDEO GAMES! Hell yeah!"
Robo-Ky deployed a small airhorn and blew it.

[blog_of_evil]

At the sound of the airhorn, he shut his eyes and put a hand over his assaulted ear.

"Fine! Go! Just...stop blowing that in my ear!" Dr. Horrible yelped. "You're going to give me permanent damage in my ear canal, idiot!"

[404_knight]

"Damage? Gamage. Gamma. RADIATION!"
Robo-Ky's eyes turn into Nuclear Hazard signs.
"Wooooop woooop meltdown!"
... ... ...
Robo-Ky laughs.
"Gotcha"

[blog_of_evil]

"...Subject seems delusional of his own humor," began Dr. Horrible aloud, scribbling on a notepad while watching Robo-Ky bemusedly. "Prone to loud....excessive displays of nonsensical behavior. May be suffering from an onslaught of stupid!" This last word was shouted, accusatory, by the mad scientist, his ear still ringing from the air horn.

Smirking, he stalked over to a nearnby chair tucked near the wall to observe Robo-Ky in his chosen environment.

[404_knight]

Robo-Ky rolls over to two arcade machines and sprouts a second pair of arms. With his right arms he plays one and his left arms, the other.
"HIGH SCORE! GO GO GO!"

[blog_of_evil]

"How can you even tell what you're doing?" Dr. Horrible muttered, watching Robo-Ky go at it. "Your processors aren't that fast....are they?"

[404_knight]

"My processors are fast enough for YOUR MOM!"
Robo-Ky starts venting steam as he plays.

[blog_of_evil]

The scientist laughed aloud; what did he care about what some robot said about his mother?

"So?" he countered. "At least I have a mom!"

[404_knight]

"... dude... dude... that was unnecessary."
Robo-Ky stops playing.
"That was just mean, man."

[blog_of_evil]

Dr. Horrible stopped grinning. He hadn't expected Robo-Ky to react like that.

"...Sorry." he mumbled soberly. "I...uh, didn't mean it like it sounded."

He nearly mentally kicked himself for apologizing, especially to a non-sentient creature.

But...he looked so sad..

[404_knight]

"It's fine, just... dude. Not cool."
Robo-Ky sighs.
"... ... wanna play Skee Ball?"

[blog_of_evil]

Damn it. He was feeling ashamed. He was supposed to be a supervillain, and instead he was ashamed of himself.

Attempting to save face, Dr. Horrible put his notepad to the side and stood up, his shoulders shifting into his nervous, Billy posture.

"...Sure. Sounds like fun." he mumbled, and walked over to the Skee Ball table, his hands stuffed tightly in his pockets. Thank god the Evil League of Evil couldn't see him now.

[404_knight]

"Woo!"
Robo-Ky started up the point counter and rolled a ball. He is, frankly, terrible at skee ball.
"50 points! Woo!"

[blog_of_evil]

"50?!" Dr. Horrible cried out, startled. "The game'll take forever. Make it ten."