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[hev_interloper]

[So, remember that little robot that's been trekking across the castle, collecting up all your untended possessions? No? Well, he has, and he's gotten quite a few. The ghosts have helped too. And when aaaaaall that trash started to pile up, he decided to make it into cubes. Those cubes are what you can see stacking up outside the castle... except

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[encryptedlock]

[That's...okay, that's really kind of cute. Have a York and Delta leaning back against the castle wall and just watching.]

[hev_interloper]

[The robot putters about, shifting cubes around as needed when he gets ready to put new ones in their place. The ones at the very bottom of the base are glued together with some sort of white epoxy, and there's a largish pile of trash behind the rocket.]

[encryptedlock]

You think he's making something, D?

Affirmative. The regular shape of the base would suggest a tower of some sort. [Because spaceships haven't looked like that for centuries.]

Cool. Hey, Freeman! What you making?

[hev_interloper]

Diiiirective! [It's more of a chirp than an answer, really.]

[encryptedlock]

Oh yeah? What's your directive, then?

[hev_interloper]

[Free-MN tilts its head to the side, like a puppy's, almost.]

Diiiirrrrective?

[encryptedlock]

[Hmm, he might need an example of this.]

My directive is to assist York in any manner he feels necessary.

[hev_interloper]

Directivvvve!

[Oh, he knows this one! He showed shiny-jangles man already. Hmmm. He pulls a book out of his chest compartment, and flips open to a page with the moon.]

Direeeeeeective.

[encryptedlock]

Oh. Oh.

You're building a ship? That's totally kickass.

[hev_interloper]

[Nodnodnodnod!]

Freeeeee-maan.

[encryptedlock]

[is totally taking pictures of this with his helmet camera to show to Freeman once he's off this loss]

Good luck, little guy! Anything you need help with?

[hev_interloper]

[York, you're so mean. The little 'bot hesitates for a second before turning around and Glancing Significantly at his trash pile. It's small--he needs more supplies, York!]

[encryptedlock]

[Hey, he's perfectly nice! He just also has a weird sense of humor.

Also, he totally doesn't get what you're trying to communicate. Fail, York.]

You're...taking out the castle garbage?

[hev_interloper]

[...sort of? The bot's eyes furrow a little bit, and he bobs his head forward, urging York on.]

[encryptedlock]

[Fortunately Delta's smarter than that.]

Are you seeking more raw materials? There is most likely a suitable amount of debris in the forest.

[hev_interloper]

EEEEEEEE!

[Free-MN almost does a jump for joy, and looks extremely helpful. More things! For his directive!]