a fabulous team aperture adventure [open]

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They were very most definitely in space.

Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place

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this thread is already the stuff of chell's nightmares

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Chell had become pretty well-practiced when it came to tuning out Wheatley. Just concentrate on something else (like deciding where to place portals, or idly wondering what scientist had the idea to program him British), and the accented chatter became nothing but background noise while she took care of productive things. At one point in the pitch-dark corridors of the turret manufacturing lines, his anecdotes and thinking aloud and endless rhetorical questions (and flashlight) had been something of a comfort in that it meant she wasn't so terribly alone, but now she found all his talk grating. Probably had something to do with the fact that she was still mad at him for all those attempted murders.

The instant another voice joined Wheatley's, deja vu hit Chell like a freight train. OH GOD WHAT IF SPACE CORE HAD A VOCAL OVERHAUL AND FOLLOWED THEM HERE. When she turned, however, she could not decide if the reality was better or worse.

It was, as the AI so eloquently described, a pink mutant pony, the sight of which made her stop and gape, eyebrows furrowed in complete and utter confusion.

Chell's life is pain and annoyance

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Just when you thought nearly getting shot to the moon would be the highlight of the horrible things that could happen in your life, Chell, now you get to deal with this.

"Oh! You're Mr. Wesley from before! I didn't know you were a funny-looking beachball! No wonder you can't eat dessert! Who's your friend? Are you carrying Mr. Wesley cause he's got no legs? That's so nice of you!"

And so on and so forth and Chell just run while you still can.

Re: Chell's life is pain and annoyance

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"That's me! Except it's Wheatley," he replied. "Where are my manners? This is Chell! Do be kind, she's got--" He remembered the smack the last time he told people she had brain damage. "Ah, she's... an excellent jumper?" he offered. "So what brings you down here? We're just exploring, getting our bearings, you know."

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Goodness, he was capable of learning from negative feedback. Maybe this would eventually lead to fewer stupid things coming out of his speakers. Maybe she could condition him to connect stupid things coming out of his speakers to pain. Progress!

But who was Chell kidding, really?

She tried her very best to mask her complete and utter disbelief at the sight of the pink mutant pony, to little success. The most Pinkie Pie would get in greeting was a long, hard stare, lips pulled tight and eyes wide.

WAS THIS REAL LIFE.

[mylittlelolny]

Oh, you silly science people. There was nothing strange about a talking pink pony!

"Hi Chell! You don't talk much, do you? Are you shy? I have a friend who's really shy! She can talk, she's just REALLY quiet!" Pinkie was certain that Chell would get along GREAT with Fluttershy. It's too bad she wasn't here right now, or else she would introduce them right away. "Where are you guys going exploring? Can I come, too? I haven't explored a lot yet so I dunno where anything is!"

Even as she was going on (and on and on and on), she was trotting- no, bouncing in the direction they had been headed in before she caught up. It seemed she was inviting herself along regardless of any response (or lack thereof) from Chell.

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"Oh, she doesn't talk at all, really," Wheatley explained. He whispered, "She's got a bit of brain damage, you see. I don't think she can talk at all."

"We're going everywhere and anywhere, and I don't see why you can't come along! Isn't that right, Chell?" he asked, looking up at her for some form of response.

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One day. One day she'd speak to him. Chell would take a very long time deciding just what to say and when to say it, and then it would be beautiful and amazing and would completely fry his stupid little processor as an added bonus.

Today was not that day.

Even if she was inclined to speak, she wasn't sure she'd ever get a word in with these two--Wheatley seemed to have met his equal (if not his match) in the fine art of motormouthing. This was potentially the biggest disaster. Was she a magnet for all those physically incapable of shutting up?

At any rate, it seemed as though Pinkie Pie had made up her mind to join them, so Chell could do little but shrug in response, indicating that she didn't particularly care what the chatterboxes decided.