Wily is Not Amused.

[did_it_for_lulz]

[It is a very, VERY hungover Dr. Wily that wakes up and finds himself flat on his back in the middle of... an empty lab. Oh, a familiar lab to be sure- the very one he commandeered previously- but empty in that everything he had built or started to build is missing. The portable generator, the parts he'd gathered or had brought to him, and, well..

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[notwright]

Oh no! Will the thief find out about... us? :O

[did_it_for_lulz]

As if I would write about you...

... you had better help me look.

Light! Return my stolen objects to me and I will consider forgiving you!

[searchsnakes]

[About that incriminating personal stuff, Wily... the good news is that Snake has managed to find several of your diary entries. The bad news is he's currently acting under somebody else's orders to start a smear campaign against you instead of Megaman. Which means he's wandering the halls and reading them very loudly. And maybe "embellishing" to make it a bit more interesting.]

Dear Diary, I had that nightmare again. I was fighting Megaman, but I forgot to wear any pants. I wonder if--

...Oh. Hi, Doc. What's the matter?

can I just say you're my favorite RM? :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

[here, have a barefoot Wily dashing over with steam puffs popping out of his ears and a face full of angry as he reaches to try and yank the precious pages away from Snake]

022! I command you! Return these pages to me immediately and delete all information related to them from your primary memory!

[huff, huff! he is red-faced and outraged! yes, OUTRAGED. He has never had nightmares about fighting Megaman with no pants...]

(OOC, Snakey is free to interpret that order as forgetting that he has the pages in his hand, thus rereading them again as soon as he notices them. XD)

Oh, shucks. You'll make me blush.

[searchsnakes]

[[OOC: Don't mind if he does. `w`(\ ]]

[Snake salutes with the hand holding the entries] Right away, Doc!

[Moving nopantswily.txt to the Recycle Bin, please wait. Snakeycakes stands there for a second, still maintaining his salute.]

...Oh, hey Doc. Uh... don't look now, but you seem to have forgotten pants.

all deserved. :D

[did_it_for_lulz]

[he's all but hopping up and down- and there's a mental image nobody wants- with frustration!]

Never mind that now! I said for you to hand over those pages!

[i_am_vile]

[Only a short time after Wily bellowed out, his demand ringing through the Dressing Room, there came a tall and purple figure striding towards him. Following the sound to its source had been easy.]

Wily.

[did_it_for_lulz]

[Alas for Vile, Wily is already in a Bad Mood. He glances up, with a cynical and sour eye at the stranger and totally dismissive body language. He's got bigger problems, like his plans falling into enemy hands! No time to chat with big bulky guys- even if they do have massive shoulder cannons and no face!]

Yes, yes. [he flaps his hand Vile-ward and continues pacing about in a rage over his lost writings]

[i_am_vile]

[This was not a Repliroid accustomed to being ignored or dismissed, especially not by organics. He moved forward, stepping into the path of Wily's pacing and steadfastly refusing to move.]

We have matters to discuss.

[did_it_for_lulz]

Hmph. Unless you can divine the location of my lab's missing material components and my blueprints, I am not interested in your matters!

[He just sidesteps.]

[009_madeofmetal]

*Tralala Metal is in the kitchen taking advantage of Roll's coming back from the grocery store, apron and all. He stirs some pancake batter with one hand while meticulously shaking slight amounts of cinnamon with his other, when Wily's sudden thunderous voice startles him and he drops the entire container of spice into the mix. There goes his belated in-the-making Mother's Day breakfast but it prooobably wouldn't have been a good time to give it to the doc anyway.*

*Metal slowly peeks out of the kitchen. Oh gosh Wily's barefoot too. He'd better help the poor man out once he's done cleaning up.*

[did_it_for_lulz]

[Wily is currently shaking his fists at the heavens and shrieking something about 'my shoes had better turn up soon or you all face the wrath of a thousand killbots!'. Oh dear, the old coot's gonna blow a gasket soon, isn't he?]

[009_madeofmetal]

*Screw the aspirin, he's gonna need some heart meds D:* ...

*Metal quickly sets about whipping up a pot of coffee and grabs a banana from the fridge (peeling it just as meticulously) while it bubbles. When it's done he pours a mug and then zooms out of the kitchen with the makeshift "breakfast"* Dr. Wily! No need to call the killbots, we'll find your shoes. In the meantime you should try to calm down, panicking is no good for your heart. *coffee would probably not exactly help the situation but*

[did_it_for_lulz]

009! [he grabs up the coffee and drains it in two large gulps and then pushes the cup back on Metal, next gobbling up the banana just as breathlessly- talking with his mouth full in his haste] My... mph notebook is missing...all of my parts, too. Intolerable! I want the thief found!

[capslockunoichi]

IMAGES OF YOU IN A LEOTARD PRACTICING BALLET ARE NOT WORTHWHILE INTELLIGENCE.

[did_it_for_lulz]

[huff, huff! Ears pop with steam puffs!]

I don't need to see those breasts of yours, either! Put a shirt on, fool!

[He waggles a disapproving finger! You damned kid, my lawn, get off it!]