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[newdirective]

whirrrr

whirrr

whirr

whir

click click click

skeeeeeeeeeeeeeeerunch

clangYou know, the bar probably didn't have a Waste Allocation Load Lifter yesterday. Funny, that. Where did that come from? And why is it cleaning the floors? Hope that's not your wallet he just picked up. He's mighty curious, and thats credit cards and some form of currency

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[mend_and_defend]

[ooc: If I didn't have to go to bed just now I would have a proper tag, but as it is all I can do is SQUEEEE.]

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill almost trips over the block of junk. If not for the table top he snags just in time his cop reflexes.

Eyeing the bundle of garbage a whirring sound catches his attention and he follows it to it's source.

It's a robot.

"Huh, didn't know there was a new cleaning crew."

[newdirective]

The robot's headtilts, and there is a chirruping noise; something like a cricket would make, only run through a synthesizer a few times before coming out.

Maybe that was 'hi'.

[wheelsy_sheriff]

Bill cants his own head to the side, lifting his hand and reaching under his ball cap to scratch his head.

"Hi?"

[newdirective]

The robot mimics; scratching his head as one of his mounted eyes sort of wiggles a bit! Perhaps he simulates the motion of the hat that way!

[notthatpotter]

[ooc: eee!]

James is watching the little robot, blinking curiously over the top of his butterbeer.

It's so cool.

[newdirective]

Unaware of his surroundings and rather intent on his scooping of floor trash -- which isn't that bad, but still! IT is a bar, and the floor does see everything from shed human skin (ew) to very mundane peanut shells on the floor.

Someone has to pick it up.

[notthatpotter]

He is still watching - maybe now with more interest.

"Oh - you missed those napkins," he says, pointing towards them from over his table.

[newdirective]

HEY NAPKINS!

vrrrrrrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiir goes the little robot, coming to collect napkins. Oh, and to eye ball the human. This one is small! (Smaller, anyway.)

[v_knidh8er]

Is this thing cleaning?
No...it wouldn't dare.
No one would.

Crossing the Loompas just isn't done.
Which is why there are five pairs of green eyes peering out from a shadow not far from WALL*E.

[newdirective]

Maybe he doesn't know any better. But is a sin in err any less a sin?

Blissfully unaware that he is being watched, he continues to work. Whrrrr

[v_knidh8er]

Out of the darkness comes a rhythm.
SnapStep.
SnapStep.
SnapStep.

One by one they come into the light; half hunched over, arms extended, and fingers snapping as they walk.

When you're a Loompa you're a Loompa all the way...

[newdirective]

...that's not a normal noise, figures the little robot. He stops, swivels about.

He tilts his head, watching the Loompas; eventually, his body turns with the rest of him and he observes this strange new human(oid?) ritual with interest.

[nanny_bot]

[[OOC-Too late to tag? Also, here's a link to some stills from the movie in case you haven't seen them. ]]

A curiously shy H.E.R.B.I.E. is staring at the new comer from behind a booth.

[newdirective]

The 'stranger' is busy. Cleaning. Whrrrrrr, over and over again; occasionally stopping to pick something up that looks curious. Like this funny wallet! It's curious. And it has stuff in it!

[nanny_bot]

"01001111010010000100111001001111!*" H.E.R.B.I.E. chirps out as he races over to the strange robot.

"Stop!" he says in alarm as he takes a hold of one corner of the wallet. "That is not yours. We must find the owner or give it to the proper authorities to facilitate its return to the owner."

*"Oh No!"-translated from binary.

[newdirective]

But it's trash!

...and alas, this robot does not speak binary. He merely -- well, chimes at the outraged little bot that hovers at him.