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[potatolament]

[The train station seems... relatively crowded today, though not simply by any number of bodies. A sort of riddle, ‘one of these things doesn’t belong’. The answer itself becomes hard to conjure, simply because it’s that terribly obvious that... can you really believe it? That nearly overnight there seems to have appeared this mounted build of

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[music_and_leeks]

[A new computer here? Though she does sound rather angry...]
Who are you talking to?

[potatolament]

[Oh. Look. More test subjects. She wasn't aware any were alive, or coherent anymore. But then, she's still not entirely aware where she is, limited to this corner of observation.

A psychotic mute who either isn't present, or is flailing without a sound before she's vaporized. Or, apparently, I'm speaking to you. Since you've started this conversation. What an enriching well of curiosity you are, aren't you. A verbose speaker of profound topics to take my attention.

[What can she say, she's picky. It's either a mute she doesn't have to listen to, or at some scientists that give the impression that at least know what they're saying, and don't just ask simple questions in interactions.]

[music_and_leeks]

Oh. Well, I don' think she's here, as far as I know.
I guess I was just curious.
Um, are you part of the city, or were you brought here like the rest of us?

[potatolament]

Do I look like I belong here? Really? I belong in a lab. I belong where there aren't people bothering me.

I belong just about anywhere that isn't here, talking to people that act as though I'M the stupid, lost one here. Though really. I'm touched by the concern.

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[desertedchateau]

[Morrigan has been out doing patrol work, and decided to land at the station just in case there were any new arrivals. Flexing her wings and pulling them back into her back, Morrigan blinks as the last few bits of Glados's monlouge reaches her ears. Looking around and seeing her, Morrigan blinks.]

Pointing fingers won't do anything. [Approaching her slowly since giant sentiant AI just makes her think of Huitzil, Morrigan is ready to move out of the way if needed.]

(ooc- I was so tempted to throw Alice at her. XDDD)

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[potatolament]

[She looks over, the 'head' tilting slightly to the decide, a silence of processing.]

You're right. But neither will reasoning with an insane, brain-damaged maniac who seems set and determined to murder you. Try dealing with that, then tell me what you would do.

Where is this. Who are you.

[They're shot out not like the sarcastic questions earlier, but more as profound queries, demands for answers.]

((ooc: ... that would have been so many kinds of win.))

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[desertedchateau]

I have dealt with that. I learned to fight and stay away from him.

This is Ruby City- a dimensional pocket of sorts. Wherever you're from, you can't go back of your own free will. There are homes and food, and we have hosts, but they don't like giving direct answers. Threatning them also won't work.

I'm Morrigan Aensland. Who are you?

[Morrigan lifts herself into the air, hovering lazily.]

((ooc- I still might. /considers this!))

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[potatolament]

[Since when did people ask her that. She was usually 'her' or 'it' or 'that thing'. But she knows her 'name' certainly, which she flickers off with a certain, almost rehearsed mannered.]

Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. G-L-a-D-O-S. A revolutionary invention of Aperture Science, made to de-ice fuel lines.

[Immediately she sinks back to the snark, semi-cold tone.]

And what a shame. Here I was just going to... pull myself down, and drag myself back to the labs. I'm so very glad you've informed me. But I'm sure I can find a quaint cottage. To drag myself to. And implant myself in. By myself.

But of course, I'll be looking forward to the food. Which I cannot consume.

I'm very impressed with your levels of information. No, really. Especially the analysis of the most important parts, our captors. Here, let me record that part in the notes...

[Alright, yes. She's turning a bit bitter.]

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[westerned]

[[Poor Rufus has barely even seen an iPod in his life. So when he sees Glados, he practically drops his watch.]]

What'n blue blazes is that!

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[potatolament]

You know, it only makes it HARDER to see you through this when you shake it like that. Perhaps you can summon the brain power to control your motor skills through at least this conversation.

I can already tell by your charming accent and colorful, exotic vocabulary that we're going to have so much to talk about.

I'm a combined apparatus to de-fuel ice lines, as well as a fully functioning disk-operating system. Or did you need the simplified summary? I'm a computer. Oh no, wait... let me simplify that some more. I'm a magic machine. There. Just let me know which phrase you're more comfortable with, and we can carry on.

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[westerned]

Awful rude fer a talkin' computer.

[[JERK.]]

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[potatolament]

That would be super computer. Not that I expect you to understand that sort of importance upon one device. But I'm worth more than your entire, meaningless life. That should begin to put it into perspective.

[Action] /yep this had to happen

[victoriantype]

[Alice had been out for a walk, getting used to the path from the apartment she shared with Loz to the train station and the few other places she visited. It wasn't quite as easily remembered as she had thought, but it was workable.

So when Alice reached the train station today, she looked first to the train tracks, then started as she realized she wasn't alone. Turning around properly so she could look at the giant that hung from the roof, Alice listened to her speak to the communicator.

Reaching into her apron pocket for her own, but then snapping out of it, Alice let the item drop back into place, cleared her throat, and spoke up.]

Hello..? [Obviously it could speak, so Alice didn't feel so stupid for doing the same.] Are you..?

[A pause and then she simply asks]

What are you? Are you lost?

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[potatolament]

[What is she? She looks over at the question, wondering if she's supposed to answer the obvious, or if perhaps this person is REALLY marveling over the accomplishment she is in just being what she is.

She doesn't have that much faith in young humanity.]

A computer. Just think of me like a gigantic computer game. Only instead of rotting your brain, I cure it in the most permanent way I can think of. Like an incinerator, to an innocent, helpless, suffering being. Oh. Wait. I apologize. I just remembered that no one does that. No one sane and compassionate.

And I honestly can't tell you if displaced from everything I remember and need qualifies as 'lost'. Maybe you could clear that up for me. I'm sure your young, scientific experience with baking soda volcanoes and crystal radios will be more than enough knowledge.

[She may be generalizing by only what she's seen, but what else is she really expected to turn to in doubt, stranded like this.

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[victoriantype]

[Victorian. Computers are a far off thing to be realized in her world. But Alice goes with it and gives a hesitant but understanding nod.]

A.. computer, then.. Is that your name? [But being asked for information, Alice clears her throat and then speaks again] This is a place called Ruby City, and time is different here. When people go home, it's like they've never left.

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[potatolament]

... [She'll stare. She would sigh heavily for dramatic effect if she had lungs.]

Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. G-L-a-D-O-S. GLaDOS. That would be my name. I'm not even going to begin to explain my functions. I'm somehow under the impressions it would just... fly over your miniscule head.

That's at least a comfort. I'll be able to pick up right where we left off, whenever it is they decide to send me back.

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[ergaleomancer]

[[Theta arrives at the station to welcome newbies, and blinks in surprise when she sees the machine that has taken over the train station.]]

Good day. ...You won't get very far threatening our captors. They're much more powerful than you or I.

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[potatolament]

[Who was she threatening now? The people who brought her here, she assumes.]

Are they immortal? Will they live forever? Because otherwise, I find them below my notice. Besides. Why would I bother. Trust me. There are more important, psychotic, murderous individuals that had my attention. But, she doesn't seem to be here anymore. I wonder how she's doing. Testing, without me. I'm sure she's found some other caring, innocent thing to destroy. We'll have so much catching up to do when I get back.

So. Is this the part where you introduce yourself, as if it's some terribly important process, when we're all marooned here, and I'm just going to be stuck here on a platform with irrelevant information, taking up space? Or can I actually expect information.

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[ergaleomancer]

They do seem to be immortal, yes. Furthermore, they have the power to bend space and time to their will. But if there's a troublemaker here, please, do let us know. We'll all work together to deal with them. However, if that person is from where you're from, it's unlikely they're here.

Yes, this is the part where I introduce myself, and you introduce yourself. It's not all that important, but it is helpful. My name is Elizabeθ Buckley, and I do actually have quite a bit of information. What is it you're wanting?

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[potatolament]

[She takes a moment, a whir of machinery, as if contemplating Theta. Then she speaks again.]

Genetic Lifeform and Disk Operating System. G-L-a-D-O-S. GLaDOS. A super computer designed by Aperture Science to de-ice fuel lines.

I want to know everything. Normally, I wold find it myself, but I'm only linked to basic functions and research, without any spread throughout this place to find out myself. I want to know where here is. I want to know who brought me here. I want to know everyone here, and I want to be sure to know how to deal with them. People are dangerous. People are stupid. I want to know which ones at least have the power to WORK WITH ME.