smash_logs | [OPEN] Hey look out for that moving van

Entry tags:

[OPEN] Hey look out for that moving van

Who: Ema Skye and YOU
What: She's new, come pick on her.
Where: Outside, around campus
When: March 9th
Warnings: None

Ema had begged the detective who was supposed to take her to the airport not to tell her sister that she was coming here instead. Lana had enough on her mind, what with the sentencing hearing in a few days and the loss of her job, to worry about Ema's new choice of high school. Sure, it'd come up eventually, but it was a topic that could wait for a little while.

She gave the detective a little wave as he drove off, then started to lug her suitcase across campus. She looked back and forth like she was watching tennis, taking it all in. It was a lot different from Capcom High (what was with the big clock tower, anyway?).

Well, now was not the time to get nervous or discouraged! She chose this path, now she has to walk it. Like Mr. Edgeworth! Only maybe with fewer forgery accusations and a less tacky office.

With newfound resolve, Ema steels herself and continues walking across campus, unafraid of the challenges ahead!

Only... she has no idea where to go.

She waves down the first person she sees. "Um, excuse me?"

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Had enough of robots, Ema? I didn't think so. Because here came an odd looking robotic operating buddy, here to be your buddy in operating.

"Hello. Query: do you require assistance?"

She will never have enough robots, especially operating buddies.

Ema seems surprised to be approached by this one - robots are still a pretty new thing to her! But she's curious, and it seems friendly!

"Um, I do! I'm new here, and I'm not sure where to go."

"Perhaps I can assist you," he offered helpfully. "Query: Where do you wish to go? I can escort you."

"Oh, thank you!"

She nods her head in appreciation, then looks around the campus, giving it some thought.

"I'm not sure. I guess I just need someone to show me around. Maybe... where the cafeteria is?"

This is a super important question.

"I can direct you to the cafeteria," he offered. "Please follow me," the robot added, hovering up and starting off in the direction he indicated.

It can hover! How cool is that!?

Ema eagerly follows the robot, looking around as they walk and float.

"So, what's your name? I don't want to call you "robot"..."

~~"In Japan, my name IS Robot."~~

R.O.B.'s head turned to look at her as he led the way. "My designation is Robotic Operating Buddy, however I am more commonly referred to as R.O.B. I am pleased to meet you."

"Rob? That seems easy enough!"

It's like it's short for "robot." She can remember that.

"Are there many robots here? Or are you the only one."

"Affirmative. There are several robots attending and working at this facility," he explained as they entered the main building. "However, I am unique in my construction and programming. The other robots are very different."

He turned his head to face her. "Query: What is your name?"

"I'm Ema Skye, a scientific investigator!" A pause. "And a student. I'm here to attend the eleventh grade."

She tilts her head, wondering what he meant by "very different." How many different kinds of robots are there?

"How are you unique, Rob?"

"I am unique in the sense that I am the only robot of my make and model at this facility," he explained. "As for my programming, I consider my personality unique, as humans would consider themselves unique compared to their fellow humans."

"Query: What is a scientific investigator?"

That makes sense. Ema nods along, then lights up at the chance to describe her own interests.

"A scientific investigator investigates crimes scientifically! You know, checking for blood smears, footprints, finger prints, stuff like that. That way the prosecutor has solid evidence to use in court."

"Query: You are affiliated with the police?" he asked curiously. R.O.B. was all for science and logic, after all. And this description intrigued him.

"Not officially, yet." She smiles brightly. "But give me three years, and I'll be there, no problem."

"Then I wish you good fortune in your chosen career path," the robot answered.

"Query: You are not a member of the police, yet you participate in official investigations?"

"Yep!"

A pause. That's not entirely truthful.

"Well, just one. So far."

And it wasn't really "official"...

"So your service is not in an official capacity," he reasoned out. "Nevertheless, I would be intrigued to learn about your techniques," he added. "They sound fascinating."

An invite to talk about science!? She will accept, sir!

"Of course! I'll teach you anything you want to know, Rob! You've come to the right place."

"Thank you for your hospitality," he replied. "I wish to understand the fundamentals of scientific investigation, and then an explanation of the principles involved, as well as recent advances in modern forensics," he began to rattle off.

When R.O.B. was curious about something, he went all in.

He wants to know a lot! Luckily Ema is nothing short of ecstatic to explain.

"Well, obviously, the goal is to learn all you can about a crime, so you know who committed it. The techniques I've used are finding fingerprints, and finding blood splatters. I use luminol for the blood splatters, you spray it from a bottle..."

She'll babble on about it for awhile as they walk, until they get to the cafeteria. "...of course, fingerprints are useless if you don't have a match on file, and... oh, is this it?"

An ordinary person would probably have started tuning her out and ignoring her rambling. R.O.B. was not an ordinary person. He soaked up information like a sponge, his boundless curiosity being satisfied by her explanation of her craft.

"Affirmative, we have arrived at the cafeteria," he answered. "To procure sustenance, please speak to the large bear with the cybernetic implants behind the counter. His name is Nancy."

"The large what!?" Ema repeats, looking where R.O.B is indicating. Sure enough, there is what appears to be a huge bear there. Ema scoots back a little.

"Um... he doesn't eat people, does he?"

"To my knowledge, Nancy has never eaten any students or faculty," R.O.B. helpfully explained. "Contrary to appearances, he is quite mild mannered."

"Oh. That's good."

She still eyes the bear a bit nervously. Who employs a bear to work at a school, anyway?

To demonstrate that Nancy was of no harm, R.O.B. hovered up to the bear, leading the way for Ema. "Hello," he said. Nancy responded with a grunt and a nod. Even if R.O.B. didn't need food, the Ursaring still recognized him. "My new acquaintance requires sustenance." He turned to Ema. "Query: What would you like to imbibe?"

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject