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[testgasm]

Who: Wheatley, Pit, and then YOU
What: Bunkerventures and then Robodyventures.
When: Bunkerventures on the 21st. Robodyventures at days and times after that.
Where: First the bunkers. Then. Wherever you want to be.
Warnings: Property damage

This is a log in two parts. The below threads REVEAL ALL.

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FOR PIT - THE BUNKERS

[testgasm]

Wheatley was very excited about this--in fact, he was so surprised that none of this had occurred to him before! GLaDOS had inhabited the bunkers before her UNTIMELY DEMISE. Surely she hadn't cleaned up. There was bound to be all sorts of Aperture technology just lying around!

He could not, in good conscience, let his curiosity go unfulfilled.

And he'd found someone who knew the place, even! All he had to do was glide back and forth on the rail at the library's entrance at the appointed meeting time, waiting for his helpful helper to come ADVENTURE.

BUNKERS

[raw_angel_power]

His helpful helper opened the door to the library. There was a spherical robot with a glowy optical sliding around on the management rail with restless fervor. It almost seemed like Wheatley was bored.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," Pit apologized as though he'd spent too much time getting ready. "You're ready to go, huh?"

[testgasm]

"Oh, not to worry. Had plenty to keep me occupied. All these--all these books."

All those books that he couldn't pull off the shelf. Because he had no hands.

"Shall we go, then? I don't--I don't actually know where the entrance is, so you might have to--to lead the way."

[raw_angel_power]

"Don't you need to come down from that bar first?" asked Pit, eyes following the long circuit of rail Wheatley was attached to.

[testgasm]

"Right! Yes."

He did, however, seem a little unsure of this.

"How good are you at catching?"

[raw_angel_power]

"Oh, I can catch!" At first, he seemed perplexed about the question, but the realized why he was asking a second later. He moved in beneath Wheatley and stretched out his arms. "Wanna count to three or something?"

[testgasm]

"Count of three, then. I'm going to pop off my rail, and you're going to catch me."

Wheatley sort of had a complex about this--he knew that detaching from the rail wasn't going to kill him, but he didn't quite fancy busting himself up on the floor. "Promise, okay? Because I haven't had good luck with this in the past."

Despite that, however, he scooted backwards a little, preparing to launch himself.

"One...two...three! Catch me catch me catch me catch me--!"

[raw_angel_power]

Pit wasn't expecting him to launch like that, so he needed to race over to the spot Wheatley's trajectory was going to land him if he wanted to catch him. He stumbled backwards and twisted around to grab the core, but instead, lost his footing and tumbled forward.

"Whoaaaa no!"

Shoot! He failed to catch him! And he said he would and everything... But then he felt something thud against his back.

Okay, maybe he did catch him. Just... not with his arms. "Ow..."

[testgasm]

"Ow!"

He rolled onto the floor with a clunk, destined to never be caught properly. Wheatley didn't seem to broken up about it, however, blinking his shutters a few times and appearing to shake it off.

"Well, it was--good effort. Go on and pick me up, then."

[raw_angel_power]

The angel groaned, disgruntled with both himself and Wheatley's unexpected launch which was TOTALLY UNFAIR, not to mention the shooting pain that would take a bit to wear down. But he decided to just leave his complaints at that and push himself up to scoop Wheatley into his arms before standing.

"Hey, you feel a lot lighter than you did when you fell on my back, that's for sure," he remarked. lifting him up and down a few times like a snow globe.

[testgasm]

"Okay, okay, that's enough. Careful, I'm not--not a toy."

But he seemed satisfied enough, at least. "On we go!"

[pitticus]

The pair of intrepid adventurers left the library behind to more promising pastures. He crossed campus and entered the dormitory building. Once inside stepped over to the middle of the floor and halted there, eyeballing the floor beneath his feet. He began to kick at the edges of each tile until he felt something budge in the slightest way.

"It's right here," he said on a wispy breath, remembering the time Falcon appeared from the floor, decades ago in his memory. "I'm gonna set you down real quick." He gently placed the core on top of the adjacent tile and began to work his fingers at the one he'd been nudging with his toes to pry it away from the floor all together.

OPEN TO ALL - EVERYWHERE YOU WANT TO BE

[testgasm]

Wheatley did it, guys.

He found a thing.

He was currently getting acclimated to said thing. Though he'd spent some time with legs before, this body was a different shape and size and, as it turned out, a completely different animal. It was going to take some practice, but that was okay. He had time. He had the entire campus at his disposal. No more rails.

Everything was perfect and so much better than he ever could have dreamed. Mobility! Independence without squishy human inconveniences! Tripping over himself and clomping around campus with no regard for things he might knock over!

Exciting!!

[kuragekasa]

Well, that was.

That was a thing, to put it briefly.

Normally, Clear kept his face well-hidden beneath the confines of his gas mask, but with a very robotic presence heading his way at a decidedly intense pace, he decided that it surely wouldn't be too bad to just... take it off now. They're like-minded beings, so it had to be okay.

Slowly, but surely, he removed the gas mask from his face, watching curiously as the fellow artificial man just... stomped around campus without a care.

Exciting! (?)

[testgasm]

Very exciting!! With extra exclamation points!!!

Wheatley seemed a little too preoccupied to notice Clear's approach, trying to steady himself on gangly metal legs. All he'd seemed to have accomplished was a sort of splayed-type position, with his arms braced against both sides of the wall. Once he'd steadied himself (and it was good that this body had long fall feet, which meant he was physically incapable of landing on anything but), he looked up to see that he wasn't alone.

"Oh, uh. Hello. Sorry, sort of--sort of taking up the whole hallway, here."

[explosion_day]

Rick came.

He saw.

He burst out into uncontrollable laughter, high above on his management rail.

[testgasm]

"I don't--I don't know why you're laughing," he growled, bracing himself against the wall. "I'm the one who's got--who's got legs now."

With a concentrated effort, he pointed.

He pointed at Rick.

"And hands, too, so there."

[explosion_day]

Hold on he's still laughing, he needs to compose himself.

"You look stupider than a copier machine mashed together with industrial grade lead piping. What in the world happened to you?"

[testgasm]

No shut up you shut your not-face.

"For your information, I found this in the bunkers with the rest of the stuff She left."

Wheatley was pretty sure that invoking Her name might get Rick's attention.

[explosion_day]

Of course it would. Female andor explosion pronouns and all.

"You found that thing? Why would she ever leave somethin' like that for you and not for someone like me?"

[testgasm]

"Probably because she hates you."

Wheatley, of course, had no idea if that was the case, but it sounded about right and he wouldn't put it past her, so he was going to roll with it.

"Anyway, it was just there. I figured it'd be a shame if no one used it."

[explosion_day]

"Yeah if flappin' your joints around counts as using it." Rick rolled around in his casing in a veritable eye roll.

"Tell you what, why don't you let me pop in that sucker and show you how to really operate it."

[testgasm]

"Yeah, no."

It had, of course, occurred to him that this was compatible with all cores, which meant he could not let Rick have it under any circumstances.

"I saw how you handled Eggman's walker...thing, I'm not--I'm not handing this over to you."

[explosion_day]

"How about you try and stop me first."

Rick did the dumb thing and launched himself off his management rail at Wheatley. First class face-flying.

[testgasm]

Rick's aim proved true and smacked Wheatley right in the sphere-head, causing them both to fall to the ground with a clunk.

"Ow!"

Wheatley clutched at his eye-face (he could do that, now). "Can you--can you just not! For once in your life??"