[OPEN] Hey look out for that moving van

[atmyage]

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?"

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[operatingbuddy]

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?"

[atmyage]

"Oh! Um... I would be fine with just a sandwich. And maybe some tea?"

Mmm, tea.

She's still being careful to stay a little being R.O.B., just in case.

[operatingbuddy]

"Affirmative." He turned back to Nancy. "One sandwich and one tea, please."

Nancy nodded, setting to work, and soon R.O.B. was presented a tray of lunch for the junior CSI. He thanked Nancy, taking the tray and hovering to Ema, offering it to her.

[atmyage]

Wow, Nancy's actually pretty great! She gives a thank you to him as well before taking the tray and walking to the table.

"Didn't you want anything?" Wait... "Oh. I guess robots don't eat, huh?"

[operatingbuddy]

"Affirmative," R.O.B. replied. "I do not require nourishment. However I am not averse to social interactions of this manner."

[atmyage]

"Man, I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't eat," she muses around a bite of sandwich. "Then I could never taste snacks!"

[operatingbuddy]

"Perhaps, although it is difficult to miss a sensory experience one has not known since creation," the robot reasoned.

[atmyage]

"I guess so." She shrugs. "Maybe you're just better off not knowing!"

[operatingbuddy]

"Perhaps so. Although I am curious about the nature of the sensation," he replied. "As difficult as that may be."

[atmyage]

"I bet you would be, with all these people eating around you! But at least you don't get stomachaches or anything."

Stomachaches are among the worst things about being a human.

[operatingbuddy]

"I understand it is a most unpleasant experience," he replied. "However I would not be averse to experiencing it, if only once, for the sake of the experience."

[atmyage]

"Mm, I bet." She thinks about it. "Maybe one day, someone can build you a fake stomach!"

[operatingbuddy]

R.O.B. cocked his head.

"I am... having difficulty conceptualizing such an apparatus."

[atmyage]

She shrugs. "Why? It's a big sac with digestive juice in it."

She thinks it over for a moment. "But I guess the taste bud part would be hard, huh?"

[operatingbuddy]

"Agreed," R.O.B. answered. "It would defeat the purpose of eating to be unable to taste food."

[atmyage]

"Yeah, and what's the fun in that?"

She finishes up her sandwich and takes a sip of tea.

"Maybe a fake tongue, then. Then you wouldn't even have to eat the food, you could just lick it!"

[operatingbuddy]

"That would be sufficient for my needs," he replied. "Although quite unsanitary."

[atmyage]

"It can be cleaned! See, no problem!"

She sounds way too enthusiastic about this idea. Run, R.O.B.

[operatingbuddy]

"Query: Do you refer to the hypothetical artificial tongue, or the hypothetical food?"

[atmyage]

"Um... all of it?"

The tongue has to be cleaned, the food has to be cleaned off... it works either way.

[operatingbuddy]

"That would be important," he suggested. "More research into this field is required."

[atmyage]

"I'm sure you'll figure it out! And if you can't, I bet someone will help you!" Not her, though, she's not a biologist.

[operatingbuddy]

"Query: Do you require any further assistance?"

[atmyage]

"No, I think I'm good. Thanks for all your help, Rob!"

[operatingbuddy]

"You are most welcome."