those roboscorps, man

[mentaddled]

It is very difficult to access my UNSTOPPABLE ROBO-SCORPION ARMY! From here, anyway. Hmmm. Maybe I'm getting interference from some robo-spiders nearby. Although that would be ridiculous! Who'd want to invent robotic spiders? It'd be like making... robotic pies. Or robotic spies. Spy-pie? Where the spies are hiding inside the pie, yes.

You're going to have to step closer, there's either two or four of you over there. Unless everything went all out of focus again. Or I've had too few mentats today. [There is no such thing as too many, you see.] One or the other. Or both. All within the realm of possibility!

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[justnumbers]

[Face: meet palm.]

Too many Mentats, most definitely. [She's got a headache already.] Hello, Mobius.

[mentaddled]

Nonsense! There's no such thing as too many Mentats! [Told ya.]

Ah yes, hello there! You popped in for a visit? Walking's possible, of course, but popping is a much more scientific term. Especially with that transportalponderizer. [he's got a few too many syllables there, whoops.]

[halfterlife]

"Robo-scorpion army"? [ ooooookay... wow. he hasn't heard an idea this bad since pretty much anything Vlad has ever come up with. or maybe-- ] Uh, completely random question, but you don't have a "Technus" in your family tree anywhere, do you?

[mentaddled]

Oh, no, trees are very rare in Big MT [Mountain], and families, too. Rare as in virtually nonexistent, although you can't stop the Nightstalkers from getting their claws all over the everything. But that's not really my department, taxonomy and biology and all those -ologies.

do i see mst3k references in those icon names oh my god

[justnumbers]

Yes there is. [Go go Medicine skill? -Fuck, where's Arcade when you need him?]

I'm not too fond of the idea of walking to the Sink, honestly. But... it's more like you've "popped out" for a visit. Nice to see you, Doctor.

you do :3

[mentaddled]

If you used them all up, yes, then you'd have used too many. But you can always make more. Or find them. Or forget where you put them in the first place.

Have I? Well, that explains where all this white space came from. I was wondering about that!

... <3 <3 <3

[justnumbers]

That seems like too much work. Better to stockpile them, and only use them in emergencies. [Like when trying to talk down the Angriest Ex-Legate in Utah.]

[Okay, that makes Therese actually chuckle a bit.] It's a bit much to handle at first, I'll admit. But it's safe here.

[mentaddled]

I'll be on the look out for the emergence of any C's! That old high school's bound to be crawling with them, too.

What about there? Hmm, I'd better make sure I didn't leave any holes the way I came in. How did I come in, anyway?

...HAMMOND.

[justnumbers]

Not... what I meant, Mobius.

I'm not entirely sure. To be honest, it's more like- like teleporting in more than anything else. One moment there's nothing and then poof! We're here.

it seemed legit tbh

[mentaddled]

Oh well, I'm sure I'll think of what you said eventually.

So unpoofing is how you'd leave, I see! It's all so obvious once you've already figured things out. And all that nothing seemed like quiet a lot of somethings at the time.

it's perfect honestly <:

[justnumbers]

Uhm... sure.

[That headache is just getting worse.] So there's no need to worry, really. Just be prepared to see some really... well, odd stuff out here.

[mentaddled]

Is there a shortage of evens I should know about?

[justnumbers]

[Automatically:] Legion soldiers. Zombies. Giant robots. Aliens. Alternate versions of me. You get the idea.

[mentaddled]

Would these robots be scorpion shaped? Oooh! And how'd they figure out the giganticizing? Mine kept going explodey if they got too big until I came up with some kind of solution. Where did it go... Ah, well, it'll turn up eventually.

[capcious]

"Who'd want to invent robotic spiders"... [Zeta repeats slowly, eyebrows inching up her forehead.] You ask that, but who'd want to invent robotic scorpions?

[mentaddled]

I must've had a very good raisin for it. Besides wanting to because I wanted to. Did I? Well! In any case, my roboscorpions are here now and they're not going anywhere any time soon. Except when I order them around. And they get lost sometimes, too. Fall in the cracks somewhere around one of those labs that doesn't exist and can't get back up. Oh! There's the little explosion that happens when they get destroyed, too. Lots of moving around happening there.

[capcious]

[... oooo...kayyyy...]

So you've rigged the things to self-destruct, too. [That, at least Zeta can understand. She's designed quite a few things to do that herself. Prevents CIA enemies from taking hold of Gallifreyan tech, and all that. But, it begs the question,] What do you even use them for?

[mentaddled]

Many, many things! Mostly using their blasters to do them, too! They defend my secret lair nestled deep inside the most forbidden parts of THE FORBIDDEN ZONE. And they can steal intelligence with their pincers, ooh, watch out! Although I think I might've made that up? Not really sure why. I make up a lot of things. That's part of being a Scientist.

[capcious]

[Zeta's eyebrows have now reached their upper limits. Someone is very clearly cuckoo for cocoa puffs over here.]

No, it isn't. Well, I suppose it is to some degree, but not in the way you seem to mean.

[mentaddled]

Do you prefer Kelvin or Celsius?

[capcious]

[This is Zeta, slowly lowering her head into her hands.]

[mentaddled]

Eh?? Hello? Are you still there? You're going to have to stand up a bit, my left viewscreen hasn't been working since... whenever it last worked.

[capcious]

Unfortunately so.

[But, fortunately, she now has something else she can latch on to. And hopefully it'll be enough to distract her from this person's...

... them-ness.]

Do you know what's wrong with your viewscreen?

[mentaddled]

I think the Mentats tube got mixed up with the biogel one. And the screen's busted, too. Not sure how that happened. Might've been the Psycho, sometimes you need to pound something to get the right effects and I think I might've pounded it with the screen, since I don't have any hands. I sure miss them sometimes, hands. And grabbing things. Although if I welded some pincers onto this thing, I could.

[capcious]

[A deep, put-upon sigh.]

I can fix it. Normally, I'd bitch about supplies about now, but out here, the point's moot. [She can have whatever parts she wants. It's one of the few good things about this place.] Could probably bother with the pincers, while I'm at it. Although, if you're wanting them to sap intelligence, if that's really a thing, then you're going to have to share your blueprints.