Just some tentative voice testing over here.

[spectrophobia]

Okay, so let me get this straight.

You play my game for, I don't know, the billionth time? Decide to finally get up the nerve to try me out, but you're still intimidated because of all the other me's out there you think are awesome at "pulling me off"?

[Heather snorts, shaking her head in something that could only be described as total disbelief and a sarcastic 'I really just have all the luck, don't I?'.]

Listen. If you're too much of a wuss to suck it up and do your best, you're playing the wrong girl.

Comments

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

I'm sure they'll be fine, they're probably just a little nervous that's all.

Tell them not to send you anywhere dangerous though.

[That's probably impossible but he's your dad, he has to say things like that.]

[spectrophobia]

A little nervous? She's practically tripping over herself. [Then, a teasing smile.] She's almost as much of a worrier as you, Dad.

Hah, yeah. That's assuming she sends me anywhere at all and I don't just end up rotting in her headspace.

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

Well as long as she's worried about the right things.

[aka: your safety.]

Does she have any ideas so far?

[spectrophobia]

Considering all she's doing is blubbering about how she hopes she's "playing me right", I think we're fine for now.

[Yes, Dad, she gets the picture. She'll be careful! And maybe that stun gun will come in handy for once if her mun goes too far.]

Pretty sure she's just focused on having fun right now, which means I'm probably musebox and meme bound for a while. [She crosses her arms, making a playfully stern "Dad look".] And what about your mun?

[haveyouseenalittlegirl]

Well that's good. Maybe you'll meet some new people.

[That's his girl. And he has to smile at the look.]

I've been at a place called Route for a while now. You're there, and a young man named Henry is travelling with us as well.

It's much better then the first place I ended up in.

[No mun he will never forgive you for Mayfield.]

[thatwasapun]

[a lanky robot somewhere nearby waves a hand through the air, and then settles that skeletal hand on top of Heather's head.]

Nyehhhhhhhhh, they're a-a-always big scaredy-cats before they get the hang of us! Just give 'em some time, girly, they gotta get all their ducks in a row. So ta speak.

[spectrophobia]

[The fuck--? Heather's seen a lot of weird things, but this? Well... she's not sure what to make of this, and she doesn't waste any time sidestepping out from under the hand on her head until she figures it out either.]

You'd know better than anyone, I'm guessing.

[thatwasapun]

[he only dimly seems to notice; the hand hangs there in the air anyway.]

Heh-heh, ahhh, yeah, I-- wa-wait a second. [he frowns, propping a hand at his hip and turning those glowing, mismatched eyes of his on her.] Just what's that supposed ta mean?

[spectrophobia]

[Kiiinda creepy, dude. She can't help but smirk a little, though.]

Something tells me you're not all that human, and maybe not all that sane either.

[thatwasapun]

Well, o' course I ain't human all that human! 'Cause I ain't human at all! Silly human.

[he leans in slightly, as though it's some great secret, and he seems just a little bit gleeful.]

I'm... a robot! Pretty cool, huh?

[spectrophobia]

You don't say? [/all of the sarcasm.] Yeah, very cool, Tin Man.

...What kind of robot are you? Or is that top-secret information? [She's seen the Terminator movies and she's hoping you're not one of those killer ones.]

[thatwasapun]

For your information, I'm made outta co-co-co-copper! Mostly. And some other stuff. But mo-mostly copper!

I'm tha singin' musical kind! I ain't done nothin' top-secret in decades. Plus it's not all that top-secret anymore anyways, so I don't even kn-know if that counts anymore, a-heh.