New Species Event - Mass Interaction Log

[lucetimods]

Who: Anyone!
What: All in here
When: Today, Tomorrow, Until April 2nd
Where: Anywhere in Luceti!
Summary: People in Luceti wake up as something they weren't before. An elf, a gremlin, a vulcan, or perhaps a mermaid? Try living in someone else's shoes... if they can even wear those.
Rating: Not recommended for those with weak constitutions, raging hormones, shipping goggles, or people just too cool and attractive for this kind of thing.

No need for LJ Cut! Mass action style stuff all around town. You can use this if you don't want to make a post. Or you can make a post anyway. Have at!

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[all7seas]

[Jack tries to smooth this over. It is probably the only use he is, here.]

Buffy! Have you met Spike's......servant....Donatello? He is a highly intelligent turtle-man what is carrying out Spike's explicit orders to service you.

...

Not in that way, though. Might he plug his whatsit into your thingmajig?

[i_speak_softly]

[... Okay, that was actually pretty good. Don just smiles and nods.]

1/2

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Oh.

[ apparently, this is pretty much all the reassurance this poor robot needs. but she can't plug herself in. she shoulders past the turtle and the pirate and heads towards the dining room table. she takes a seat. ]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ the buffybot begins by methodically removing her jacket one sleeve at a time and folding the jacket neatly onto the table top. then, propped up on one arm, she leans forward and reaches around to her back -- lifting her shirt, she reveals a panel of fake-robo-skin that peels back.

lots of metal and wires and interesting little ports to be found. or be horrified at. ]

[all7seas]

[Yup. Horrified, over here. Don?]

[i_speak_softly]

[Intrigued! Don leans over, inspects his options, and plugs his cable into one of the ports.]

So - [- he says, as his computer establishes the connection and he begins working his way into Buffy's codebase.] What, um, 'service', can I do for you?

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ the bot, slumped forward, isn't answering. hers is not to reason why and a lead plugged into the panel is usually accompanied by some form of stand-by. ]

[all7seas]

Scrub her of the Spike-ish programming, mate. [Jack helpfully supplies this answer; then, realizing that Don might not quite "get" that, he continues:] She thinks she's HIS, mate, to do whatever he requires. A slave, savvy?

[Slavery; a nightmarish state to be in.]

[i_speak_softly]

If she's the Slave machine, where's the Master?

[It's mostly an idle question; Don doesn't expect Jack to know what he's talking about. He'll figure it out himself, anyway, as he scans through the code. He'll take some time to study the entire program before starting to rewrite anything.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ blank-facing. more like a mannequin or a doll than a woman. the lip-gloss is just a little bit too glossy. ]

[all7seas]

It's my hope he's hangin' up by his toenails from a very tall tree, but all evidence points to the fact that he's been sent back home, turtle.

Lucky us.

[Jack waves a hand in front of that blank face. This is horrible. It is almost like looking at Buffy dead, and he is getting increasingly jumpy at that image.]

[i_speak_softly]

Aha. [A simple statement to himself. He grasps the logic now, and sets to work removing the sections that control the overall behavior of the program, while leaving the functional segments alone. In a few minutes he says:]

I'm recompiling now. This may trigger a reboot...

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ sure enough, the buffybot's eyes shut. like sleep. there are no sounds -- no whirs or clicks or obvious noises of machinery. she'll boot back in a moment. ]

[all7seas]

Triggering? [There is a warning tone in Jack's voice; he wants to trust Donatello with this but the whole thing is making him very nervous.]

[i_speak_softly]

Just wait. [And he will do exactly that, while the Buffybot goes through its start-up system checks.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

[ a twitch. after a moment, her eyes open -- suddenly, abruptly. ]

Willow? [ or at least, she assumes. ]

/gah dropped the ball sorry!

[all7seas]

No! No, not Willow, darling. Jack. Jack and Donatello, what is helping to scrub you out.

...Are you in there?

[i_speak_softly]

[Don keeps one eye on Buffy and one on his laptop, which is showing its own diagnostics of the bot's system. All looks well on the CPU level, but he'll wait to see how the program reacts.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Jack and...Donatello?

[ she twists in her seat, straining the cords. ] Hello, again. [ at least she's not asking for spike anymore. ]

[all7seas]

[Well at least she's not asking after that buggering Spike anymore!]

[When Jack addresses Donatello again, his tone is very tentative.]

You think she's alright, turtle? Can we bring her back?

[i_speak_softly]

[Something still doesn't seem quite right. Don taps a few keys, trying to see what part of the program is still causing problems.]

Working on it...

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Today's a big day.

[ slightly...dreamy, perhaps? some old piece of programming has been tripped. ] I should make sandwiches.

[all7seas]

A "big day," Buffy?

[i_speak_softly]

I think I commented out too many lines. [He'll work on restoring the ones that give the program its sense of purpose.]

[roboslaying.livejournal.com]

Dawn's school -- all the parents are going and the guardians and I have to be Buffy.

[ she is so happy to tell you both about this. ]