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 Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:21 am
Doc takes a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. "I have some very volitile computer equipment in here and have to keep parts clean," he explains, turning a corner. They arrive in a cleared area with a gurney-looking thing in the center. There is a human-shaped form covered with a white sheet in the center. "Yvette, as... pretty... as the dress is, you need to take it off and give me the chip."
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:24 am
Doc Albert Doc takes a deep breath, his patience wearing thin. "I have some very volitile computer equipment in here and have to keep parts clean," he explains, turning a corner. They arrive in a cleared area with a gurney-looking thing in the center. There is a human-shaped form covered with a white sheet in the center. "Yvette, as... pretty... as the dress is, you need to take it off and give me the chip."
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:36 am
 Doc sighs and takes the chip. He examines it for a moment. "No obvious dents or scratches, no missing transistors, and all in one peice. She'll be fine." He strides over to the gurney and pullls the sheet off. There is a little girl lying on the gurney. She has pale skin, curling, wild clouds of orange-red hair, and green eyes that stare blankly at the ceiling. She is dressed in a brown jumper over a green shirt, darker brown shoes, and green socks. Her arms are folded across her chest and clutching a ragdoll with black yarn hair and a blue body.
Doc props her into a sitting position and brushes the hair away from the back of her neck. He flips open a panel and slides the chip in - it is a tight fit between all the additional memory chips he added, hoping that Adoma could instil some form of intelligence into her parent - and replaces the panel. An inteligent gleam lights up behind Adoma's eyes. She looks up at the Doc and then across the room at Yvette.
"I don't like ping-pong the way you play it, Mom," she states quietly, sliding down off the table and walking hesitantly across the room.
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Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2006 11:51 am
Yvette hugged Peaseblossom gently looking her up and down, "You're even more beautiful than I would have thought Peaseblosom.. I'm sorry you don't like pingpong. I didn't know what else to do with you. We won't ever play it again okay."
Peaseblossom nodded hugging Yvette back slightly, "I would really love to not play ping pong again. This is Titania mom." She spoke softly and with a sweet voice, she held up her doll Titania to Yvette smiling a bit at her doll. She slowly let go of Yvette and held her doll again. "Maybe you can teach me to make her new outfits."
Yvette smiled happily you would have never expected her to be this calm around anyone let alone say a word with more than six letters, "That is a beautiful name Peaseblossom. I'd be more than happy to make her dresses and teach you how to make them. You want to go home now?"
Peaseblossom looked at Doc a bit scared to go off on her own with Yvette, but she quickly looked back at Yvette and nodded, "I don't have to stay in that gaudy pink room do I?"
Yvette looked confused as her and Peaseblossom walked out of the lab, "What gaudy pink room, we don't have a gaudy pink room in our house. The only pink room is mine, and it isn't gaudy."
Peaseblossom smiled a bit ,"I'm sorry mom I must be mixed up, but do I have my own room."
Yvette held the door open for Peaseblossom as they walked out heading home, "Yea you have a nice orangey room. I was inspired by how your hair would look."
Peaseblossom nodded walking with yvette looking at Titania smoothing out her dress.
They got home and Yvette showed Peaseblossom around most of the rooms still being unpacked or put together, but their rooms where complete and perfect.
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 12:51 pm
Kamira stared with interest at the lab for a good five minutes before she remembered why she was here. "Um, hello?" she called uncertainly. "I got a note saying to come here--something about the chip I bought? Gyan?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:37 pm
 Doc hurries out of the lab and brushes his hands on his lab coat. "You're here to pick him up, right?" He pauses, hoping he has his timeframe right. It wouldn't be the first time he's said something completely illogical. Pulling the chip out of his pocket, he confirms that that is indeed why she is there. He hands it to Kamira and smiles. "Take good care of him, and I regret that I can't update his body as soon as I'd like."
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 2:58 pm
Kamira carefully took it from the doctor, examining it she spoke. "That's fine," she said, though truthfully she would probably beginning feeling impatient to see his humanoid form soon enough. "It'll give me more of a chance to prepare, at least. Is there anything I should know, about taking care of him?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 3:46 pm
"Don't get him wet, don't let those two little tabs break, and don't use him to play ping pong and you should be fine!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 4:20 pm
"Okay then, that sounds--" Kamira stopped. "Ping Pong?" she repeated. "How would he even--never mind. I won't ask; so, if that's all...? He can hear me, right? Can he see?" Kamira asked, turning the chip gently around in her hands.
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 4:31 am
"To some extent," replies Doc. "It's not his strongest sense. But he does feel emotions, even if you can't understand them very well. I will tell you, though, that he is quite bookish by nature."
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Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 8:57 pm
Kamira beamed. "Bookish? That's perfect, then." With that revelation, she instantly felt closer to the chip, as she did with any bookworm she came across. "So, reading to him would probably do him so good. Does he already have books...programed into him or something, or does he have to read them first?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 10, 2006 6:48 pm
"He'll need to read them, but part of his basic programming is a thirst for knowledge. I have work to finish, so goodbye for now and I'll see you in a week." Doc turns and strides off.
OOC: Due to my absence, I don't mean a literal week.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:14 pm
Doc ruffled through the thick files on his desk, looking for the proper one. He was really considering color-coding the lab - this new child was the only female in the new batch and it would have been so much simpler to find her if he'd only made the files blue and pink. Or something silly like that.
At last finding the file and chip marked Swan, he tucked it under his arm and strode out into the hall to wait for the newest caretaker to arrive.
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Posted: Tue Aug 08, 2006 6:21 pm
Tama's ears flicked downward in annoyance. "Ugh...even with clear directions...I'm still directionally challenged!" She sighed, but the sound of the footsteps in the hallway earned the response of her ears flicking upward. "Nyaa?~"
She had received a phonecall only a day before notioning that some doctor wanted to speak with her about something. Heck, at first she thought one that the time when she had gotten drunk she had gotten someone pregnant and they were calling about the pregnancy!
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