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 Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:37 pm
Well, if that's all.. She murmured hesitantly to Christof, before turning back to Jericho and running her fingers through his hair to get the goop out of it. He looked clean enough, and she dropped the now soaked piece of shirt into the trash, and got back to work.
Just some cuts. I'll live, as long as none of this .. ah .. stuff, gets into it. Now, let's get back to work. Sadly, I don't think the bot is going to have the chance to save us from as much of the cleaning as I had previously hoped, so we should not dawdle.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:41 pm
Once Riley finished cleaning him up for the time being, Jericho nodded before sulking back over to his sink to get back to work. When they got out of this, he was seriously going to need to take a shower or bath or something. Quite frankly, he felt a little humiliated, being covered in mystery bathroom-slime.
he asked the mindflayer unhappily while scrubbing away at the basin with less oomph than he did earlier on. He just.. made sure the robot and Christof weren't coming near him lest he ended up falling into the slime again.
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Posted: Tue Sep 27, 2011 11:46 pm
No, no, I can fix it! Christof pressed frantically. No second chances with Riley. The disappointment in her voice said it all. If it's not done right the first time, you lose. But... but she had made exceptions before... please, robot, please just behave for a little while and then he'll... set it free or something. Or dismantle it piece by piece in a vengeful rage.
Humming nervously to himself, if only to try to drown out his own embarrassed thoughts, he worked quickly to pound some sense into the thing, and before long, it begrudgingly began spinning it's scrub brushes once again, as though the muck was nothing more than chocolate sauce to be consumed greedily. Something must have inspired it, anyway. Beaming, but still looking harassed and worried, he glanced to Riley to see if she was watching.
He sagged a bit. She was still cuddling the Dragon.
The Dragon he apparently had given a face full of grime.
Sighing, he fished out the controller again, crouching back in the muck to keep an eye on the creation to make sure it didn't step out of line again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:10 am
Not long. Riley murmured. In fact, it seemed like their time was almost up. Still, she got back to cleaning, but her eyes were on the robot warily.
I believe you, Christof. She murmured carefully, hacking away at the walls while she watched the robot. Perhaps when we leave, we can leave it here to continue cleaning in our absence? Our time here is almost finished, but it couldn't help to have the place looking as good as possible.
Her hand reached out to grab a towel, and she scrubbed down the wall she'd chipped away at, until she finally, *finally* saw the actual wall underneath.
It was ivory. Who knew?
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Posted: Wed Sep 28, 2011 12:16 am
Hearing that they were almost done for the day, Jericho felt a great sense of relief. He could not wait to be able to leave this wretched place. It was about then that he was able to get a small spec of the true basin underneath all the grime.
Letting out a breath, he felt some sense of accomplishment there.
It lasted for maybe... five seconds.
Because then, some goo dripped back down over his clean patch.
Frowning at this, the dragon just let out a huff before throwing his towel into his bucket.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 12:43 am
Christof, though, seemed determined, despite their sentence being up, it would seem. I will fix it, I will fix it and Mistress will be proud again... over and over was his internal mantra as he crouched in the much, desperately fiddling with the contraption that seemed to be growing more and more annoyed with him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 1:40 am
Riley put her hand on Christof's shoulder, squeezing it gently.
Come on, Christof. Let's leave this place now, before the smell settles in and never leaves us.
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Posted: Thu Sep 29, 2011 4:19 pm
But... but I can fix it... Christof began to insist, looking on the verge of tears when his master plan had gone awry.
Ultimately, though, he sighed, giving the machine a shove into the much, Fine, robot. Be free. Go.... run around in your filth.
Wobbling and still looking disgusting and deflated, he wobbled to his feet, Yes, Mistress.
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