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Zazzy inserted a quick glare on his face, which was at this point directed at Cwen. Clearly he despised politics and politicians, though, the Hazard family was a good source of income for him, so, he kept that glare to a minimum.

Shortly after this, his PDA started ringing loudly while saying "LOCKDOWN INITIATED." over and over, each time it rang. This would be because his PDA was hijacking his computer, which was at the Admin HQ. His PDA was ringing so loudly that everyone in the cafe could hear it. He quickly retrieved his PDA and clicked the "Ignore" button, a vastly shocked expression on his ********!" he screamed, "How could A HQ be locked down? The only thing that can do that is Warlock." he would then quickly look up at Cwen, Maxwell and Angelina and say "'Scuse me, but, I have to go." His expression changed when he looked at Angelina. The expression was that of an apologetic look. He then quickly grabbed his trench coat and ashed out of the cafe, hitched a ride on one of the cafe's TP's, got off about fifteen minutes away from Admin HQ, and started running briskly towards it. All the while, he was giving Per a command to go to A HQ and try and open one of the doors.

After about ten minutes of at his brisk pace, Zazzy finally reached A HQ to find that Per had one of the doors partially open, but only enough for a sword or stick to fit underneath it. He quickly told Per to leave it and move out of the way as he brandished "Hon'nou" (本能 Instinct). Holding Hon'nou out in front of him at a diagonal angle with the hilt parallel to his abdomen, Zazzy would close his eyes and exhale slowly. Shortly afterward, his hands, arms and sword would appear to have vanished as he jerked to the right, then down, the to the left, then up. Afterward, a large 8x6 opening in the door, which happened to be 12x14, would appear as a slat of that same size (8x6) fell inward. He would also appeared to have sheathed his sword during the action of the opening appearing.

As Maxwell softly clanked his glass against Cwen's own glass, he overheard the random comment made from one of the cafe patrons. Cwen responded to the sudden comment by losing her smile, and Maxwell responded as well by raising an eyebrow. The godfather recognized that the voice belonged to Zazzy whom the Hale family contacted for bot repairs every now and then. Maxwell was about to respond with a comment of his own, but loud beeping noises kept him from thinking straight. Soon, Zazzy was complaining loudly about what sounded like Admin issues, and quickly left the scene.

Maxwell turned around just in time to see Zazzy leave the balcony. "Do you know who that was?" he questioned to Cwen. "That was a talented man by the name of Zazzy. What he said earlier was an unnecessary comment, but at least he's very good at repairing things like bots and such. You may have heard of him, or even dealt with him in the past if you've ever had a broken bot or two." He took a quick sip of his whiskey. "I'm sure someone like him will be of great help to all these problems as of late," the mobster commented before lowering his head and narrowing his eyes as if thinking about something. Because these problems are bad for business. He sighed and looked at Cwen once again. "Well, what's on your itinerary for today?"

Just as Elliot exited her office, something tall and red-headed smashed into her and she staggered backwards, fuming. Of course, it was none other than Armand Orion Parr, Admin and prankster extraordinaire. His bright, loud voice crashed into her ears, adding to the cacophony of the alarms. Scowling, Elliot crossed her arms and glared at Armand, noting how his red hair seemed to glow with some inner fire. Some inner, demon-fed fire... she thought sourly. It wasn't that Elliot hated him, no, not at all, but today was not turning out to be a good day for her, and the way he always acted so damn innocent after pranking her really got on her nerves.

"Well, where else would I be, Armand?" she sighed, losing her fierce demeanor. The alarms blaring in the background were sapping her anger away, and her concern overcame her annoyance. "You're not hurt, are you? Please tell me you had nothing to do with..." Elliot trailed off as she finally noticed the... thing standing behind Armand. It was Elliot, or so it seemed. The real Elliot looked closer and realized she was staring at a robot, who was smiling eerily at her.

"Coffee?" robot-Elliot asked brightly, holding out the tray of steaming coffee cups and a pile of food. The real Elliot blinked in confusion before slowly turning her eyes toward the redhead in front of her.

"Really, Armand?" Elliot nearly wailed. This robot Elliot was all cool and calm and collected, everything the real Elliot wanted to be, and Armand knew it would needle her. Snatching a cup of coffee from the robot, she sulked and nursed the hot liquid before battering Armand with words again. "Honestly, you send me electric lint, send me in the wrong direction, rearrange my entire office, set off the alarms, and now this?!" Elliot began to wave the cup of coffee around, not noticing the perilously hot liquid slap against the sides of the cup in a threatening manner. "Whatever mess you've made that started this--" here she waved wildly at the red emergency lights and blaring alarms "--you've got to clean up, because I refuse to!"

Robot Elliot smiled condescendingly and tilted her head in a very Elliot-like fashion. "Please, madam, your coffee will spill if you don't calm down." Real Elliot stilled and stared at the robot before turning accusing eyes on Armand.

Jack Vegas Work Droid - R.C. #D-110
Break? I think not!


The door closed loudly behind Jack as he left from his last job of the day. Technically his shift was over, but that never really stopped him from getting emergency jobs as he was still on call.
"Ahh, I feel like a night out... Go see some of the others at that voltage bar we found last month." He thought walking back to headquarters.
"Urgent notice, all free workers report to the white sector, major malfunction in effect. Cause unknown, effect unknown." Jack stopped in his tracks and stared at the ground, the dust of the streets swirled lightly in the wind around his feet.
"You have got to be ******** kidding me!" He shouted raising his head to the sky, this was twice today he had been sent 'urgent notices' and Jack had already canceled two jobs because of them. and if this was serious, he might have to work on it through the night with the rest of the team. He sighed, well if you could call it a sigh, Jack didn't actually breathe...
He looked sideways to see another R.C. Droid, someone he actually knew. The Droid was Lizzy, female personality and a slightly different design from his, well every Droid is designed different depending on the specs but that was not the point.
"Hey Lizzy, get the message too?" He said towards the Droid wearing old shorts and a pink vest top.
"Yup... Cannot be bothered! I was actually about to go for an acid clean but no... Bloody work" She said with a rather annoyed tone. Jack let out another 'sigh' and walked with her to the nearest TP for the White Sector.

Orange eye twitching, Elliot resisted the impulse to dump the piping hot coffee on Armand's head. After all, that'd hardly be professional... Not that this idiot knew anything about the word. She silently savored the slight wince Armand gave when he sipped the hot drink, though she wasn't really one to take pleasure in other people's pain. Just Armand's. On days like this.

Elliot eyed the pile of food, wondering how Armand expected her to eat now, of all times. The alarms were blaring, the red lights were pulsating, and there were sounds of confusion up and down the hall as the other Admins and workers wandered around, searching for the cause of the lockdown. She had the feeling she and Armand should be doing that as well, but her boss looked to be enjoying himself too much to participate. Besides, he reveled in chaos and unorderliness, so there was no way he'd help. Besides, if Elliot didn't know any better, she'd have said he was the one who caused this.

"I don't need a break," Elliot argued, placing her now-empty cup back on the tray. She gave ElliotX an uneasy glare, which prompted another bright smile, before turning back to Armand, wincing as he patted her on the head. She wasn't a child, dammit! He was being way too nonchalant about this. "I had only just finished rearranging my office and reading ONE report when this all happened!" At Armand's little crack about ElliotX, however, Elliot almost lost it. "That's not Elliot!" she snapped. "I'm Elliot, and I'm calm, cool, and collected, and she's the one who needs to follow my example!" Blinking, Elliot realized she was being very backwards about this, but didn't care. "Anyway, I--"

Elliot broke off, listening. Beneath the cacophony of the alarms, she could distinctly hear someone on a megaphone, shouting. Without another thought, Elliot clamped her hand around Armand's forearm, pulling him in the direction of the megaphone. Finally, someone was trying to gain some control around here.

"Anyway," she continued as she walked, ignoring the robot walking gracefully and happily after them. "I'm pretty sure this is a bit more than Warlock just being temperamental, like me." She flashed him a look, childishly sticking her tongue out. "And I'm not temperamental. Just... prone to rapidly changing moods..." Of course, Elliot realized she had just given a definition for the word temperamental, but that was beside the point.

Angelina ran across the white sector until she came in step with Aubia. She was a backup mechanic with the Warlock, she was told to come in emergancies. Well, it's locking down. Is that enough? She yelled over the blaring sirens.
"What's happening, Aubia!?" she said, hoping that she could hear her.
Her shoes were off from when she was running. 'Man, this woman has a quick step,' she thought as she jogged, trying to keep up.

The red headed scientist had still been completely ignoring the actions of the other Admins running about in confusion and trying to make sense of the situation. Elliot knew him well. Armand worked well in chaos for a couple of reasons, one of them being he was so used to chaos, and another reason being he often caused chaos albeit it was always harmless chaos.

And of course, as expected, Ellie exploded again after he patted her head and referred to the robot. He simply smiled. "Of course you are, Ellie," he said calmly with a sarcastic tone.

Then the sound of Aubia's voice randomly yelling through the megaphone, echoing and bouncing erratically through the complex made its way to where Ellie and he were. Ellie's response was to immediately clamp an arm on him and start dragging him toward the voice. Despite her small stature, Ellie had strength ... and guts. He let her pull him along. The robot ElliotX followed behind them in a completely composed manner.

Armand didn't say anything to Ellie's defensive counter distinguishing herself and Warlock on the meaning of the word "temperamental." He knew she knew what she had done, and there was no need to comment on it at the moment. It'd come up in a convenient time later.

Before long, they reached Aubia who was probably dressed a bit tidier than either of the two lab techs. Another mechanic was in the vicinity as well talking to Aubia, before Aubia paused the conversation to scream at some other admins walking on by. Armand put on a big smile as Ellie dragged him and her to the woman in the heels that most likely not be able to stand him.

As they marched down the corridor, Elliot shoving useless people out of the way and ignoring their annoyed glances, she completely ignored the sarcastic comment that wended its way out of Armand's mouth. By now, she was used to his lighthearted condescension when it came to her outbursts, and besides, important-looking people were coming into view, and Elliot wanted to at least try to put on a professional front for them. However, she had no hope whatsoever that Armand would try to do the same. He had no reverence for those of upper rank, and that was another thing about him that irked Elliot. Wait, what did she like about him again...? She would try to make a list later, and she'd aim to list at least three things.

Elliot came to a halt in front of Aubia and a mechanic, along with several workers who had the audacity to look scandalized as Aubia screamed orders at them. She sighed, and ran her fingers through her hair, hand still clamped around Armand's arm, lest he get away. The scientist glanced back at her boss and noted the bright smile on his face. That could only mean he wouldn't be cooperative...

"Aubia, what else needs doing?" Elliot asked.