Hopes And Goals

Hopes and Goals

Okay, so since I've returned to being alive, and I am more than happy to repair any drone that needs repairing, there's another job I'd like to have that I work more of my time at. It'd be a fun idea because Jaybird is doing patrols but, I don't think she's enjoying her old job as much anymore. I hope to open my own beauty parlour though. I've been sewing new wigs made of heat resistant nylon, I've been practicing sharpening and polishing J's claws, I know how to cut, style and dye wigs. I just need somewhere to set up shop. Maybe Jaybird will see a building that survived the planet explosion that I could use because I don't want to open shop in the bunker, a lot of drones are scared of J, and I want her be welcome any time she wants to be there with me. It would be fun having her as a receptionist.

I know it's a crazy, outback, ridiculous dingo-brained pipe dream, but a girl can dream, right?

She held Nate's hand reassuringly, she felt sorrow to hear that but, she knew that he meant well.

"We all process grief differently, Nate. I am not one to judge. Do you want to talk about her?" She hopped up and patted the abandoned counter of the store's cashier desk, offering Nate a place to sit and chat.

Hey Nate, it's Tessa (xXRoboTessaXx) I figured out a recipe for oil ice cream, I'll bring some by later. Do you know if the worker drone colony has a clothing store? I need more clothes to wear than the spacesuit, my dress from J and the pretty blue one someone gifted to me. No rush, I'll meet you at the second doors.

-Tessa =3

He opens the door excited "...are you able to fly? I know were there's a store"

"You seem familiar." Abruptly commented a brunette security drone as she looked Tessa up and down with those yellow eyes of hers, almost like she was scanning her with sensors hidden behind the visor as she pondered who they might be or where they had been seen before.

Compared to a disassembly drone, she was clearly a bit taller being about six feet (or about 1.83M if we're talking metric.), more heavily armored, and there wasn't an exposed sensory array attached to the headband. That and she was weirdly silent in spite of her size...

RoboTessa jumped slightly at the security drone. "Cor blimey, you gave me a startle." She stared at the other drone, shocked at how tall she was. "I... I was formerly known as Tessa James Elliott... and then... well, everything happened," she rubbed her gauntlets near where her wrists were out of anxiety, "I've been dead for at least a decade, but, through some mechanical intervention, I'm alive again, somehow... I'm sorry if I upset you," she winced a little, she was scared if she was in trouble, she didn't like getting in trouble at all, too many bad memories of her getting in trouble with her parents were starting to show up in her mind, she smiled sheepishly. "I-if there's any issue, you could reach out to Jay-b... I mean" she stopped herself from using her pet name for J, "Serial Designation J, if there's any issues... she's one of the drones who helped put me back together."

She giggled, "A lot better now that I'm around again, but she worries a lot when I go out places without her... but I promised I'd be safe."

She hugged Nate and then took her bags of new things. "Thank you again! I'll see you soon, I'm sure."

She headed out the doors of the bunker, making her way back to J's. She was happy and excited to have her other favourite drone, the one she saw akin to a little brother, back in her life again. ((feel free to send a new starter whenever you'd like)

Hey Nate, it's Tessa (xXRoboTessaXx) I figured out a recipe for oil ice cream, I'll bring some by later. Do you know if the worker drone colony has a clothing store? I need more clothes to wear than the spacesuit, my dress from J and the pretty blue one someone gifted to me. No rush, I'll meet you at the second doors.

-Tessa =3

He opens the door excited "...are you able to fly? I know were there's a store"

Tessa hugged Nate a lot. "I know... she looked up to me, like I was her big sister... she copied me," she even laughed a little, "Especially the one time she decided to give my sleeping mother an impromptu pixie cut," Tessa giggled at the thought, "It was poetic justice for all the times Mother kept scolding me about my hair."

She responded, "Yes... she did really bad things, but there were also fun times and good memories, albeit now, they're a bit sad and tainted, we still are alright to grieve." She rested her chin on N's hat. "Oh Nate, you're so precious... I'm sorry for everything she did to you, but also for your loss of someone you cared about so much."

Hey Nate, it's Tessa (xXRoboTessaXx) I figured out a recipe for oil ice cream, I'll bring some by later. Do you know if the worker drone colony has a clothing store? I need more clothes to wear than the spacesuit, my dress from J and the pretty blue one someone gifted to me. No rush, I'll meet you at the second doors.

-Tessa =3

He opens the door excited "...are you able to fly? I know were there's a store"

She answered the door to see who it could've been at their pod at this time of day. "Oh! Hello there!" the Aussie drone greeted sweetly before she turned around to call out to her favourite drone, "Jaybird! We have a guest!"

Concern - Closed two player roleplay

@worldslastredemption @xxrobotessaxx

Jpeg hadn't heard much from J in a couple days, not since she had been over to drop off a few things at the landing pod. She had been worrying a lot about if J was alright with her side project, but now she had gotten a text saying to bring a harp.

Ms Jpeg didn't have access to the high school side's harps, but she was able to grab a 15 string harp from the elementary band room and had brought it just like J had asked of her. She knocked with her hand that wasn't holding anything on the landing pod door rapidly, worried if J was even still okay.

"What if she is starving because she hasn't come by for oil? Oh dear! " she thought before the teacher pushed her fears away, "And if she has to drink some of my oil, so be it, she's my friend and anything to keep her alive."

Jpeg really cared about the disassembly drone that had tried to kill her years ago in the big arts and crafts store, and she was ready for almost anything J could ask of her. I mean, she was a teacher, she was asked for things all day.