MEMO.

[gundamkind]

[ timaeusTestified (TT) opened a memo ]

TT: Hey.
TT: Just checked the mail.
TT: The game's arrived.
TT: Anyone else on yet?

[ timaeusTestified is idle ]
[ timaeusTestified is no longer idle ]

TT: Guess not.
TT: I've ripped the disc and the files are ready for download and installation.
TT: As I've said several thousand times before, we need to do this right. Don't even think about running the program on any of your fucking hands free headgear. I've already explained the harm it can do beaming this shit straight into your skull. Desktop, laptop or nothing.

Comments

[rabbunctious]

jane was waiting

[pranking]

oh, no. i didn't realize.
that's just terrible.
waiting is terrible.
and now i'm terrible.

[rabbunctious]

y
get ready

[pranking]

n.
go see if jane's alright.
all this WAITING might have ruined her.

[rabbunctious]

[Too late. He pops right up from under John's desk straight towards his chest.]

[pranking]

[ if john screams like a little girl, and no one but a robot bunny is around to hear it, does he still make a sound? ]

[rabbunctious]

[WHAM. Good for John that Seb isn't authorized to use his samurai swords. Bad for John that Seb can probably still take him down, chair and all.]

guard down

[Not that John's checking his Pesterchum messages.]

[pranking]

[ and down he goes!! ]

—Augh! Get off me, get off me!!

[ trying to grab at lil seb by the ears. hE WILL FIND A WAY TO WIELD THIS BUNNY AND USE HIM AS A WEAPON AGAINST HIMSELF. ONE DAY. ]

[rabbunctious]

[Nope. These little robolegs were built for scampering, and Seb bot scampers out of the way and makes to go right up John's shirt.

Are you ticklish, John Egbert?]

[pranking]

[ he really is. ]

P-pfft-pffffthahaha—Jane!!!! Jane, get in here and ha ha ha — and control your robot!!

[rabbunctious]

[Oh whoops, better message Jane not to help.

Seb sticks his head out John's collar and tries to sit on his face, because nothing says "I love you and want to make you strong" like a nose full of robot crotch.]

[cakeslut]

[ Jane did said she wouldn't bother, but it was hard to miss the fight on her way to the kitchen. ]

John! Seb.

[ pause ]

Why was Lil' Seb in your shirt? [ what kind of lesson even is this ]

[pranking]

[ pushing at lil seb to get him off his face, head thrashing this way and that. this is the worst robot ever, omg ]

He's attacking me!

[rabbunctious]

[Releases John's face even though he should really try to teach him that pushing would be kind of ineffectual in a real fight. But you know, gotta keep appearances up in front of Jane.

He points at John. Totally his fault. Totally. Obviously Seb HAD to knock him over, he had no choice, geez louise.]

[cakeslut]

It doesn't matter who's fault it is! Cut it out, both of you.

[ someone has to be the rational, mature one here. gosh. ]

[pranking]

[ finally pulls himself up to a normal seated position. he can stand and get his chair to work later. ]

I didn't even want to fight him!! I told him to go check on you and he came in here all "oh look at me I'm a robot who wants to rub himself all over your teenage body and also sit on your face". This is what I live with!!

[rabbunctious]

[Seb hops away from John and backs slowly towards Jane. He's not usually one for shows of emoting, but John can be sort of dense. He points to John again and then slowly mimes a pair of shades descending onto his face.

Deal with it.]