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neurotoxined) wrote2012-04-13 04:17 pm
neurotoxined) wrote2012-04-13 04:17 pm
001. Audio/Action for the labs within TR HQ
[AUDIO]
[And somewhere in Johto, there's someone in an incredibly good mood today; somebody's audio channel has been left open, and the result is a rather strong, clear soprano voice singing...uh, something rather repetitive and kind of Italian over the feed. She seems to be singing as she works on something or other; since she doesn't have the benefit of a bunch of ridiculously cute turrets providing background music, the song is a capella, and as such there are a lot of rather audible mechanical...noises happening in the background.
Weird. Grating noises. At least they sound like they're a good distance away from her...but then there's the occasional really loud wham in the background. That seems to be decidedly nearer.
...oh dear.
Whatever she's doing, however, the sudden banging sounds seem to be pretty much par for the course as far as she's concerned; her voice isn't breaking any, with the exception of the occasional waver that comes with what's probably her turning her head away from the general direction of the Gear to check whatever the hell is making all the noise.
GLaDOS is having quite a good day; as little as she's liked being human, she's actually rather fond of the fact that her voice now comes with decidedly less autotune.]
[ACTION]
[For those within the Rocket base, the incessant sounds in that area are implying that GLaDOS is having a grand old time generally doing what Aperture Science employees do best: breaking things horribly. For now, she seems to have been dedicating her time to recreating an incredibly crude Aerial Faith Plate; she hasn't gotten very far, having had to make the entire thing by hand, but she's staked out one of the larger rooms for herself and is currently testing out what she's managed, singing to herself all the while.
Of course, "what she's managed to do" has been create a means to terrify her Raticate, the aptly-dubbed Test Subject #1; in between the rounds of Cara Mia Addio, those with access to the labs can likely find a ridiculously tall, very pale woman with thinly-rimmed glasses and long white hair, standing around and trying to convince said Raticate to get on the plate - before the thing quite simply launches too early, smashing the flat surface of the plate itself violently against the floor before righting itself. Kinda.
...
It's a work in progress, okay.]
[And somewhere in Johto, there's someone in an incredibly good mood today; somebody's audio channel has been left open, and the result is a rather strong, clear soprano voice singing...uh, something rather repetitive and kind of Italian over the feed. She seems to be singing as she works on something or other; since she doesn't have the benefit of a bunch of ridiculously cute turrets providing background music, the song is a capella, and as such there are a lot of rather audible mechanical...noises happening in the background.
Weird. Grating noises. At least they sound like they're a good distance away from her...but then there's the occasional really loud wham in the background. That seems to be decidedly nearer.
...oh dear.
Whatever she's doing, however, the sudden banging sounds seem to be pretty much par for the course as far as she's concerned; her voice isn't breaking any, with the exception of the occasional waver that comes with what's probably her turning her head away from the general direction of the Gear to check whatever the hell is making all the noise.
GLaDOS is having quite a good day; as little as she's liked being human, she's actually rather fond of the fact that her voice now comes with decidedly less autotune.]
[ACTION]
[For those within the Rocket base, the incessant sounds in that area are implying that GLaDOS is having a grand old time generally doing what Aperture Science employees do best: breaking things horribly. For now, she seems to have been dedicating her time to recreating an incredibly crude Aerial Faith Plate; she hasn't gotten very far, having had to make the entire thing by hand, but she's staked out one of the larger rooms for herself and is currently testing out what she's managed, singing to herself all the while.
Of course, "what she's managed to do" has been create a means to terrify her Raticate, the aptly-dubbed Test Subject #1; in between the rounds of Cara Mia Addio, those with access to the labs can likely find a ridiculously tall, very pale woman with thinly-rimmed glasses and long white hair, standing around and trying to convince said Raticate to get on the plate - before the thing quite simply launches too early, smashing the flat surface of the plate itself violently against the floor before righting itself. Kinda.
...
It's a work in progress, okay.]
[ACTION]
[But anyway, that's not the point! Today he's in the base, looking for the source of that singing. It's quite pretty; he's never really had an extreme interest in music, but he's bored and there really isn't much else for him to explore around Goldenrod.]
[...Not that he's incredibly eager to leave and travel on the routes...]
[So Wheatley's checking the rooms, trying to pinpoint the voice. His hearing is still... kind of terrible and he's not used to trying to pinpoint a location while relying on ears. It's rather horrible, really. But eventually he does find the source of the voice, and speaks to the white-haired woman who is presumably singing (unless it's the rat, which he highly doubts).]
That's a rather nice song. You have a lovely voice! I haven't heard you singing down here before. What are you doing--?
[Wait a minute. He recognizes that Aerial Faith Plate! He'd recognize one of those anywhere! Wheatley's relaxed expression quickly shifts to irritation - he's been duped, hasn't he?]
Oh. It's you. Never mind, ignore what I said; I was obviously mistaken.
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Just look at what that says about you.]
Oh. You again.
[She'll just be shooting you the most annoyed look on the planet before -
..................]
As for what I'm doing, some of us understand that there's still science to be done.
[Have a rather...alarmingly friendly sort of smile while she gestures to that Aerial Faith Plate.]
Go ahead and try it out. It's not calibrated to handle the size of a normal human test subject, but you're close enough to the rat. I think it should do just fine.
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And it's taken you this long to come up with something? I'm shocked. Really. Do tell me you've been wasting time rather than spending so long getting used to being human.
[Today he'll actually attempt not to give into a raging screaming fit! So you can have some... attempted insults!]
[...No really, how does he insult you anyway...]
no subject
And you've come up with...what, exactly?
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Well! I've been spending my time exploring this world; you know, figuring out how it works, how to get home, things like that.
[Of course, he's assuming you haven't figured out how to get home... Well, he hasn't seen you outside, so of course you haven't figured it out!
Wheatley, you aren't Archer. Stop using his logic.]no subject
I'm just going to guess that you're still in the "figuring out" stage. You'll probably be there for a while.
[.........]
You'll probably be there forever.
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[...Actually...]
There's no sense in wasting time in here! A break might even do you some good! Come on, come on, I certainly don't have all day! You'll never leave this lab otherwise!
[Yep, that's right, GLaDOS. We're going on an adventure! Now come on or he'll try to grab your wrist and drag you outside.]
no subject
[Wheatley...]
Wait, wait, what do you think you're doing -
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[COME ON GLaDOS WE'RE GOING ON AN ADVENTURE!! You have no choice.]
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I will not stop hesitating!
[Never mind that she isn't putting up too much resistance; honestly, she's a bit busy trying to keep her attention on not tripping into Wheatley as opposed to doing something that might actually stop what he's doing. Like pulling her wrist away or something.]
Stop it. Stop what you're doing right now, I am not going anywhere with the likes of you -
[...and as soon as that's out of her mouth, she switches gears immediately, her voice softening a great amount - it would be almost soothing if she weren't so irritated. And loud. Because what is vocal volume control.]
Not that there's anything wrong with the likes of you. I just don't think this is something that we should be doing. So let's just...go back to the lab and we can get some science done, and we can forget about all of those things I said about your height and your capabilities to learn anything, and we can just let things go. How does that sound?
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[And then suddenly he's giving the most devious smirk known to man and yanking on GLaDOS' wrist again.]
Nice try, but it's not going to work, love.
[The sarcasm is running thick today, but Wheatley's teasing more than anything else. The fact that GLaDOS did suddenly shift moods like that indicates that she'd really rather not go outside, right? So he might as well force her to do as he says! Power is so lovely, isn't it?]
Oh come on, it's not like you're in a potato or anything! You'll be perfectly fine, perfectly fine!
no subject
oh WHAT]
You had to bring the potato into this. You just had to.
no subject
That makes us even then, doesn't it?
[Because turning you into a potato totally equals you calling him short. Totally.]
no subject
There's nothing to be done for you, after all.
[THIS LINEFACE.]
no subject
[This base is huge, holy shit. Okay, here we go! Are you ready to go outside, GLaDOS? Because if you don't break away now, you're getting dragged out!]
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[Wheatley, everything is huge compared to you.
...that said, she won't break away, though whatever bitching she was doing cuts off abruptly and she freezes up a good amount once she's actually out there. She recognizes things, to some extent - they're apparently in the middle of a city, populated with humans, and presumably there are more of these creatures around here somewhere, and some of the humans walk around with theirs out like pets. And there are plants here and there, and there are far more to the south, visible down the street, implying some sort of forest far off in the distance...
At the same time, it's...strange to be out here, with all the natural light and the air that isn't pumped in from the surface, but natural and...admittedly probably full of all sorts of repulsive things, but it's rather refreshing, all things considered.
Is this what it was like for Chell? ...if that's the case, then GLaDOS was way too good to Chell, ugh.
...that said, hopefully you're not expecting any words, there, Wheatley, there's just a lot of staring.]
no subject
Don't just stand there staring! There's plenty of things to see and do.
no subject
Other than receiving the most skeptical look on the planet, that is.]
Wait, where are we going?
[...she's not putting up much resistance, however. And by "much" I mean "any", but...]
no subject
[Wheatley's smirk actually softens a bit. He's not aware of it.]
no subject
Oh, I don't know. You made sure that I got a really nice tour of the old salt mines.
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[He actually had some peace from you and that meddling human, after all! It was great!]
Besides, this is different. Now come on!
[Time to go explore the grass! Wheatley's done some training outside the city, but he's a bit hesitant about going out alone. Those rats are not okay, alright. Besides, he can throw GLaDOS at the rats and escape if things get bad!]
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Where she will just lineface some more at you. She's a nerd; she actually read the manual.]
Did you really bring me out here to train these things?
no subject
[He has no interest in catching any of them, however! Wheatley pulls GLaDOS toward the grass. He marches in fearlessly.]
[...though he'll be throwing that bat immediately when the rats show up.]
no subject
I could comment on how even these rats seem to have something against you, but I'll keep it to myself.
Just for you.
Carry on.
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[The Woobat responds to his commands easily enough. She's a high enough level to take out the rats without any issues, but Wheatley clearly still isn't pleased with the rats anyway.]
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