Questions and answers

[runners_low]

[1]
[Felicita feels better now, so it's time to explore the Chalice! ... Not that she is going to suddenly leave the ward bed. Let's be realistic. Instead, she holds one of the precious few physical items she may call as her own - a tiny robotic probe.]

Go, drone!


[And, it flies away from her hands, controlled by a tablet also in her possession. Later, you may find the small thing exploring and being curious all over the White Chalice. You may or may not know already that it belongs to Felicita, and that she can talk through it.]

[2]
[Late at night - Felicita is fast asleep, snoring loudly and looking much happier than usual. But look, the drone is still active! Who might be controlling it?]



This is Colomba Arlotti.
DISCLAIMER: You are talking to a basic AI with a pre-recorded database and limited ability to learn. It is based on my personality and I gave it knowledge of all facts you will need.
White Chalice, I know you had questions. Questions regarding my daughter and the Deva project. Questions Orsini Industries considered classified.

They are classified no longer. Ask.

[Strange may be the AI's way of talking, but it definitely sounds like Felicita's mother - for those of you who heard her talk, at least. Now is the time to get answers some of you really hoped for!]

Comments

[2hell_weride]

I'm not going to burn you...

[[Yeah, as if the machine responds. But hey, Servbots...]]

I'm just trying to figure out what you are...

[runners_low]

Okay...

[The machine responded after all! But it sounds very reluctant.]

[2hell_weride]

So... what are you?


Looks like a head that should've been attached to something else...

[runners_low]

Ah, no, no! This is my drone. I control it, remotely.

[The machine bobs up and down to prove that Felicita is, in fact, in control.]

It explores White Chalice for me. I'm sitting here, in my bed.

[2hell_weride]

That's... actually kind of cool.

Hey... wait... are you the girl I've seen get carted off from one of the new ones...

[[He looks about then suddenly (tries to) grabs the drone and point it at her machine.]] That thing?

[runners_low]

Wait, what are you... oh.

[That was startling, for Felicita at least.]

Yes, that's my mobile suit. It's Deva... but it was all broken, and now it's almost fixed. How did you do that so fast?

[2hell_weride]

[[The ego flood gates are open. And we're turning back to MarKus who lifts the welding mask up.]]

Because I'm a freakin genuis!

[runners_low]

Really?

[2hell_weride]

Yup! Gimme the plans and I can fix just about anything!

So... why the lil robot flying around eh? [[How many times has she explained this?]]

[runners_low]

I must stay in the hospital bed all day... so it looks around for me.

[2hell_weride]

That... sucks ass.

Are you in OUR med bay?

[runners_low]

Where else would I be?

[If a small camera-like robot could make a "well duh" face, this one would.]

[2hell_weride]

I dunno. Could be a long distance signal from some other clinic or hospital.

[[MarKus is climbing down from working on the mech and making his way over yonder. Headin over to the med bay.

And soon, there is a MarKus... only he never took the welding mask off, and has, since then, fallen back down over his face.

[runners_low]

[Felicita is focused on some light tablet-like thing, since that's what she uses to control the drone. She looks up only when MarKus is very close.]

Ah! The boy from the hangar!

[She seems rather surprised, too.]

You came here?

[2hell_weride]

Yeah. Why not? Unless you're like... contagious or something, but, I think you'd be like, covered in plastic or something.

So, yeah. I'm MarKus. And you are?

[runners_low]

I'm not contagious...

[Felicita looks hurt by that statement, and a bit overwhelmed in general.]

I am... Felicita Arlotti...

[2hell_weride]

[[And that's all MarKus had to hear.]] Cool.

[[And he puts his fist out for the inaugural fist-bump]]

[runners_low]

...

[See this confused look in Felicita's eyes? You lost her.]

[2hell_weride]

Here, you put your hand out like this too. You make a fist and then...

[[Waiting for her to do it, he bumps fists.]]

There you go!

[runners_low]

Ah. Okay, I didn't know you do it like that.

[And now, rather than confused she looks embarassed.]

[2hell_weride]

S'alright.

So, watcha in for, kiddo? [[Because who reads medical charts?]]

[runners_low]

Ah, uhm.
Poulsen Syndrome.

It means my body is very weak, and I can't walk well.

[She doesn't seem too bothered by the question and having to explain. Probably because she had to do it so many times.]

[2hell_weride]

That is probably the worst thing since ever...

[[He looks personally offended!]] You can't even...


[[He shakes his head.]] Sorry, you're probably used to that but, that just sucks ass, kid! I'm glad you've at least got this little robot to look around with.

[runners_low]

Yeah...

It does.

But, I have the body Mother made for me. I can't use it all the time, but it's still great.

[2hell_weride]

That new thing?

That's huge... That...

[[MarKus just drops... Mid-sentence.]]