PUPPY POOOOOWEEEERRRR

[spacecase]

Who: Jade and YOU +10 robot puppies
When: TODAY. RIGHT NOW, IN YOUR HOMETOWN.
Where: Starting in the neighborhood of wherever-the-hell the Villa is and ending up in the park
Style: Action
Status: Open!

[So Jade had locked herself up pretty tight in her workshop after that disaster of a conversation with Cronus, it sounded like she was ripping up metal in there. What was she doing?

Dismantling a robot and making it into several smaller robot puppies.

Yes. Robot puppies. Fat ones, teeny ones, ones that climb on rocks! Or shoot lasers. It's been very therapeutic for Jade.

However, puppies get rambunctious. So rambunctious that they want to go out and play, and for all of Jade's spatial manipulating powers, she can't make a workshop big enough to contain these puppies. That's why they're busting out of her workshop and stampeding across the way to find ADVENTURE!!!

Meanwhile Jade is vaguely floating after them but she ultimately decides to not contain them for now. After all, she deactivated the lasers, what's wrong with letting the puppies play?]

Comments

[shippingmath]

[When the puppies come running toward him, Dirk doesn't do anything to play with them. He doesn't even smile, the cold-hearted kid that he is. Instead, he just leans down to pick one up and starts examining it.]

Huh. Who made you?

[spacecase]

Me!

[Jade nobody is used to you flashing in front of them like that.]

It was me! Hi Dirk!

[shippingmath]

[Dirk almost threw the puppy at her. It takes him a moment to lower it.]

Jesus dick, Harley. Don't do that.

[spacecase]

Ahh--sorry, I forget that you've been away for a while.

[...No, Jade, it's just that nobody can get used to your teleportation.]

Anyway! I see you found my robopups.

[shippingmath]

Great. Just give the teleporting a rest for a while around me. [A pause. And Roxy.

[But oh, look, a distraction. Time to start examining the robopuppy more closely.]

Any reason for making them?

[spacecase]

Blowing off steam after that hot mess of a broadcast by that greasy seadweller or whatever the hell it was he called himself.

[GRUMP.]

Then I just decided to make them for people to adopt. For protection or for fun.

[shippingmath]

So that's what you were doing.

[No wonder Davesprite sent out a warning. Though Dirk's not about to say that.]

Pretty good plan. They're good quality.

[spacecase]

Thank you! I feel a lot better, too, I suppose I had an itch to make robots that needed to be scratched as well.

[She actually learned about Davesprite's warning through Sola. It was cute in away.]

[shippingmath]

I don't doubt it. Making robots is the shit.