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C.lA.R.Av4 ([personal profile] candlebot) wrote in [community profile] logsinthenight2020-06-05 02:23 pm

CLARAv4 open mingle

characters: Clara and you!
location: Bonfire Square
date/time: June 1-7
content: Meet your new robot best friend
warnings: n/a

Hello!!

[There is a small robot, about three and a half feet in height, meandering cheerfully in Bonfire Square. If you don't say hi back to her, she's likely to amble over and start scanning your lantern (which basically just looks like her standing there staring at it while her eyes glow) or will ask your name. She is very persistent.

If your character has died in Beacon before, she will absolutely just greet you by name as if you're already best friends. Because you are! Right?

Feel free to also make your own top-levels if you wish to discuss amongst yourselves. For the purposes of this log, replying under the CLARA header will tell me you're interested in interacting with her, but posting a separate toplevel will not involve the robot.]
mellowyellow: (i know you do it only cause of my toyota)

[personal profile] mellowyellow 2020-06-07 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
She has staplers for feet. SHE HAS STAPLERS FOR FEET.

Masaomi almost can't handle seeing their shiny new AI for the first time. But although she's nothing like what he'd pictured in his mind (something distinctly more feminine!), she's absolutely adorable in her own way. Not unlike a grade school science project.

He can't exactly sneak up and surprise her when she's in the middle of the bonfire square, so he just runs right up to her, bends a knee, and presents to her an old wire that he's bent into a flower.

"I'm so sorry I couldn't be your first!" he laments loudly, so every poor schmuck in the square can here. "But I promise to be your last! Be mine, Clara!"
mellowyellow: (no inflatable hot tub for now)

[personal profile] mellowyellow 2020-06-12 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey, hey. I'm trying to apologize without apologizing here," he chuckles sheepishly. "Don't question it."

He stands, eyeing Clara's bewildered search for nearly a minute before finally stepping in to help. He bends the flower stem around the wires of her arm, then situates the flower so that it rests atop one of her shoulder pads.

"There." He taps the flower gently, smiles at its new owner. "Sorry for not being able to find you myself."