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Active [Widersia - Clockhaven] Meetin’ the technician n the stage crew!: creator’s trials II


Mary let out a shaky sigh of relief when Koralia obliged to keep a distance from her. It was a small mercy, but one she was grateful for. Keircey seemed to have a surprising amount of influence over Koralia, which was comforting in its own way. Yet, the kindness he directed at Mary still felt… strange.

She was just a typical loser otaku who had no friends whatsoever, spending most of her life getting bullied at school and left out. Why was Keircey treating her so well? Her suspicion grew, and her imagination spiraled into a ridiculous, heart-pounding theory. Could he… like me? Her face flushed red at the thought. But then reality intruded: Keircey was a construct, not human. Yet… wasn’t forbidden love between different races a classic trope? Her mind whirled with romantic scenarios, only adding to her nervousness.

When Keircey asked his question, Mary hesitated. It was a deep one, and not something she’d ever been prepared to answer. She clutched the strap of her bag tightly, her gaze falling to the floor as she tried to find the right words.

“W-why do humans feel?” she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t… really know. I guess it’s just what makes us human?”

She glanced up at him briefly, her brow furrowed in thought. “Feelings… they help us connect. Even if they don’t always make sense. Like, ummm, when someone’s sad, you want to help them feel better. Or... or when you’re happy, it makes others happy too. It’s how we understand each other, I think.”

Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her bag as she continued, her voice softening. “M-maybe it’s because we’re not just meant to survive. We’re supposed to experience life. To care about things and… people.”

She paused, stealing a brief glance at Keircey. “It’s not always a good thing, though. Feelings can hurt. A lot. Especially when…” She trailed off, her cheeks turning pink. “...when it’s something forbidden.” Her eyes darted away, heart racing as she cursed herself for saying too much.

But before she could drown in her own embarrassment, Roy threatened to starve them to death were they to fail the puzzle. “Hiiiiek!” Mary squealed, panic taking over. The idea of starving to death—or worse—sent her mind into overdrive. I knew I should’ve given up the job! I should’ve stayed home all long!

Her hands scrambled to flip through her file, her breaths quick and shallow. “We’re doomed! We’re totally doomed!” she whimpered, searching for any clue that could save them from their grim fate.
 
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Yuze "Yufi" Fujiyo

Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: DarkKitsune DarkKitsune , Elijay Elijay , Crescent King Crescent King , Maxxob Maxxob

"Humans feel to experience the world, to learn from it and make those experiences their own. As those experiences help us define who we are in the grand scheme of things. At least I think of it that way." Yufi replies to Keircey, sure her response was a bit short but it carried what she hoped would give him some insight on stuff.

Yufi upon hearing Roy's statement really wanted to respond to it but she decided to shut herself up, so Keircey could speak with him instead. Instead, she waited till they ended their conversation to come up to Keircey, laying her hand on his shoulder and speaking to him. "It sounds to me like Diago had a fall out with Roy. The venom in his voice when he mentioned artificial Life being well ALIVE, the way you were surprised that he said Diago instead of I assume Master or Creator. I kinda get it, humans try to create artificial life that is meant for greatness but the moment it becomes alive as we are it... It gets weirder. Once something artificial starts thinking like something organic it starts to realize logic sometimes isn't logical that us organics more often work based on emotions, not logic. In the words of someone I know Up becomes Down, Left becomes Right, Good becomes Bad, Certainty becomes Uncertainty. A person in that state questions everything and anything, but especially their own existence. Not that it's a bad thing, but logic is illogical in its own right. Right?" She says to Keircey before going closer to the plushies of the Band, looking at each of them up close.

"I prefer we don't do that Koralia, at least not before we attempt this puzzle. Because we might break down the elevator thus make it impossible for us to progress further, so for now lets leave it on the back burner for now ok." Yufi says as she turns towards Koralia from the plushies, seeing as she is taking out her file, she reluctantly takes out Keircerys file as well.

"Please don't panic we can figure it out. It should be easy. We have the five plushies of the band, and we have five pressure plates on the other side. That's one hundred and twenty combinations. we could try to brute force it but we should look for clues in the files we have. Look at anything numeric or indicating an order to things, date of creation, or attempts to bring someone online. Stuff like that, even when Diago came up with ideas for each separate one could work. We will then try to enter it by placing the corresponding plushies in their places... I just hope we have more than one chance on this." Yufi exclaims loudly, she was a fan of puzzles in her past life and that kind of combination puzzles were her forte, she just really hoped Roy did not give them only one chance to attempt to solve it since otherwise this could end really badly for everyone here. Having said that Yufi began to skim the notes she had on Keircey trying to find anything numerical, or mentioning an order of things. She really hoped she was right in her decision, and idea. She didn't want to be the reason for them perishing here.
 
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“Well, I gave you a list. Although your argument sounds like comparing apples and oranges it is a debate to save at a later date, I’d whether or not cost my organic companions their lives.”

Keircey told Amelia, scanning through the pink file. Looking for something Numeral…numbers…dolls. Right. Maybe that was a clue.

“very interesting inputs though, but it about sums it up. Feelings are complex…” he then considers Yufi’s point.

“Potential fall out? If that’s the case he has a bad track record with his creations…the question is why didn’t Roy attempt to run away if that was the case? And what was the fallout over.”


He takes a brief break to pat Mary on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, we’ll figure something out; stay calm panicking and fear triggers irrationality, focus on the potentiality of getting out of this room and not starving. It is natural to be scared. But don’t count things out immediately. ” IMG_0455.png
“Five of us five pressure plates…” he murmurs considering Yufi’s mention. He finds something in Circe’s folder.

Attempt #1 with the musician twins ended in combustion in flames. This could’ve been caused by the wiring being too weak for their power output.

Attempt #2 the musician twins are semi-functional. No longer catching on fire however they can’t play more than basic nursery rhymes together. Might need to separate Circe and Cyrus to alter their programming for more complex music-making capabilities.

Successful #3 Circe is fully functioning now, unfortunately, Cyrus is currently not living up to the same achievements. Perhaps making a copy of her programming and altering it for Cyrus’s instruments might work.


Attempt #1 Lorelai’s trumpet is leaking oil every time they attempt to play, power seems difficult to sustain, unlike the other bots. Given the nature of how they move on stage, they may need a transportive, more powerful energy supply.

Attempt #2 Lorelai has shown unusual aggression towards any organic nearby. This won’t do in a performance setting. Will need to cut off her batteries and let them drain before attempting to mess with her programming.

Successful #3 Lorelai doesn’t attack unless commanded now. However, their interactions with Circe while working on Cyrus have provided strange results. I’ll take what I can here as a win, however.


Attempt #1 with the musician twins ended in combustion in flames. This could’ve been caused by the wiring being too weak for their power output.

Attempt #2 the musician twins are semi-functional. No longer catching on fire however they can’t play more than basic nursery rhymes together. Might need to separate Circe and Cyrus to alter their programming for more complex music-making capabilities.

Attempt #3 unlike his bass and flute playing counterpart even after tweaks to Cyrus’s programming has not yielded a change to the former issue. Running diagnostics to hopefully sort out this issue.


Success #4 Fixed behavior issues this also provided Cyrus the ability to play complex songs like his musician counterpart. It’ll be interesting to see how he interacts with his twin and Lorelai.


Attempt #1 Roy has been easier than the rest to start up. Though implementing mechanical and engineering knowledge has been a hard challenge, in addition, his behavioral functions have been wonky. With a weird obsession for puzzles and weird bouts of something like anger. Not the same as Lorelai, less harmful…perhaps an issue in his cognitive programming because he threatens other constructs with…puzzles? Other indicators suggest these threats are not serious.

Success #2 is perhaps my quickest success. His behavioral oddities have been restrained though I’ve left a program in his chip to monitor any actions. He has also successfully begun making his stagecrew to help with band setup.


Attempt #1 This was an unfortunate bust, may need to take formed pieces apart as limbs are not functional. I may also require access to the voice box implemented for his voice. Almost completely unresponsive.

Attempt #2 limbs are now responsive, but his program is glitchy as shown through the test where he failed to pick up a glass cup of water. The cup fell on impact with the floor, which also required alternations to personality may need to refocus on basic motor functions.

Attempt #3 Today Keircey successfully performed basic tasks without breaking his microphone or dropping other items. His voice box however seems to be cutting out. It may need replacement.

Attempt #4 replaced the voice box, however, reactivating this construct somewhere a few wires seemed to snap as I saw some sparks. His red eyes also seemed unfocused with further testing it appears when making repairs I accidentally shut off visual sensory functions.

Attempt #5 Keircey can hardly stand up before crashing into the floor or hitting the wall. I theorize this may be the result of the previous repairs affecting weight distribution. I will need to power him off and remove his head to examine programming.

Attempt #6 all these alterations seem to be failing at every turn. The newer issue after making prior fixes was an oil leak.

Attempt #7 getting closer but not close enough, The empathy program failed, however, he is once more able to complete tasks that are basic. Strangely the construct refuses to speak or sing. Personality seems dull.

Attempt #8 another oil leak, my ear drums are now bleeding after accidentally triggering loud volumes of noise since I fucked up the voice box, that’ll need replacements. Failed with empathy program again.

Attempt #9 Keircey bot’s voice nox box has been replaced, no updates on empathy program as he became less compatible with his prior source of power. Everything instantly drained as soon as he was powered on.

Attempt #10 can now speak and sing, empathy program is semi functional of the moment. But the song writing program has not proven successful.

Attempt #11 when powering on the Keircey bot his wires sparked result in frying some areas towards the head. Will need to wait for the construct to cool down before investigating damage.

Attempt #12 prior repairs were made, construct also has a new power source that seems to be a better alternative to the batteries I was using. Empathy program and song writing program are glitchy at the moment; resulting in weird incomprehensible leaps in logic when it comes to human emotion

Attempt #13 I may need to enlist aid from Roy, there was another oil leak and speech function seems busted.

Success #14 with the help of my Technician construct Roy we managed to make this bot fully functional! However like Lorelai and Roy I may need to note certain behaviors that are out of place for the construct: human like. While empathy was intended for performances and song writing he seems far to much like a human to the point it is a uncomfortable feeling of Deja vu, in addition to weird behaviors like stage freight upon observation during rehearsals. There was also a strange pigment change with his eyes but that could’ve been Roy acting whimsy.

“Numbers numbers—maybe it’s the order of which we were successfully made?” Keircey asked the question to the others.

“The files don’t list any other number patterns, at least that goes for Circe’s file. There’s five plushies that look like …us. There’s five pressure plates.”

He blinked.

“I don’t see what else it could be. But how do we determine this order properly and correctly?”


Maxxob Maxxob Megilagor Megilagor Elijay Elijay Crescent King Crescent King
 
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native], [Thoroughly Petted], [Baby Eater] - Color #876fd6

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"Alright, alright, we try this puzzle thing first. Then force it open if it doesn't work."
Koralia conceded to Yufi, while her eyes were already focusing on the contents of the file. The shark woman's eyes narrowed the more she read it and perhaps, out of a bad habit, she began reading the contents of the file out-loud.

"Attempt #1 with the musician twins ended in combustion in flames. This coulda been caused by the wirin' being too weak for their power output." After saying the first part of the information contained in her file, the mercenary smirked. "It wasn't only the wirin' that was weak, that is for sure!" She scoffed, remembering how Cyrus folded under her bestial might like wet paper.

"Attempt #2 the musician twins are semi-functional. No longer catchin' on fire however they can't play more than basic nursery rhymes together. Might need to separate Circe and Cyrus to alter their programmin' for more complex music-makin' capabilities." Shifting slightly, something else was brought to the forefront of her mind, out of curiosity. "So, ya guys dealt with this Circe metal-lass, right? How strong was she? Did she manage to make ya break a sweat?" Her question was aimed directly to both Keircey and Yufi. While waiting for the answer, her thick shark tail could be seen swishing from side-to-side, betraying her excitement in hearing their answer.

"Attempt #3 unlike his bass and flute playin' counterpart even after tweaks to Cyrus's programmin' has not yielded a change to the former issue. Runnin' diagnostics to hopefully sort out this issue." Her face tensed for a moment, head moving left and right. "Gotta give time for him to learn how to play the more fancy stuff! Well, not that he won't be playing no more." Up to that point, her mind couldn't really piece together the solution of the puzzle or the significance of the file's information about it.

"Attempt #4 fixed behavior issues this also provided Cyrus the ability to play complex songs like his musician counterpart. It'll be interestin' to see how he interacts with his twin and Lorelai." 'Lorelai? Who the heck is that?' It appeared that at the end of reading throughout the file, Koralia was more confused than previously. She gazed towards plates and the dolls, not having a single idea of what to make out of it. Closing the file, she would scratch the top of her head a few times, before gingerly asking. "So... any of ya know what to do?"

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As Amelia read her file she let out a gentle sigh and looked at the pressure plates and dolls, wondering what the answer could be. She was never good at brain games and puzzles back during her training, and this was much more vague than the ones she was used to. She listened to Koralia read her file out loud and decided to do the same.

" Attempt number one: Lorelai’s trumpet is leaking oil every time they attempt to play, power seems difficult to sustain, unlike the other bots. Given the nature of how they move on stage, they may need a transportive, more powerful energy supply.

Attempt number two: Lorelai has shown unusual aggression towards any organic nearby. This won’t do in a performance setting. Will need to cut off her batteries and let them drain before attempting to mess with her programming.

Successful number three: Lorelai doesn’t attack unless commanded now. However, their interactions with Circe while working on Cyrus have provided strange results. I’ll take what I can here as a win, however.

The only things I can think of are either the order in which they were made or perhaps the placement of them during performances.”
 
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Yuze "Yufi" Fujiyo

Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: DarkKitsune DarkKitsune , Elijay Elijay , Crescent King Crescent King , Maxxob Maxxob

"I think I might have something. Don't know if its correct though." Yufi says after she read her file out loud to other, and heard their file readings. Though it seems Mary was too shy to read hers out loud so Yufi had to peak around their shoulder to read the file she had at hand.
"Keircey I might need you to put the plushies in the order I tell you 'cause I don't know which plushies are whose, except well for yours and that one we met." Yufi asks Keircey to cooperate as she did in fact only know of Keircey's and Circe's looks so the other three were hard to look for her to know which was which, though she could have guessed which one was Roy's plushie due to the obvious design.
"If I understand it correctly. It should be Roy, Circe, Lorelai, Cyrus and then you Keircey." Yufi exclaims, pointing first at the 1, and going further to the right with each name spoken.
 

When Keircey patted Mary on the shoulder in an attempt to calm her down, she jumped at the touch, a slight gasp escaping her lips. “Ah… I’m sorry for panicking…” she murmured, her gaze dropping to the floor as she clutched her bag strap. As usual, she was causing unnecessary trouble for others with all her worrying.

As the others took turns sharing the contents of their files, Mary waited patiently, fiddling nervously with the edge of her sleeve. When it was her turn, she took a deep breath and hesitantly spoke. “S-sorry for the delay… My file, uh, it says…”

Her eyes flicked down to the paper, scanning it quickly as she adjusted her glasses. “It says that Roy was easier to start up compared to the others. B-but there were issues with programming his mechanical and engineering knowledge—it was, um, a hard challenge to get right.”

She paused, glancing around the room before continuing. “It also says he’s… kind of strange. Like, he really likes puzzles and sometimes gets angry? Not like, super bad, though. It mentions someone named Lorelai who’s apparently worse. Oh, and he… uh… threatened other constructs with puzzles before? But the file says those threats probably weren’t serious.”

Mary flipped the file over briefly, nodding as she read the next part. “And, um, they were able to restrain his behavioural oddities. And, errr, there’s some sort of program in his chip allowing him to monitor our actions.”
 
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“Lorelai, I’ve mentioned her before. As their notes have stated they were and still is an aggressive construct, but now their aggression seems more controlled on chosen targets instead of any organic near the, with that weird part that goes thump thump, at least that was how they worked last I saw, they are the red haired plush, they were the project’s trumpet player. She was also the only one that couldn’t speak.”

He explained to Koralia. He told Amelia.

“I wouldn’t think it would be placements on stage. That always changed accordance to what the show was for even if we didn’t get to preform many.”


When Mary read off her file he pondered.

“Our actions or his actions?”
He mumbled. He then nodded “checks out, on the puzzle thing at least, for me he threatened to stop fixing me if I didn’t play before I ran away. There was one time where I got away with not playing though and he fixed me anyway the next time Diago tore me apart”

He told Yufi, “okay since order of creation seems to be a consistent conclusion.”

He then walked up and grabbed Roy’s plush, setting it in front of the one plaque. Circe’s was put in front of two, Lorelai three, Cyrus four and then finally himself in five… he asked Keircey as he placed his plush down. IMG_0455.png
“I was told I was problematic to make but how bad was I?” The question stemmed from curiosity, he knew it took fourteen tries to get right. But surely they weren’t all major issues, right? He didn’t remember the test start-ups he went through.

The number above the glew a bright shimmery yellow before opening.

“You were very difficult actually,” Roy spoke the intercom again. “I in part always thought a piece of the issues came from the fact Diago was trying to program you to be capable of something he was not.I think Yuze can agree. Now in the elevator, you go! This next puzzle will be a bit more difficult but I am sure you will have FUN”

This time Roy sounded more…happy and energetic than angry and pissed. Keircey was confused by what seemed to be mood swings. “Alright, we’re going we’re going.”

He says going into the elevator. “Good! Also, there’s some food for your friends on the 2nd floor, and water.”

Keircey sighed. “Please tell me it wasn’t cooked by-”

“No, it was cooked by me. Diago is in the laboratory on the border between the Duchy and The See Took me a while to learn, but I think I did decently!”


“I forgot how far he ended up branching out.”, he muttered quietly.

Going into the elevator they would soon make it to the 2nd floor. With a ding, they found themselves…in a strange room. There were drawings on the tables of clothing designs racks on the walls covered in various fabrics a mannequin next to the elevator that had a ‘two’ above it. There was also a pair of mannequins next to one of the tables. It had a box of sewing supplies next to it. On the table there was a assortment of edible goods.

“You have to design an outfit befitting of Widersian common clothing style. It has to weigh a specific amount and each time you fail the elevator will be powered down for an hour locking you inside. And then you’ll need to wait before making your next attempt on the puzzle”
Roy explained on the intercom.

“Ok…welp I’m going to investigate for more clues,” Keircey told the rest of the group.

Maxxob Maxxob Megilagor Megilagor Elijay Elijay Crescent King Crescent King
 
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native], [Thoroughly Petted], [Baby Eater] - Color #876fd6

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"So that is who Lorelai is..."
Koralia muttered after Keircey's thorough explanation, bestial eyes focusing on the doll with red hair. "... heh, they didn' like organic hearts? Can't say why, they are my favorite giblet to eat." She would open and close her mouth, forcing strong, sharp teeth to clash against each other, just to further illustrate her point. She then fell a bit pensive, as if coming to a mutual understanding. "I wouldn't be happy if I couldn't speak as well." Maybe that was the reason of the mechanoid's early fury? Yeah, that ought to be it.

She would then listen, as apparently Yufi came to a solution. How was she able to do that?! The shark had not a single clue. And, to her surprise, the order which the woman had suggested was correct, indicated by the opening of the elevator doors. "Damn lady, ain't you a smarty-pants? Glad you are taggin' along with us!" In her own way, Koralia praised Yufi, her thick, muscular tail swishing left and right rhythmically. If it were only up to the mercenary to solve this... well, better not imagine it.

"FOOD?!" That caught her attention immediately, lips forming a wide smile. And then came the disappointing part. "Huh... cooked..." Her shoulders slumped and her otherwise domineering presence would disappear momentarily. 'Why the hell the hairless monkeys gotta screw up food by cookin'?! It makes no sense!' She thought to herself, cursing the culinary prowess often used by humans or fae (and even some beastkin! Unthinkable with them!) 'Well... cooked food is better than no food, right?' There had to be a silver lining somewhere.

In the elevator, Koralia couldn't help but use the spacious size to stretch her limbs, one at the time, changing the hand which held her sword as necessary. Her tail would, occasionally, brush against Mary's lower leg, but the shark pretended not to be at all aware of the fact at all.

When arriving at the second floor, Koralia would zero in at the table with the foodstuffs. She would a fistful (finful?) of the food available and shove into her mouth, chewing on it with her bear trap-like teeth. "Any of you a tailor?" The shark asked, between chews, looking at both the cloth they had available and the mannequins which were present in the room.

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Amelia stepped out of the elevator, her gaze immediately drawn to the room's peculiar charm. The clothing designs scattered across the tables caught her attention first—intricate sketches that hinted at creativity and care. She wandered closer to the racks of fabric along the walls, running her fingers lightly over the different textures, from soft silks to coarse burlap. The mannequins standing beside one of the tables, frozen mid-pose, seemed to watch her silently, as though inviting her to admire their craft.

The box of sewing supplies caught her eye next, a treasure trove of threads, needles, and small tools. She bent slightly to get a better look, noting the spools of colorful thread and the gleaming scissors lying neatly inside. "Unfortunately, I have no experience with such things. Combat was the main focus of my training.."

Then, the smell of food drew her attention to the nearby table. The assortment of edible goods was a delightful contrast to the sewing supplies—a feast of flavors waiting to be sampled. Amelia stepped closer, her curiosity piqued, as she scanned the table for something to try. It was an odd combination of elements, but somehow, it all felt strangely fitting in this room of artistry and sustenance.
 
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Yuze "Yufi" Fujiyo

Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: DarkKitsune DarkKitsune , Elijay Elijay , Crescent King Crescent King , Maxxob Maxxob

"Keircey... You had 14 attempts at making you, and those attempts were baaad. You were a problem child before you were alive." Yufi said somewhat sad but trying to make a joke about it at the end.

"I'm no tailor. Sure I can mend my clothes, but I can't make them. Besides even if I did live here for some time I prefer Kuridan's fashion." Yufi stated at Koralias question, not looking at her eating the food, but she did go off into the room trying to find anything any clue, or help. Any fashion designs, some tailoring machines or better yet one of those small robots that could help them make clothes.

Yufi walked around the place, taking a look at the mannequins the box of sewing supplies, at anything anything that could help them with it. Sure Yufi knew the general aesthetic of Widersia fashion but it changed so often that she probably wouldn't be able to help with it really.
 
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“I imagine you also wouldn’t like being made and forced to play a trumpet without being able to put it down.”

Keircey responded to Koralia as he went to go investigate the fabrics.

“Unfortunately, I have no experience in making cloth-“ he sighed. There was laughing over the intercoms but Keircey rolled his eyes. “They’re premade…of course it wasn’t that straight forward….doesn’t mean they still don’t need assembly.”

“Hey! I was trying to be funny, after all it is amusing you are still wearing your Roran attire! Then again…not like most constructs have a constant need to change clothes.” Roy spoke over the intercom. “But there is one thing I didn’t joke about…”

“Was it the measuring part?” Keircey asked. “This seems…less like a puzzle.”

“AND more like a game!—will you and your lil friends guess the correct weight right or fail? There’s no scales in the room!” Roy exclaimed.

“You are far too excited over this-“ IMG_0455.png
“I’m just glad to have someone to play with…until unfortunately, I have to send you Diago’s way.” His voice sounded bitter. “Also, be careful with who you bring the human girl fainted before she could reach the elevator. My kids brought her back outside the studio.” Then the com cut off.

“Huh?” Keircey murmured then looked around. “Well, shit Mary isn’t with us…” he sighs “I was hoping she wasn’t that anxious.”

He asked Yufi who was helping with the investigation. “I wonder what the sewing supplies are for then?”

Meanwhile, Amelia’s and Koralia’s gaze upon the foods would clue them in on details involving the odd assortment. There was a chip bag, a box of cookies, some vegetable soup, cooked Lobster tails some sort of cake, and even live fish. There was also a big gallon of water with a dispenser. On the other side of the water, were bowls, plates cups, and silverware.

Keircey examined the mannequins. Specifically the one closest to the elevator. He poked at it. “Doesn’t seem very sturdy, might be best if we used a lighter-weight outfit?”

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The player ‘EliJay’ or ‘Jay’ to everyone in the Isekai hell community has officially left unfortunately, following his unfortunate departure I have written the character Mary out this far into the roleplay as best as I could.

I bet I had a lot of you fooled during the first turn :3 seriously don’t trust a lot of things Roy says that involve games and puzzles he is a sore loser.

Anyways so how is it played? It’s a dice game! This is also my best conjuration to encourage character interactions.

Sooo…. Roll dice in your posts on rpn! 26 faces 1 die. Do Not roll in the discord (even if it is easier) if you need help feel free to tag me ooc. Here is what each dice roll means.

1-5: too heavy
6-11;medium weight, still a little too heavy.
12-16:just right!
17-21: little to light can be evened out by attaching a light item with a sewing needle in the room
22-16: too light-weight.
 
Languages: "Common", "(Bestial)"
[Beastkin], [Native], [Thoroughly Petted], [Baby Eater] - Color #876fd6


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Koralia would only stop stuffing her face like a little piggy sharky, when Kiercey answered about Lorelai dealio. “So that is what happened…” She mumbled, between short intervals of chewing the food, while her cheeks bulged out, almost like a squirrel. She looked rather happy when Amelia approached the table with the foodstuff.

“That one is pretty good!” Her gloved finger pointed at cooked lobster tails on the table, after finally had swallowed the last bit and quenching her hunger, for now. “Gotta say, this is the first cooked food I find it tolerable. Ain’t nothing beating raw meat, tho!” Smirking, she would grab a cup of water and walk towards the clothing section.

Her predatory eyes would gaze upon everything that was laid out, blinking slowly. It was rather visible that she was trying to understand the more minute details of how they are supposed to tackle this. Occasionally, her attention would shift to the mannequins, before going back to the fabric.

“Eh…” Taking a quick, full sip of the water in the cup, she placed it away and simply started to grab different articles of clothing: a vest here, a pair of pants there, socks, shirt and a bonnet. The outfit she came up would be as colorful and as ‘exquisite’ as her own clothes. “Now, that is the proper way to get dressed! Watcha ya guys think?”

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Yuze "Yufi" Fujiyo

Languages: Common | [Terran]
Mention: DarkKitsune DarkKitsune , Crescent King Crescent King , Maxxob Maxxob

"A bit of a prankster I see. I have to say Keircey, if your 'brother' wasn't working for Diago, and was actually on our side, I might have liked him as a friend." She exclaims semi-loudly, hoping that Ray could hear it, maybe just maybe he would find it funny enough not to send them to Diago, unless that's what they wanted as a group. She really didn't expect much from looking around this place, though the news that Mary did not come with them did confuse her since she could swear on her new father's family jewels, she saw her enter the elevator with them.
"Wait she's not.... I thought she came with us."

"Probably if we are off the weight on the lig
hter side we can sew something onto it." She tried justifying the presence of the sewing supplies, after all even if the clothes were already pre-made they usually needed extra fitting so sewing here or there would be normal to do.

"It looks... Interesting, personally might not have gone with it due to my preference in Kuridan clothing. But... I feel like something small is missing from it, I know my ~Oh so generous sperm donor~ would have enjoyed such an outfit. But something is missing from it." Yufi says after which she goes to look for some material, with matching colors to the vest, eventually coming back with two long and thin pieces of fabric, along with the sewing kit in hand.
"It might needs more of a tailcoat vibe. So which one wants to sew it to the vest?" She asks politely willing to give the first person who speaks up the sewing supplies and pieces of fabric to do the job instead of her.
 
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Koralia, managed to luck out when she grabbed a pair of pants from the wardrobe, silence and a thud came from where Amelia once stood. Roy spoke over the intercoms once more.

“I’ll have the crew pick her up and drop her off outside, This has been surprisingly concerning even to me! Now it seems your group is down to three”


Keircey made a robtic noise akin to a grumble. Roy continued speaking.

“Ah thanks Sharkie! Maybe next time I’ll try my hand at medium rare meats. As for you Yuze, maybe in a different life we could’ve been friends but fortune doesn’t quite favor the bold.


Keircey mumbled to Yuze, “everyone is dropping like flies.” Hopefully Koralia and Yufi would be ok.
IMG_0455.png “I can try, but my craft is performance not tailoring.”

It was difficult to find a light weight shirt and vest that didn’t make it feel like they were walking on eggshells already. At the end of the day he found the lightest shirt he could cut off the sleeves in a messy manner and attached them to the pants. This led to Koralia being able to move it onto the mannequin, the pressure plate sinking just enough for a green light to flicker and the elevator doors to open revealing a…

“Tunnel?” He questioned.

“Just move forward.”

“Shut! Up!” Keircey retorted. As small stage crew backs skated through the tunnel, a total of eight. Six of which would lift Amelia’s body and enter the other elevator that brought them to the current room. The other two surrounded Yufi and Koralia. A yellow light appeared from the small constructs eyes as they seemed to appraise The skills of the human and beast leaving behind a uncomfortable feeling. IMG_1700.png
“The hell?” Keircey asked.

“I can’t plan for everything Keircey, just like I didn’t plan for you to be a slippery rat when I pieced you back together before running away. Keircey elected to ignore Roy’s words. He seemed oddly temperamental now, if he didn’t know any better it seemed like Roy was experiencing mood swings now making him wonder if someone messed with his programming for it. Keircey told Yufi.

“If you think you are capable of getting along with someone consistently experiencing mood swings you have a talent.”


He gestured for the other two to follow through the hall. Keircey took some bottoms and tossed them on the ground.

“No cotton ball pits.” He spoke as he walked forward. Eventually, they made it to a door with a caution sign. Roy spoke over the intercom.

“Last chance to give up and leave the other direction. I don’t have much control or say should you choose to move forward.” there seemed to be a…hint of something in those words.
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The shark frowned, seeing Amelia simply drop, like a fly suddenly. "I told ya to try somethin'! That is what ya get for trying to pick and choose!" There was an audible scoff coming from her, clearly thinking that the human woman got what she deserved.

“Maybe I’ll be around to taste when you prepare it!” Koralia said loudly, aimed at Roy. “Well… at least if we don’t find ya…” That part left her lips almost like a whisper.

Tilting her head slightly as Yufi spoke, something which the woman said had picked her interest. “Ain’t much of a fan of your old man?” Waiting a few moments for the answer, she then would shrug. “Can’t say I have much of a contact with my folk. Been swingin’ the sword since I learned to walk.”

Still, being brought up in the Republic, she knew what sort of clothing was mentioning. “A tailcoat might work.” That comment was followed by Koralia looking at her own back, might thinking to increment her own clothing with a bit of ‘oomph’.

Eventually, as soon as the group give their own suggestions and modifications to the ensemble, Koralia would place the pieces onto the mannequin and, thankfully, that would end up revealing a passage moving forward.

“HAH! Look like we can already be some fancy-shmancy fashion people from Widersia or somethin’.” She blurted out, after already having seen some of the people dress in this weird country of science and steam.

Her expression, which had been one of happiness, thanks to her achievement quickly turned into a frown as one of the little mechanical bastards appraised her. “What the fuck?” She cursed, bearing her sharp teeth, before punting the automata away from her, after it had already concluded its job.

After releasing some of the anger on the poor construct, the mercenary would follow behind Keircey, predatory blue eyes darting left and right, ready to pounce anything that might end showing up. “As if we gonna go back after all this trouble! Tsk!” Clicking her tongue, she carried on behind Kiercey.

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"... Why are our companions dropping down like flies? First Mary in front of the elevator now her... Did you spike the food, Roy??? Cause except for Koralia she was the only one who ate something off the table..." Yufi asked Roy questioning reality itself for why two of her companions just dropped down unconscious like flies, but at least he was nice enough to throw them out of the building alive.
"You know what don't answer that I don't want to know. Since you are taking them out I shouldn't have doubted you."

"Hmm. I mean, would you like a father who essentially is selling you to his own superior so he can get more sway? And you neither love him nor even know him, and the superior in question is a massive pervert who treats women more like toys than actual people..."
Yufi explained to Koralia, not that she hoped the answer would satisfy the sharkwomen but she hoped she would at least understand her distaste for lack of better words to explain how much she wanted to rid herself of her own past life.

"You better pray Roy, that they only scanned the skills. Cause if they scanned anything else off of me then I will be mad, and you don't want a fight with a mad woman." Yufi said with a hint of anger and disgust aimed at Roy. Getting to know her skills was one thing, but some things she preferred to be secret, the usual womanly stuff, like the three sizes or other things as such.

At Keirceys words about Roy being someone with constant mood swings, she swung her head to look at him responding with a quite sarcastic tone. "I mean most women have mood swings anywhere from 3 to 7 days every 28 days or so... It's called menstruation Keircey, we can also experience it when we are under heavy stress. So I think I can handle someone with mood swings Keircey"
She then began following Keircey as he began walking down the tunnel stopping only at Roy's words, spotting one of the cameras she looked at it while saying.
"Oh~ is someone sad that they might not have friends to make and solve puzzles with after this point." Yufi said in a somewhat childish and mocking tone even letting her tongue out in a cheeky manner, before turning more serious and stretching her body a bit to prepare for what is to come.
"Don't worry about us, I am harder to kill than I look. And even if I die you wouldn't get rid of me that easily. I came back to life after dying once so why not a second time."
She said before standing besides Keircey and Koralia with her hand on her sword hilt ready to draw it at any sign of movement from the other side of the tunnel while still walking with the rest further in.
 

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