return to what you must do

[immortalia]

Characters: Sertoria Cani and YOU.
Setting: Room 1-03, Cafeteria, Floor 15, Third Block through Sixth Block.
Format: Action, but I can match.
Summary: Sertoria returns to the tower and decides to return straight to work.
Warnings: Possible feels...?

[ Room 1-03 ]

[ Those in the room can find a blond-haired android laying down in the bed as if she's asleep. Her eyes slide open and she sits up, looking around. Okay, this wasn't Quaeda. She was in the...

Oh, in Joshua's name--

Sertoria allows an irritated growl to come forth from her mouth before running a hand through her hair. She stretches her limbs before standing up and looking around, feeling her head. So, her headset was still there as well as her visor. She places a hand around her neck and feels her restraint while noticing there was one on her wrist as well. So her equipment was there, but she felt awfully light... ]

Check current storage specifications.

Current storage reveals basic specifications for unit. Unit CXEV5001 does not carry any weaponry... Current storage scan is complete.

[ Sertoria leans down to her chest, noting her photo album, operating manual and her trusty gunblade as well as the hilts of her sword and rifle. She presses a button on her arms and one on her leg to store her weaponry before they just disappear.

She takes another glance down at herself before noticing that she was just in her tunic. She takes her dusty, tattered robe and adjusts it slightly.

Oh, wait. She might have roommates. Oops. ]

Ah--hello. Pardon me, I did not mean to disturb you. If you have not seen a robot before, please note that I've come in peace. I do not wish to harm you.

[ And a smile! ]

[ Cafeteria ]

[ Even though Sertoria knows she cannot process it, she knows that the tower could be unforgiving. So, she's sitting down at a table and eating (well, slurping) the oatmeal like a good girl. She cannot taste it, so she's spared the misfortune of ever knowing what it tastes like. ]

...I do not see what is so bad about this.

[ Maybe it's because you're unable to taste it, Sertoria. ]

[ Floor 15 ]

[ Upon entering the workshop, Sertoria strolls through the area. It's clear she's not the lightest of people, since every step she takes is weighted due to the frame she was designed with. She's hoping to see Doc here, but if she can't, then that's fine. She can wait to hopefully see him again. ]

...Um. Doc, are you here? It is me, Sertoria. It's been a while!

[ Please don't let her be wrong here. She was in her hellhole of a world for a while. It would be nice to see a friend after so long. ]

[ Third Block Onwards. ]

[ Sertoria has figured it out that the tower has gotten bigger, and as such, her external and internal maps should get updated. She's sketching down everything she can ahead of time and memorizing it with her infinitesimal data bank. She can be approachable as she's opening the doors to several rooms, but never staying inside long enough - her ocular sensors take care of that much. ]

...How many floors are there...? [ She quietly mutters, tapping a pen against her cheek in thought, quietly humming before returning to work. Looks like the work here is never done! ]

Comments

[puppy_lancer]

[He has to raise an eyebrow at her.]

Are you sure you're okay here? You went really weird just now.

[immortalia]

That was my diagnostic program speaking. It tends to do that sometimes, especially when there is a flaw in my programming.

[puppy_lancer]

It's...uh...a pretty big surprise to hear about, right. Was pretty shocking for those of us who got to watch too.

[immortalia]

It was broadcasted?

[ If Sertoria had a stomach, it would definitely feel sick right now. ]

[puppy_lancer]

All over the network. It was...bloody.

[immortalia]

Oh, I believe I will be sick...

[puppy_lancer]

[He reaches out and, while he doesn't actually touch her, he's ready to steady her if she shows any sign of falling over.]

S-sorry!

[immortalia]

[ Sertoria places her head in her hands, moving the half-eaten bowl of oatmeal to the side. This is a lot of information to process in such a short amount of time. She braces herself against the table and shakes her head slowly. ]

...Do you mind escorting me to my room so I may sleep this off?

[puppy_lancer]

I won't mind.

[He quickly stands up and offers his arm to her.]

[immortalia]

[ She grabs on to his arm slightly tighter than normal before standing up. ]

Thank you.

[puppy_lancer]

[He nods.]

Ready?

[He'll start walking as soon as she says yes.]

[immortalia]

Yes.

[ She'll walk as soon as he starts moving, still holding her head in her hand while supporting her weight on his arm. ]

I am sorry, I do not know what came over me.

[puppy_lancer]

...It's okay. It's a lot to take in.

[He hesitates for a second, and then gives her a headpat.]

[immortalia]

[ Her eyes travel up to the hand on her head, staring at it for a few moments. ]

I..suppose it is.

[puppy_lancer]

[He continues walking with her.]

Go ahead and take it easy. I'm sure you can ask about all the weird stuff happening later on the network.

...The people answering might explain better than I can.

[immortalia]

...Yes. That sounds like a good idea when my processor is not overloaded.

[ She rests her head slightly on his shoulder, even if it may feel heavy. ]

My room is 1-03.

[puppy_lancer]

[He goes over to the elevator and presses the up button. He hopes that it won't take too long.]

At least your room's close to the elevator. You won't have too long to walk.

[immortalia]

[ Thankfully, she's not too heavy for the elevator. She, too, hopes it won't take too long. ]

That is good. Thank you for helping me with this, Lancer.

[puppy_lancer]

You're welcome. It's no trouble.

[Plus, it's sort of his fault, being so blunt.]

[immortalia]

I will have to repay you for this one day, if you do not mind.

[puppy_lancer]

Sure. Do whatever you think makes up for it.

[immortalia]

What do you like?

[puppy_lancer]

Well...it's only a simple thing, helping you to your room. So how about something simple in exchange?

[immortalia]

Perhaps I can make you a meal in exchange? I cannot promise I will be a good cook, but the effort is there.

[puppy_lancer]

A...hand-made meal? Well, I can't say no to such a thing from a pretty lady!