second; but you don't realize it yourself

[polyheroic]

Video;

[So, since no one discouraged spamming the network, Rose is posting, again. This time, she's indoors, at a shiny new apartment.]

Sooo, hey. I figure, I'm new here, some of you are new here, some of you are old hats, whatever. We should break the ice! And by that I mean I'm super bored. So. I'm having a party! Matisse, Genessia City, Room 102. Best way to break in a new apartment, right? Right. I've got snacks, soda, movies, and most importantly, we're gonna have a bunch of rounds of Truth or Dare and stuff like that. Everyone's invited as long as you have your magic pendant-y thingy. Don't think too hard about that part, please. See you soon! I hope? Seriously, everyone should show up, please.

Action;

[Rose has, true to her word, gotten a big party setup going in her apartment. Soda, snacks, etc of various types are around, she's got a bunch of extra chairs, the apartment is clean, there's some movies playing in the background for noise, and now she's just waiting for people to arrive.

If you arrive very early, you might hear her muttering to herself:]

Was this a mistake after all, are people really going to come, it's going to suck if I bought all this and no one shows, but it's probably fine, people here are friendly, but maybe....

[... Yeah.]

Comments

[robodorable]

Erm. Some of them are very strong peppers.

Would you want some water?

[om_nom_namur]

[His voice is more a squeak.]

Yeah, water'd be good.

[He scrubs at his face with his sleeve, wiping the tears from his eyes. It gives him time to get his voice under control.]

Holy shit I can feel flavors on my tongue. That never happens.

[robodorable]

[And there it is.]

Note to this unit, be careful with that bet...

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur takes it gratefully, dumping the whole cup into his mouth in one go. Does Essei sense a pattern here? He coughs, wipes his eyes again, then says thickly.]

A'ight, yer turn. Truth or dare, sweetheart?

[robodorable]

... Going to go with truth this time.

[om_nom_namur]

Hmm. If someone was gonna take y' on the most perfect damn date y' can 'magine, what would y' be doin'?

[robodorable]

...

[DOES NOT COMPUTE DOES NOT COMPUTE IMPROVISE IMPROVISE GUESS SOMETHING]

Er. A peaceful lakeside, a nice large tent, and time to relax seems like the first part...?

[om_nom_namur]

Jus' the first though, huh? What's part two?

[robodorable]

... This unit isn't used to thinking about this, as it is not designed to think in terms of its own desires on a deeper scale...

[om_nom_namur]

Oh. Seriously?

A'ight, what kinda shit're y' programmed t' think 'bout?

[robodorable]

This unit is designed for combat support - capable of directly fighting, but more importantly skilled at healing the wounds of allies, preventing combat ailments, and treating their mental state.

Thus, this unit's own desires are a secondary concern, more about the comfort of this unit seeming more human than as a primary motivation.

[om_nom_namur]

Gonna get bored as hell 'round here. Ain't 'zactly like we's in a war, catch me? What're y' s'posed t' do if there ain't fightin' an' shit happenin'?