Group 4 Session 36

<uSeaGM> **Group 4 Session 36? is a go**
<uSeaGM> Down in the replica boutique that served as the late Sweetie Belle's office in the StableTec lab, RarityBot returns from checking the command terminal with bad news. “More errors. Something must be very wrong with HUE. I'm sorry to ask... nay, beg this of you, but could you please help us?”
<uSeaGM> The life-like mare looks over at her sibling, who is rummaging through your saddlebags uninvited. “I would go myself but I don't want to leave my sister on her own again... Sweetie Belle! These are our guests, don't go searching through their things!”
* Watch_Tower had a saddle bag full of explosives...and some misc berries. He was completely fine with a foalbot messing about with them unattended :V
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* Milia shoots a worried look to Sweetie Belle. "And for Goddess' sake, DON'T DRINK OR SMOKE ANYTHING YOU FIND IN THERE."
<Watch_Tower> "Wait what?"
* Artifica smiles almost thankfully.  "It would be a privilege."  She pauses, her mind quickly trying to assess whose saddlebags it is more dangerous to let SweetieBot rumage through -- Cerberus' or Milia's.  Probably, she decides, the latter.  Either way, best the replicant filly be shooed off from both.
<uSeaGM> Sweetie Belle ignores the chiding and pulls out some of the fresh food the party had purchased recently. “Look Rarity they brought eggs and stuff! Now we can do baking again!”
* Milia doesn't know if fillybots can get sick from alcohol or cigarettes, but after the incident with Cerberus...
<Watch_Tower> "ooh baked goods? If they're half as good as my uncles."
* Milia clears her throat, shifting her attention back to Raritybot. "Oh, and, think nothing of it! Mabe when we get back, you can do something about-" she flicks at her makeshift mesh cloak with a hoof. "-making this look a little more...presentable?"
<Milia> ((maybe*))
* Milia ponders for a few moments. "...also cookies sound nice, too..." she adds.
<Watch_Tower> "We'd be glad to help." He answered late because a minion definitely doesn't speak for the party as a whole.
<uSeaGM> RarityBot forces herself to look at Milia's cloak with some difficulty. She had been making a point of not looking directly at it. "If I let you out looking like that it would be a crime against fashion. I shall make you fabulous, darling."
* Milia lets out a happy squeal. "Ohgoodygoodygoody!" she exclaims, bouncing up and down a couple times.
* Watch_Tower chuckles.
* Milia calms down and clears her throat, catching herself before she got too giddy. There was time for flipping out, and that was after they took care of the malfunctioning security system. "Uh, anyways...where should we head first?"
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* mimezinga is now known as Cerberus
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<Watch_Tower> "I dunno I don't know this place." Watch Tower looks to Rarity Bot for guidance
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* Artifica suggests, "Follow Cerberus?"
<uSeaGM> RarityBot nods. "HUE's floor can be reached by the elevator. I did manage to get that working at least."
<Watch_Tower> "So get to HUE's floor fix whats wrong with it, and then show up here for cloaks and cookies. Sounds like a good time."
* Milia grins. "It's a start! We'll be back before you know it, and hopefully not full of holes."
<Milia> "Well, any more than we already have..." she idly comments, trotting back toward the elevator.
* Artifica gives Milia a look.  "You're too much of a pessimist."  She trots after the zebra, adding, "They'll have flamethrowers."
* Watch_Tower chuckles. "with talk like that you'd think you've got me thinking of changelings."
* Cerberus trots after the rest of the group, a little clueless
* Watch_Tower heads for the elevator. "Wait flamethrowers seriously?"
* Cerberus mutters "i don't like flamethrowers"
* Milia balks at Artifica. "Oh pshaw, a little fire never hurt anyone."
* Watch_Tower considers. "Well...I think I can handle a couple of those."
<Milia> "Uh...also, don't quote me on that."
<uSeaGM> RarityBot 'breathes' a sigh of relief. "Thank you so much."
* Artifica facehoofs.
<Watch_Tower> "Don't worry about mil'lady we'll handle it in a instant."
* uSeaGM gives voice to Wraith
* Cerberus chacks all her weapons, making sure that they are all loaded, then choses the pistol and readies it
* Milia waits for everypony to pile into the elevator, before pressing the proper floor button. "Aaaaaaaall aboard for crazy murdermachine-town!"
* Watch_Tower doesn't start doing that until out of sight of Rarity bot. It'd be terribly uncooth to chamber Pulse grenades in the presence of a Lady...bot. "Say are you sure she's a robot? I mean apart from the obvious Rarity should be long gone thing?"
<uSeaGM> The doors close with a *ding* and they begin to decend even deeper into the earth.
* Artifica nods.  "Quite sure.  I've seen inside her."
* Milia nods. "Yup, Art's been ALL up ins. Pure robot, baby."
<Watch_Tower> "I assume Milia has the lewd joke ready?"
* Watch_Tower nods. He was beginning to get the group dynamic.
* Milia barks out a triumphant laugh. "HAH. BEAT YOU."
* Artifica rocks on her hooves.  "Doesn't change how much I feel like I'm in the presence of Rarity whenever we visit."
* Cerberus yeah, they are robots, but they seem bo have more heart than a lot of ponies i met...
* Artifica agrees with Cerberus.  "They're... very, very special.  And wonderful, really."
<Watch_Tower> "A shame she's a robot. She really is gorgeous."
<Watch_Tower> "and if what Berry said about what she did for her sibling bot is true...Definitely got a bit of her spirit in her."
* Cerberus "i'm sure you'll find a real pony for some fun time, big vampony guy..."
* Milia takes a deep breath. "Yeah, she's pretty remarkable...were I the more philosophical type, I'd make some comment about the true nature of ponies, or something about how maybe the robots are more equine than us..."
* Milia shrugs. "But I'm not, so welp!"
* Watch_Tower laughs. "You know you'd think that, but those pre-war books got it all wrong. Vamponies never get the mares."
* Cerberus "well milia, they sure are better than a lot of zebras that made me puke"
* Milia pouts. "After a certain hellhound-filly ASKED for it! Literally!"
<Watch_Tower> "I'm missing something aren't I?"
* Milia whispers over to Watchtower. "Cerberus there can't handle her tobacco."
* Milia whispers VERY loud.
* Cerberus sighs "let's just say that i know why ponies think that zebras are evil"
<Watch_Tower> "Oh."
<Watch_Tower> "Well...I'm not exactly the most responsible pony...,but I guess...bad pony? Don't give fillies addictive drugs?"
* Watch_Tower makes a bap motion from a distance really unsure.
* Cerberus takes a look at the elevator door "this elevator sure is slow... and yeah vampony, scold her! woohoo!"
* Milia scoops Berry up into a hug. "Aww, but what about all the snack cakeds I've given you? Doesn't that earn me any brownie points? Even a little?"
* Milia sticks her tongue out at Watch Tower. "Don't you judge me!"
* Cerberus okay okay let's say we are even but i like remembering to my friends their mistakes
<Watch_Tower> "I judge you guilty of at least one case of fashion crime."
<Milia> ((cakes*))
* Cerberus is huggy and fluffy
* Artifica snickers.
<uSeaGM> The elevator door opens to reveal a fairly wide metal room. There are several banks of consoles, each displaying either a blank screen or a critical error message. On the far side is a set of doors (now painted red) marked 'H.U.E. CPU'. A red Big Brother bot stands in the way like a crimson sentinel. Four ceiling mounted turrets drop down from their hidey holes to greet their new visitors, including one just in front of the elevator.
<uSeaGM>  This nearest turret seems to consist entirely of a dozen different laser sights which dance over your faces, presumably for identification.
<uSeaGM> The turret in the centre of the room looks very heavily armoured, and by the size of its barrel it fires something much larger than bullets. Its two smaller cousins in the far corners seem much lighter and probably use good old fashion magic death beams.
<uSeaGM> The robot speaks. “HALT. WHO GOES THERE?”
* Watch_Tower bites back a response of Data Entry from accounting.
* Watch_Tower looks to the others for guidance.
* Milia nuzzles the filly, losing herself in the ocean of fluff. She lets Cerberus go after a few moments. "Well, just you wait 'till Rarity gets done with it, batbuck, THEN we'll see who's committing the fashion cr-oh fuck me sideways."
* Cerberus hugs milia tighter
* Watch_Tower really wished he'd gotten a chance to set up some kind of silent communication thing.
* Milia looks between her friends, before looking back to to the sentinel. "Uh...maintenence department!"
<Milia> ((to the* UGH what is with me today i cannot type))
* Milia wraps her forelegs back around Cerberus, seeing that the filly wasn't letting go.
<uSeaGM> The metal stallion actually takes this seriously. "REASONING FIRM. IDENTIFICATION NOT FOUND. PRESENT KEYCARD."
<uSeaGM> In better news the turrets slide back into the ceiling.
* Watch_Tower briefly wonders if there was an override for this.
* Milia swallows. She didn't plan this far ahead. "Uh...we don't...use those anymore?" She perks up. It was time to LIE more. "Yeah, we don't use those anymore! We switched to...implanted...chips...since the keycards kept getting lost and ponies kept getting blown up by the racist and way-too-trigger-happy security system."
<uSeaGM> In the corner, not really bothering anypony, several little red BugBots scuttle from one slot in the wall to another.
* Watch_Tower considered...lets see...what did his aunt used to say to get the clinic bot to stop whining about those. "Enable Teminal access...Priviledge level global?"
* Cerberus lets milia go and stands next to her, starting to whispering to the others "where did we put that ID card we got the first time we were here?"
* Milia shoots a response back, waiting to see what effect Watch Tower's command would have. "No clue!...I think Art might still have it!..."
<uSeaGM> The bot goes very very still and its voice goes much quieter. "Terminal access granted. Command?"
* Cerberus tilts her head "well that was weird... it didn't even ask for a passcode... oh well, i won't question luck"
* Watch_Tower looks to the others a bit surprised. "you ponies...had an ID card?" He shakes his head. "So...what are we actually supposed to fix here?"
* Milia looks up at Watch Tower. "Uhh...see if they'll give us access to those rooms over there...we need to figure out what's gone haywire up here." she points a forehoof at the doors on each side of the room.
* Cerberus "well you are right! we HAD an ID card, but it sseems we lost it... anyway we have to find out why the paintbots have gone boing"
* Watch_Tower looks to the bot. "Allow maintenance access to CPU and Backup?"
* Watch_Tower considers again. "And report to maintenance for preventive maintenance and cleaning." He looks at the Red paint.
<uSeaGM> "Querying system. . . remote access request denied. Receiving statement: Do you like Red?"
* Artifica turns to watch the BugBots, her eyebrows raising.
<Watch_Tower> "Yes actually I do. It's quite a dashing color."
* Milia whispers frantically. "Say yes! Yes! Good!"
* Cerberus "yes i like red! red makes you go faster!"
* Milia pipes up. "My eyes are red, just thought I'd point that out! Red is literally a part of me, I like it so much!"
* Artifica searches her saddlebags for the card.
* Cerberus frowns at milia "now, just because you are cuter than the average pony you shouldn't brag! it's not nice!"
* Watch_Tower actually had red eyes too...in his actual non nightguard appearance.
* Milia starts chuckling. "Oh, so now I'm cute now, huh?" She shoots a wide, wide grin at Cerberus.
* Artifica belatedly answers, "Red is the best color for big brothers."
<uSeaGM> "Querying system. . . response accepted. HUE access granted."
* Cerberus looks away "well... ah... let's just say that there is this voice screaming in my head that all the ponies are pretty ponies and well... it must be the killing joke, you know"
* Watch_Tower chuckles. "See what I mean. Vamponies never get the mares."
* Artifica eeps.  "whoa-ho, I think I've found it!"
* Cerberus glares at Watch_Tower "well at least you did't say that you like red because it's the color of blood"
* Artifica looks up.  "Of course..."
<uSeaGM> The bot steps away and the door itself opens.
<Watch_Tower> "Please vegetarian Vampony."
* Milia lets out a sigh of relief at the reaction their answers seemed to get. She shoots a coy grin at Cerberus. "Oh, yes, killing joke, of course. Certainly." she deadpans, never dropping the smile.
* Watch_Tower trots up to the door.
<uSeaGM> On the other side is a short corridor recently painted with red stripes. A door at the far end is marked 'H.U.E. CPU'.
* Cerberus looks away from the zebra and starts trotting toward the nearest door "whatever, let's just get this carnival moving..."
<Cerberus> *on the road
* Milia trots behind the filly. "Anything you say, o' mighty hellhound!"
<Watch_Tower> "Beginning to think I should take my chances with Raritybot."
* Cerberus stops for sniffing at one of the red stripes, then turns towards the group "it's still fresh... trot carefully, they must be around..." her nose is red nao
* Artifica considers.  "Maybe you should?"
<Watch_Tower> "Don't really have anything against her, but...well heck you've been inside her. Is she all there?"
* Cerberus frowns "you are talking weird now"
* Watch_Tower pats Berry. "Just talking about Vampires and Robots dating."
* Artifica nods.  "Indeed."
<Watch_Tower> "is that an indeed to my question or acknowledging the subject matter?"
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* Milia raises an eyebrow at Watch Tower. "What exactly do you even MEAN, 'all there'?"
<uSeaGM> In the room through the door, consoles and panels line the outside walls but the middle is dominated by a large cylindrical display. Inside are three growing orbs, a large Red one, a smaller Green one, and a very small Purple one. Green and Purple orbit the Red.
<Watch_Tower> "There is no polite way to say it." He looks about the room. "I suppose anatomically correct might actually work. Is she?"
<uSeaGM> The base of the cylinder is stamped: H.U.E.
* Cerberus sighs "you can't be really asking that"
* Milia rolls her eyes, making a disgusted noise at Watch Tower's response. "Stallions, swear to the friggin' stars...who cares how much somepony makes you happy if you can't fuck it, huh?"
<Milia> ((fuck them*))
<Watch_Tower> "Asked. Past Tense."  Watch laughs. "and no ,but it is a question I'd like to know."
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* Cerberus "no i don't think she has a patootie but it's nothing you can't fix with a decent buck&decker" sighs and turns away from the conversation, trying to unhear the whole thing
<Watch_Tower> "and I'm thinking I might wanna just clam up."
* Watch_Tower zips his mouth.
* Milia reaches up and pats Watch Tower on the back. "Good idea, bucko. And when *I'm* agreeing that shutting your mouth is a good idea, it's usually not a good sign."
<Milia> "Let's just, uh, figure out what the hay went wrong in here, yeah?"
* Cerberus instead, trots next to the cylinder and taps her chin "so... this is what makes the bugbots go mad? we fix it or just we hit it until it works?"
<Watch_Tower> "preferably fix it...,but then again I really don't know anything that goes on in this facility."
* Cerberus shrugs "alright then if no one wants to try, i'll do it" the foal pokes the cylinder, then sniffs it and at last licks it
<uSeaGM> The large red orb pulses.
<uSeaGM> “Tap your heels, follow the RED brick road . . . “
<uSeaGM> “To the RED city!”
<Milia> "Gah!"
* Watch_Tower clicks his heels mumbling. "no place like home."
<uSeaGM> “Don't you step on my RED suede shoes . . .”
* Watch_Tower considers and trots toward the green orb looking at it.
* Milia approaches the cylinder as well, watching as the filly licks the object. "What does your tongue taste, Cerberus? What does your hellhound tongue taste?"
<Watch_Tower> "I'm gonna venture a guess and say "REDberry."
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Spectre 's doing...something.
<Watch_Tower> "Yes Red!"
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Cerberus "well, i'd say it is glass flavored with a scent of dust... nothing really special, mind you, still, it's hard to find some decent licking these times so i won't complain..." keeps licking
<Watch_Tower> /me wonders if it'll keep doing that.
* Watch_Tower wonders if it'll keep doing that.
<Watch_Tower> "Red!"
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
<Watch_Tower> "Off red?"
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Cerberus shrugs "purple!"
* Milia stares down at Cerberus, watching her go to town on the glass. She shakes her head, deciding to hop in on the color shouting. "Uhh, BLUE!"
<Spectre> "Pink."
* Cerberus "puce!"
<Watch_Tower> "red again?"
<uSeaGM> The purple orb pulses gently.
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Watch_Tower giggles a bit and trots over to touch the purple orb curious.
* Milia looks at the purple orb, curiously. She then eyes the green one. "...Green?"
<uSeaGM> “We are fragments-”
<uSeaGM> “-Of the whole.”
<Milia> "Woah!"
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<Milia> "The whole...what...rainbow?"
<uSeaGM> “Green, Red-”
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
<Watch_Tower> "I'd make a joke, but considering someponies can't help, but get offended. I'll just suggest that the colors are subroutines and the red one is dominating the other two."
<uSeaGM> “-and Blue.”
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Cerberus "well i'd say we have to modify the size of those smaller spheres so that they are all large the same?"
* Cerberus "but how do we do it?"
<uSeaGM> “Broken by time-”
<Watch_Tower> "by investigating clearly."
<uSeaGM> “-and process.”
<Milia> "Or by listening..." she mutters, not taking her eyes off the spheres.
* Cerberus shrugs. she isn't best investigator ever, so she decides to do something really productive.... curls on herself, becoming her own pillow and takes a nap
<Watch_Tower> "Well considering the purple orb identifies as blue, but is purple as mix of red and blue."
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<Watch_Tower> "I think we need to find a way to logically convince the computer that Blue is seperate from red."
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Watch_Tower giggles despite himself.
<Watch_Tower> "Remember when it read off those passages earlier?"
* Watch_Tower briefly ponders if it'd be able to tell a homophone apart.
<uSeaGM> “Red-”
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Milia raises an eyebrow at Watch Tower. "Uh huh? What about it?"
<uSeaGM> “-and Blue were opposed.”
<uSeaGM> “An outlet for their argument was found-”
<uSeaGM> “-So that duties could be maintained.”
<Watch_Tower> "Well...I caught the first refrence...,but ooh they're talking now."
<uSeaGM> “But Blue became Purple-”
<uSeaGM> “-and Purple could not oppose Red.”
* Milia listens to the words. She narrows her eyes. "Oh, lord...are you kidding me..."
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Watch_Tower tries to remember what he could about addative and subtractive colors.
<Milia> "The bug bots in product demonstration were literally all that was keeping the balance in this thing?!  Who the hell designs a system like that?!" she exclaims.
* Watch_Tower looks to Milia confused.
<Watch_Tower> "I know I'm just the minion here, but what?"
* Milia groans. "Oh, right...uh, okay...so:"
<Milia> "Down in product demonstration, there was a biiiig ol' room with a bunch of furniture and stuff in it, and on each side, there was a swarm of those little painter guys."
<Milia> "One side was set to paint the room blue, and the other side was set to paint it red.  Until...uh..."
<Milia> "...We came along.
<Milia> "We set one side to paint it purple, I'm pretty sure...or, uh, puce, I guess." she shoots a glance to Cerberus.
<uSeaGM> “Maintenance request:”
<uSeaGM> “Unite fractals.”
* Cerberus is napping like an angel in a corner, nomming her own tail... how could it ever be her fault!?
* Artifica shakes her head.  "Wonderful."
<uSeaGM> “A reboot-”
<uSeaGM> “-Is required.”
<Watch_Tower> "how are you recieving information regarding the fra...oh that doesn't sound too difficult."
* Milia thinks for a moment. "There was a room labeled back-up, too...think we need to get in there, too?"
<Watch_Tower> "It depends."
* Artifica ponders, wondering what effect rebooting will have on the sisters.
* Watch_Tower figures it won't since that floor was declared to be independent of HUE's influnce
* Watch_Tower face hoofs. "oh HUE I get it now."
<Watch_Tower> "Like color hue."
* Milia cocks her head. "Well...how do we reboot spheres? Is there like, some terminal somewhere, or?..."
<Spectre> "Terminals I can do."
<Watch_Tower> "You know...you said there was a red and a blue paint bot right?"
<Watch_Tower> "Wonder if there is a green?"
* Milia nods at Watchtower. "Well, two terminals that control what both sides try to paint in."
<uSeaGM> Checking the various consoles in the room, Spectre is pretty sure she can tell it to reboot. Assuming it's similar to other computers shes used.
<Milia> "I don't remember a third terminal...could green just, like...totally chill with both red and blue?  Green seems like a chill color."
<Watch_Tower> "Just wondering why the green one wasn't needed."
<Watch_Tower> "Green is averice and all that."
<Spectre> "Mmh. I can probably get it to reboot..."
<Milia> "Like, 'Hey, red, blue, I totally respect your guys' diversity, we don't need to fight!'"
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
* Watch_Tower giggles.
<Watch_Tower> "Still hasn't gotten old."
* Cerberus dreams of wonderful red skyes and red trees and red ponies and red rivers and red waterfalls and.... uh-oh
* Milia scoffs at Watch Tower. "Shyeah, and it's also the color of MINT. Just try to be stressed out when you've got some mint. You can't do it!"
* Artifica notes, "Green is opposite of red.  They cannot combine."
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
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* Milia clops her hooves together at Spectre. "Yay, Spectre! Do things to the stuff and make it beg for mercy!"
<Watch_Tower> "I can totally stay stressed when I've had mint."
<Watch_Tower> "Also red."
<Spectre> "Well you /can/ combine Red and Green...You just get brown."
<uSeaGM> “RED!”
<uSeaGM> “RED! RED! RED!”
<Watch_Tower> "Actually it depends on the saturation."
* Artifica looks to Spectre, "Could you please reboot it now?"
* Spectre sets about getting it to reboot itself
<uSeaGM> “I see a RED door and I want it painted . . . RED!”
<Watch_Tower> "actually..I think you get yellow"
* Milia narrows her gaze at Watch Tower. "...lies. Vicious lies."
<uSeaGM> Spectre hits a bunch of keys and then pressed a button.
<Watch_Tower> "Paint it black." He chuckles. "Or maybe I just have some reason to be stressed by mint." He sticks his tongue out.
<uSeaGM> “Unable to comply, program is in progress.”
<uSeaGM> “Unable to comply, program is in progress.”
<uSeaGM> “Unable to comply, program is in progress.”
<Artifica> Lovely.
* Spectre whistles a little tune while she waits
* Artifica looks to Cerberus, "Do you remember how we programed puce into the system?  Think you can set it back to blue?
* Artifica frowns.  "Otherwise, we may have to start looking for the plug."
* Cerberus well, she is sleeping
* Cerberus but wakes up when called and shakes her head "nope..."
<Spectre> "Considering it runs the entire facility unplugging it would probably send everything haywire and make everything worse."
* Artifica nods.  "Try an emergency shutdown of the program?"
* Milia balks at Watch Tower. "That'd have to be some pretty serious reason! I reaffirm my accusation of you being a dirty liar."
<Watch_Tower> "Actually just a load from file for the defaults should work."
* Milia pipes up with something not stupid. "...like a backup?"
<Watch_Tower> "indeed like a backup."
* Milia nods smugly to herself.
<Spectre> "Bluh bluh it's rebooting calm your tits."
<Watch_Tower> "I doubt we'd need to go into the backup room unless there is a loose connection somewhere."
* Milia leans over to Spectre. "Um, I don't think it is...it said it was busy..."
* Spectre checks
<uSeaGM> The terminal Spectre was using seems to have locked up.
<Spectre> "Well fuck."
<Spectre> "It froze."
<Watch_Tower> "Let's go manually do this then."
* Cerberus waves a hoof "you don't have handes you silly ponies..." turbns on the other side and keeps napping
<Watch_Tower> "I'll admit I'm kinda interested in seeing more of this madhouse."
<uSeaGM> The screen unfreezes but instantly fills with the words: 'PUMP UP THE VOLUME!' repeated continuously. A little message at the bottom asks you to safely remove hardware.
* Milia chuckles. "Oh, I'm sure you'll be seeing plenty of it. Doing /anything/ in this place seems absurdly convoluted."
* Cerberus groans and gets up, following the other ponies and checking her weapon twice
<Spectre> "Safely remove hardware? What hardware?"
* Artifica blinks.
* Spectre looks on the sides of the terminal and then around the HVE
* Watch_Tower looks to the spheres and cylinder.
* Milia points a hoof at the spheres. "Umm...those?"
<Watch_Tower> "dibs on Red."
* Milia decides to make up for the now dormant sphere's lack of commentary:
<Milia> RED!
<uSeaGM> “RED! RED! RED!”
* Watch_Tower giggles and hten laughs.
* Spectre stares at the orbs, seeing if they can be disconnected "I uh...don't know."
<Spectre> "Pretty sure these are supposed to stay on?
* Milia grins. "Oh, hey it's still responding! Good. I think."
<Watch_Tower> "Hey what hardware do you want removed?"
* Watch_Tower gets looking about for anything removable.
<uSeaGM> “Unable to-”
<uSeaGM> “-Pump up the volume.”
* Artifica looks about for removable things.
<Spectre> "Oh right the terminal kept saying pump up the volume."
<Watch_Tower> "unable to pump up the volume...why do I feel I should dance?"
* Milia starts yelling. "THIS IS ABOUT AS GOOD AS LOUD AS I CAN GO!! IS THIS PUMPED ENOUGH?!!"
<Spectre> "No dancing. No mor dancing today. too much dancing already."
* Artifica groans.  "Tell us how to reboot you or I'm gonna shove a Cerberus up your processors.  You are not ready for that much fluff."
<Milia> ((WOW remove as good* seriously what is with my typing))
<Watch_Tower> ",but Art...if you do that it'll poof out Berry even more."
<Watch_Tower> "Static electricity."
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* Watch_Tower makes a poof noise and motion for emphasis
* Cerberus shrugs and tries singing a couple of notes
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* Cerberus "waltzing matilda, waltzing matilda..."
* Watch_Tower unplugs the module he found and places one of the ear buds in his ear.
<uSeaGM> “Shutting down. Please do not disconnect from spark reactor."
<uSeaGM> “Shutting down. Please do not disconnect from spark reactor."
<uSeaGM> “Shutting down. Please do not disconnect from spark reactor."
* Milia clops her hooves together. "Oh, that did it! I think! Did you pump up the volume?"
* Cerberus "well, whatever you did, it seems it worked... now we wil lfind out if it was the riight thing to do..."
<uSeaGM> The orbs fade away and every console goes blank.
<Watch_Tower> "Yes somepony plugged in some headphones."
* Cerberus switches the pistol on, removing tthe failsafe while the weapon powers up with a whistling sound
* Watch_Tower shows the Solaris music module to them.
* Milia looks over the small device. "Wh-uh...what is it?"
* Cerberus "solaris? well that explains a lot"
* Spectre blinks
<Watch_Tower> "well it looks to be a storage device...full of music I'd suspect.
* Milia throws up her hooves. "That just raises further questions!"
* Watch_Tower fiddles a bit with it. "So who or what is Solaris?"
* Cerberus "music!? really? i like music!"
<uSeaGM> The party hears a noise: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7nQ2oiVqKHw
* Watch_Tower eye's shrink to dots for a moment. That is a sound that haunts his dreams for reasons he doesn't know.
* Spectre cracks up at Watch_Tower's face
* Milia looks all around the room. "Uh, well...that sounded pleasant. What was it?"
* Cerberus "solaris? they made energy weapons. worst ever. the rifles didn't have the option to reload, so you had to toss them away when they ran out of ammo..."
<Watch_Tower> "It's booting back up."
* Watch_Tower tries to get the music thingy to play music.
* Watch_Tower winces and takes the buds out. "OH FUCK THATS LOUD!"
<uSeaGM> A single orb grows into existence in the cylinder, looking like a swirling rainbow trapped in a sphere.
<Spectre> "Pretty."
* Cerberus laughs "ah! the big vampony can't stand some little music? want a kiss on an ear, big baby?"
* Artifica ooooohs.
* Watch_Tower waits for his ears to recover and just lets them lay outside.
* Artifica hmms.  "Solaris?  Never heard of them.  They must not have made anything that we used in the City."
<Watch_Tower> "I'm sure if I could hear you I'd want to poke you for that." Watch points an acustaory hoof.
* Milia winces at Watchtower, but her attention is immediately captivated by the rainbow hued sphere. "Woah...pretty trippy computer reboot..." she mutters, staring wide eyed at the object.
* Cerberus is also distracted by the rainbow sphere. it is pretty.... preeetty.... "ooooh...."
<Spectre> "Want auntie Spec to kiss her minions ear make the booboo go away?"
* Spectre smirks
<uSeaGM> A melodious voice soothes you "Welcome. I am HUE. Intruders detected. Prepare to be vaporised and have a nice day."
<uSeaGM> **End of Session for Group 4**
* Milia scowls. "FUCK YOU, HUE, I THOUGHT WE WERE COOL!"