>>32465687
>Wake up Alex and get ready for the Neo-Victorian Youth Robot Show

>>32465687
Wake up Alex, then Morgwyn. I believe we still need to paint the Arm, and do some touch up.

>>32465687
Wake up Morgwyn to clean us and the bed up, and we need to get the arm all finished by this afternoon.

>>32465687
Wake up Alex first so we can get a jump on preparations for the day, then wake Morgwyn and address the state of our room while waiting for Alex to finish washing up.

>>32465687
Wake up Morgwyn first

>>32465687
Kiss Alex awake.

>>32466061
Seconding

>>32465687

Yeah change Mine
>>32465723
to
>>32466061

>>32466061
Let's do it.

He clearly needs to be turned on again since he's secretly a gynoid

Half of any show is presentation, and as servicable as your unnamed arm is you need to make it worth looking at as well.
Waking up Alex seems to be quite the chore. The suspiciously dickless boy just makes little hums when you try to rouse him out of sleep, passively ignoring you. When you pull the sheets loose of him, he merely rolls over onto his back with with his belly in the air. The light of the morn peeks in through your curtains, casting a shine over the white stains on his lightly tanned belly. His shirt is pulled up revealing tiny little nips and his pants tugged down showing his tiny girly bits.

Without many other options, your childish mind determines to try what has always worked for you with Morgwyn. You lean over Alex's face and clamp your lips over his, prodding into the roofs of his mouth...
A strong hit to the stomach shoves you off of him, and you tumble backwards onto your sheets, "I'M AWAKE! I'M AWAKE!" Alex yells as he hops up onto his feet defensively, pulling his shirt down with one hand and his panties up with the other.

"Good morning..." You greet him, clutching at your gut.

"Don't do thaaaat Martini!" Alex flops back down onto his bum, arms crossed. His face is red all over, "Ah, that's embarrassing..."

You twist yourself around and move to turn on Morgwyn next...

My apologies, my computer crashed and it took a bit for me to start it back up.

"Good morning, Young Master." Morgwyn greets you simply when you start her up. She gives the room a glance over, before settling her eyes on your bed, "Did you urinate in your sleep Young Master?"

"No Morgwyn." You deny her assumptions. She shifts her glassy eyes over to Alex, who shakes his head left and right.

Morgwyn leans over your bed. She didn't change out of her uniform after you got back and the lines where her cleavage connects to her body hover just before your eye-line. She runs the pointer finger of her right down where your stains sank deepest before bringing them suddenly to her mouth...

"I have analysed the foreign substance. It is composite 64% male semen, 30% female ejaculate and 6% body sweat." Morgwyn nods her head, "Should I clean your sheets, Young Master? I'd estimate a rough 42% contamination."

"Male se-" Alex starts to speak before suddenly cutting off; his face lights up redder than before. He lifts up his shirt with both hands and peeks onto where your colours cling to his body, "Ah... eew... I need a looong shower..."

You could probably use one too. Still, the sooner you wash up the sooner you're back at work. A quick rinse could probably have you presentable if you wanted to save time.

"I'm uuh, going in first..." Alex begins to slink away. He didn't bring a change of clothes did he?

>What will you do now that you've awoken them?

>>32466540
since Morgwyn is getting our bed clean lets get Alex a change of clothes from Dolly then start fine tuning/painting

>>32466540
We can't stay dirty like this! We need to get clean soon...since Alex is our guest, he should shower first. Perhaps Morgwyn has an alternative solution for cleaning up?

>>32466540
Let Alex shower first and have Morgwyn find some clothes for him after she's finished with the bed linen.

>>32466540
>Obviously to save water and time, we offer to bath together in our large bathtub with Alex.

>>32466576
I second this and once Alex is done showering we shall shower.

>>32466540
See if Alex is up to tandem showering.

>>32466576
Seconding, with a shower after.

>>32466576
On the off-chance Dolly's picked up on the reality of the situation, we should at least lay out something simple from our closet as an additional option in case she decides to lay out something girly. Dolly's nice enough, but maybe a little bit too straightforward.

And damn, give Alex a little bit of space. Just wait for the shower to be free and either help Morgwyn clean up or get a jump on fine-tuning.

>>32466576
Seconding. As much as i want to join Alex in the shower, sex will have to wait until after we win the robotics competition so time is precious.

"I'll go get you a change of clothes then." You tell Alex as he exits the room, he just gives you a little nod in response. "Morgwyn, change the sheets. I'm going to get a change from Dolly." You tell your waifu who gives you a bow before she begins rolling up your covers...

You knock on Dolly's door, but receive no answer. Hendrick has a habit of sleeping in until noon but Dolly is usually up within this hour. It can't be long until she gets up to make breakfast...
Hey, come to think of it. How in the world does Dolly get up to make breakfast any ways if Hendrick is still asleep at this time?

You enter Dolly's room, it doesn't have a lock. The flooring and walls are just like yours, but the contents of the place are fairly different. Somewhat morbid-looking, waifu body parts lay all across the carpet. Arms, legs, and other bits. Dress stands hold Dolly's many outfits up, and a few of them look boyish enough for Alex's tastes. He doesn't seem to mind baggy any ways.

Dolly herself lays on a bed at the far end, a fairly luxury looking piece. When you approach you can see that her head sits above her body, but remains unattached on her pillow. Her eyes are closed and she doesn't breath, but that's about what you expected. A pair of numbers lights up through the skin on her chest; 10:12... 10:11... 10:10...

Speaking of chests, unlike Morgwyn it seems Dolly has all her parts. Perky brown breasts, and a puffy mound.

>What will you do?

>>32467062
Poke it?

>>32467062
Turn her on.

>>32467062
It appears she is on a timer. Better find some clothes, or wait until she wakes up

>>32467062
Let's just get some of the more boyish clothes for Alex, get ourselves looking presentable and get to work on our project.

We can play with Dolly later

>>32467062
Aha! A timer. We could probably just borrow something unannounced, but it's more considerate to ask in person.

Would the switch still be on the roof of her mouth even though her head's detachable? We could wait 10 minutes, sure, but it'd be better to make sure we've got everything in order by the time Alex is out of the shower.

This calls for an investigation. The timer is probably adjustable on the main body, since that's where the display is. Now, what on the chest could serve as a way to adjust the wake-up timer... It'd need one to increase the timer and one to decrease it, of course.

Or we could investigate for the master on/off switch as well.

>>32467062
Briefly compare Dolly's mound to Alex's dick-lacking area.

>>32467249
Second

>>32467249
Using 11-year-old logic, the usual on/off switch is in the mouth, right? So Dolly's would probably be similarly hidden within an opening. The caps on her breasts certainly look like the dials on an old radio or television.

The boy in you tells you to explore Dolly's body. The roboticist in you tells you to explore Dolly's body. It seems that your mind is all in one place.

You peek your eyes close into the puffy piece between Dolly's legs, on closer examination you can just barely see thin lines. The parts that define her a lady appears to be detachable; you give it a poke to see if her body reacts. Your finger squishes the skin softly, but Dolly lays still, not twisting the way Alex did...

You climb up the side of the bed, even in her sleep the robot before you has a smile plastered over her face. Wonder if she dreams about electric sheep? The number on her chest keeps ticking down, 9:20... 9:19...
You pinch a hold of her nipples, which are sticking out like dials. Twisting your fingers around to see if the number adjusts. The number continues dropping at the normal speed, but a change occurs between your finger tips. Dolly's nipples grow when you twist them clock-wise, and they shrink when you twist them counter. It seems that she was already set to her low-cap, but you see to discover how far she can go. You twist them out as far as you can and they stand little more than an inch in the air. You tug to try and get some extra distance out...

Splat. A spurt of white hits you in the face. It's cold... is this milk?

You twist her back to her size, it'll be bad if she sprung a leak or something...

Green is 'wut do' but go ahead and post. I will adjust as I write.

>>32467062
I really want to have Martini play with Dolly, I really do.
But willing that competition, and putting Marisse in her place, is just too big of a payoff for me to ignore.
Just grab some clothes for Alex, and get back to finishing our project.

>>32467533
Well obviously, we need to taste it and see if it is milk. And wipe it off so nobody notices.

>>32467533
I am suddenly interested in where all the milk in the house comes from...

>>32467533
Well, I guess she is a maid, so that makes sense.

Where else would a timer adjustment panel be?

>>32467533
>Dolly's nipples grow when you twist them clock-wise, and they shrink when you twist them counter.
See? Investigation's bearing fruit already! If we're able to apply this principle to our hand tool's elements, it means we only ever require a slot for one tool of any given type; just twist a dial or somesuch to resize them, and then lock it when they reach the desired width.

Saves a ton of space on different sizes of all kinds of wrenches, screwdrivers of assorted heads, and so on and so forth if it's a plausible implementation in the time we've got left.

You lick the fluid off your face. And you don't have to be Morgwyn to conclude that it's 100% milk. Or at least, whatever passes for milk in The Age of Processed Foods. You reach for Dolly's sheets to clean up the drips on her chest, but it might be bad if they started smelling. Maybe your hands will be enough to wipe it off? Or you could just lap up the rest.

When you touch the number between Dolly's chest after giving most her soft body a quick inspection, arrows pop up above and below each digit. It seems there's an external adjustment after-all. You press on the arrows to try and adjust them downwards to just a few seconds, but when you go to confirm it an error returns: 'Unknown user. If you own this waifu please remove your gloves or wash your hands before trying again.

So close... the timer is at 5:42... 5 minutes and 42 seconds too long. Dolly probably won't mind if you just grab some clothes off the stands, if she even notices. Why, with all the pieces she leaves laying around she probably wouldn't.
Then again if you reeeeeally had to ask, you could turn her on the old fashioned way. Maybe her body will be lagging behind, but if her head turns on with a kiss she can give you the yes or no. You do have clothes in Alexs size though if you decide to just leave Dolly alone.

>How will you clean up the milk? What will you do now?

>>32467741
Let's just use our own clothes.

>>32467741
>Lick up the milk
>Find some clothes

>>32467741
Lick it off. Wouldn't do to get clothes dirty so early in the day.

Take the clothes, and take her head so that we can ask her when she gets online.

>>32467807
Second

>>32467741
I should probably ask

>What kind of outfit are you getting?

>>32467848
Something cute? But also something that a girly boy or tomboy girl would wear.

>>32467741
>Lick Milk off of Dolly
> Get clothes without waking up Dolly. Tell her later that we borrowed some clothes off of her when she was asleep
> Boyish Clothes for Alex

>>32467848
I'm so tempted to say something girly...

But let's just go with one of the boyish ones

>>32467848
get a bunch of girly and boyish clothes
let the Alex choose

If you use your hands you'll just spread it around, and you certainly can't wipe her off with her own blankets. You lean in forward and kiss your lips to the side of Dolly's breast, lapping at the drips of milk with the tip of your tongue. Without removing it, you bring your mouth all over to carefully collect each sliding drop.
You pull your head back and give her a look over, it seems like you did pretty good work there. The shine of your saliva will fade off quickly and it shouldn't leave a smell right? Though, the raised faucet from where the milk dispensed still holds a drop at the tip. Never leaving a job undone, you hover over Dolly's peaks before putting your mouth on her nips. Suckling on shortly before pulling yourself off.
Giving your mouth a wipe, you move on to the job at hand...
You can tell Dolly later, right now you just borrow a boyish outfit and a pair of panties from one of her stands before making your way back to your room to grab a change for yourself before heading to the bathroom...

At the door of the bathroom, you can hear the shower running on the other side. Just barely you can hear Alex singing Saturday morning cartoon openings under the running water.

The shower stops and you take that queue, "I brought your change Alex!" You yell through the door.

"Ah sure, just bring them inside." Alex answers you, and you push through the door...

He's drying his hair off with your towel when you enter, not paying any regard for the rest of his body that drips wet and nude in front of you. His tan is unevenly placed all over.

"D-don't stare." Alex grumbles to you, but doesn't make any effort to cover up. You hand him the clothes before stepping forward to the shower and he begins to slip on the underwear, sticking his butt in your direction when he raises his lithe leg to stick it through the hole...

"I'll wait for you out there then." The loose short sleeved shirt goes on over his head, finishing his change. It's not exactly boys clothes, but Alex doesn't seem to mind. The shorts cling a little tightly to his waist but as long as it's not a skirt it's male enough for him. You undress after Alex exits the bathroom and take your bath...

When you return to the laboratory, you can hear Dollys hums while she makes breakfast. Morgwyn and Alex have set out your workspace with paints and brushes already and the arm is waiting for you to put on the finishing touches.

>What kind of finishing touches do you want on the arm?

>>32468461
Paint it with flames

Flames are cool

>>32468461
I still think we need either an AI module or a wifi connection in there to properly fit into a robotics competition.

Also, is burnished chrome the 'in' look this year, or red/gold paint?

>>32468461
We are a little kid, so a cool paint job, also have Alex give suggestions or help.

>>32468515
When is Red/Gold not in for robotics?

>>32468461
Tell Dolly about the clothes first. Especially since we're working with paint afterwards.

>>32468515
We already have wi-fi, don't we? Though a waifu/husbando AI would be cool indeed.

>your waifu is literally your right hand

>>32468461
Paint the arm cobolt blue

>>32468643
What about Cobalt Blue with Flames?

>>32468703
Yes. Yes, that will do nicely.

>>32468703
Yes perfect

>>32465687
Martini should've made a non-combat Mega Buster, tool-copying and everything.

"WE'RE BORROWING YOUR CLOTHES DOLLY!" You yell over to the kitchen before joining Morgwyn and Alex.

"Sure, just don't get it penisy now alright?" Dolly says, whatever penisy means.

"Paint it red and gold!" Alex says, waving a thankfully undipped paint brush at you, "You'll look like Ironman!" Although many classic super heroes had devalued over the years, Ironman managed to stay relevant through the ages.

"I was thinking cobalt blue." You remove the plating on the arm and begin to work on colours.

"WITH FLAMES!"

"Sure. With flames." You point over to the red paints and Alex hops over to prepare it for you.

"Young Master, be careful of the wires." Morgwyn picks up the interior part and sets it onto a nearby box.

You think Morgwyn and she bows. Edward chirps happily...

The painting is done and it's looking pretty sleek. Those art courses your mother put you through might've been awfully long and awfully devoid of actually arting, but you do have some skill to show for it. Alex makes gun noises and action movie sounds behind you, you have to warn him not to touch the paint.

"What will we be doing in the mean time, Young Master?" Morgwyn peeks at you. You look over to the interior parts thinking over additional features you could add... when you catch notice of the box underneath it.

'Personality Cores'. Hm... you open the box and have Morgwyn hold the arm interior, peeking inside...

>>32469001
Something 'butlery', like Alfroid, or a Jarvis-type.

Differently coloured metallic drives sit around disordered. You could probably pull them apart and attach the most important pieces to your invention. Vague words are scrawled into their metal frames, and a few of the ones you catch right away include 'Professional', 'Valley Girl', and 'Snarky.' Of course, there're plenty more beneath those. You pick one up at random and browse over it...

"What're you thinking of Young Master?" Morgwyn peeks over your shoulder and as you turn to her, Edward chirps into your ear. You drop the core and it bounces a few paces; Alex picks it up.

"What's this?" Alex looks at the plug on it peeking around.

"They're basic programs to define waifu personality." You explain to him.

"Oh cool, are we putting one into the hand!?" Alex hops in his socks.

You look over your options thinking carefully, it'll be harder to change it out on this than with a waifu...

"You can test them out on me first if you'd wish, Young Master." Morgwyn tells you.

>What kind of personality core do you want to install in the arm? Do you want to test any out on Morgwyn first?

>>32469166
We're trying to WIN this competition.
Let's go with Professional or Helpful.

>>32469001
>Edward chirps happily...
Hey! You remembered Edward this time! Haha!

>>32469166
>Snarky
Nothing better than a robo-voice that's willing to take shots at you. I suppose we should test it on Morgwyn first, just to make sure it's enjoyable snarky and not asshole snarky.

>>32469166
Snarky

Yes

>>32469166
add a Butler-ish one in
don't test any on Morgwyn

>>32469166
Professional

>>32469166
Valley Girl. Let's test out Valley girl on Morgwyn to see what it's like

>>32469206
>>32469210
I will agree with Snarky ONLY if to test on Morgwyn. Not to install permanently in her or the Arm.

>>32469166
>Professional

>>32469166
"Professional" is probably a good bet, but I'd have hoped for something more like "analytical" instead. We're mostly looking for something to function as a go-between for the user and outside sources of information, so having a personality installed that knows when something (a potentially dangerous over-wound spring, or a high-pressure tank or the like) is worth interrupting for rather than just following instruction would be useful.

Snarky's fun, but there'd be nothing worse than trying to repair something delicate while your TOOLBOX is shit-talking you the whole time. Testing it out for kicks might be interesting, though it'd be a shame if the modular personality took hints from it somehow rather than developing organically.

>>32469263
"Val, give me an 8/10 ring socket."
"Sure, I can, like. totally do that."

Would this break any of the comp rules? We didn't program the waifu ourselves, after all. Then again we didn't smelt the metal or insulate the wire ourselves, but it's worth checking, I think.

>>32469213
Morgwyn with a butler personality? I... think I need to cool down a little.

>>32469413
So long as we present the tool as-is and make it clear that a pre-existing personality core is simply being used for demonstration purposes to showcase the feature (optional interchangeable AI), it should be fine.

Personality parts are as much parts as anything else, something built from the ground up would likely do you well for show but you won't be getting in any trouble for using them.

"Morgwyn, try these out." You pass her the Valley Girl piece. She sticks it underneath her tongue and closes her eyes...

"Heeeey there, like, what's up?" Morgwyn sounds off when her eyes open up again, she leans over on one of her hips sticking her palms on it.

"How're you feeling Morgwyn?"

"Like, totally great Young Master!"

"Are all your memories still there?"

"Duh. As if I'd be messed up by a little thing like this."

"She's kind of annoying..." Alex mumbles.

"Well sooooorry Alex, goooood. I'll just like, go back to normal then." Morgwyn's eyes roll up and she sticks her tongue out, reaching her fingers underneath it to remove the drive, "Should I continue testing pieces, Young Master?"

You pass her the Snarky drive and she puts it in...

"How is it Morgwyn?" You ask.

"It feels absolutely amazing. Like an ice cream sundae served by a pile of baby kittens."

"Really?" Alex peeks up.

"No, I'm a robot and I don't feel." Morgwyn coldly answers.

"Are you working?" You watch Morgwyn's shoulders drop, she lets out an exaggerated sigh.

"Obviously. I'm talking to you after all."

"We should probably make her normal again..." Alex crosses his arms and shakes his head.

"Yeah, because you're both reeeeeal normal compared to me." She opens her mouth again and you remove the piece...

>>32469670
>"Yeah, because you're both reeeeeal normal compared to me."

Ah, good to know snarky Morgwyn is capable of recognizing how messed up both of us are.

>>32469670
>"Yeah, because you're both reeeeeal normal compared to me." She opens her mouth again and you remove the piece...
that one actually kinda hurt, Morgwyn...

>>32469670
...yeah, no. We want to win the competition, not be laughed out of it.

>>32469670
BRIAN BLESSED personality mod?

BRIAN BLESSED personality mod.
Do it OP. Do it

>>32469670
>Morgwyn's eyes roll up and she sticks her tongue out, reaching her fingers underneath it to remove the drive
L-lewd. This is an ahegao face she's making, right? Please tell me she makes an ahegao face when her part is removed.

You take the Professional piece and stick it into Morgwyn, might as well see how it plays out, "Respond, Morgwyn?"

"Yes Young Master. What would you like for me to say." It doesn't seem to be too different from the usual her.

"Uuuh... give me a run-down on any changes."

"Of course, right away Young Master." Morgwyn takes a bow with an arm hanging out in front of her, the other folding flat behind, "I would describe this core as having a performance more in-line with the service of a helper or perhaps a butler as opposed to an office worker. I do believe you might be happy with it for competitions purposes."

It seems promising enough...

"Young Master, I recall that you and your guest have not had breakfast yet. I shall make ways to prepare it right now, would you prefer red or white wine?"

"Dolly is already making breakfast Morgwyn..."

"Then perhaps I may give you a foot rub in the mean-time? Iron out your coats? Pick the lint off your clothes?"

"Please... please remove the personality drive." You tell Morgwyn, and she places her hand in front of her face and the drive slides out smoothly onto her palm...

"Try this one!" Alex runs over and jams the stick he picked up into her mouth. She pauses while it sets in. "Hey hey, Morgwyn, how you feeling?" Alex sings.

"Why I'm feeling like a five dollar credit Alex!"

"Only five?"

"You can't get too wrapped up in money, a million bucks might make you happy but five dollars will always get me a pack of gum!" What is this...

>>32469802
This is the street term for one of an early batch of the "Jovial" mod that mistakenly used faulty volume control modules that were stuck permanently at "Bombastic".

>>32469859
It would be appropriate for the valley girl

"You can't chew gum Morgwyn." You tell her, watching Edward reposition himself from her head onto the tip of her finger.

"It's not about chewing it Young Master, it's about the childish joy you get when you run down to the candy store and pay for something with your own money. When I was a child, nothing meant more than the tiny happiness you earned on your own."

"That's... okay Morgwyn. You were never a child though." You watch her confused.

"She's kinda funny." Alex giggles.

"I've always been a kid at heart. Excited about discovering new people and meeting new places. You know what, we should go scale the clock-tower with a hook and some ropes, I bet it'd make for a great adventure."

"Okay, but first give me that drive." You give Morgwyn the order and she spits it out onto her hand, holding it out to you. She doesn't have any saliva but you still feel kind of awkward taking it; you place it behind you without reading over the name...

You saw a few examples, but you should probably install one. You can make adjustments where you wish too, it might look good for the competition if you do.

>What personality will you install in the arm? What name will you give it?

Sorry, I'm not really familiar with Brian Blessed so I was working off of a Google search. Praise Google.

>>32470087
Professional.

>>32470087
>Brian Blessed/Jovial/Bombastic

>>32470087
Professional

it's alright, I think you captured it quite well.

>>32470087
Professional, but scale back the subservience a bit, keep it helpful and able to provide advice.
See if we can make it so that it only makes suggestions upon request.

>>32470087
Alright, enough fucking around. Professional Mod in the arm.

Name it Armstrong

As for BRIAN BLESSED Mod... Good enough for me. Well done OP

>>32470087
None for now. All of these are a bit too much for a helping arm.

>>32470087
Professional was a little bit overbearing in its servility, but it's still probably the most practical option of the ones we tested. Would be nice if it could be toned down a little, though.

Having your own arm pester you about giving you a foot-rub would have to be an incredibly strange feeling.

>>32470210
>Name it Armstrong
This is pretty amusing. I was going to say Allen or Phillip as tool-related names, but this is probably better.

>>32470182
I don't think we have the time or skills to do any mods to the personalities.

>>32470294
>tool-related names
Also wouldn't be right to not suggest a pun, so Decker (as in both Black &, and Shadowrun data-interface folks.)

>>32470087
Professional + Snarky if we have time. Otherwise, just Professional is good enough. Not good enough for my boner, but still.

>>32470297
>skills
So is Martini a prodigial child engineer genuis or not?

>>32470414
Blessed Brian + Professional.

We can get a plucky Indiana Jones.

oh yes you're back. i hope you remembered the archive before the troll strikes again

>>32470475
Programming and Engineering aren't necessarily related skill sets. He might very well be good at both, but I'm inclined to think he's better-acquainted with the building side of the equation than with the AI side.

>>32470475
He's good, but Marisse is better.
He took second place in last year's robotics competition; she took first.

You go with the Professional mod, you'll need to make some adjustments after the competition but right now it's good as it is. You'll probably tone it down and see about adding a few other traits to it, maybe pluck a few code strings from the other personality cores.

"As soon as the paint is dry, Armstrong will be complete."

"Armstrong?" Morgwyn looks at you.

"That's what I'm naming it."

"That's super manly." Alex does a little fist pump.

"Eeeeh... did you kids sleep at all?" Hendrick stumbles down the stairs, dressed in his usual messy lab coat. He scratches the back of his empty hand and yawns.

"We definitely slept. All night long." Alex answers for you, nodding his head up and down so fast someone might think it'd come flying off.

"Well, good I guess... come get breakfast then." Hendrick drags himself into the kitchen, and you follow behind him to eat up...

Breakfast goes by uneventfully, and it finishes up just a little past noon. The competition is in a few hours and it's probably not worth the while to start on adjustments right now. You go to test out the arm...

"Good to meet you sir, or should I call you Young Master? I am Armstrong, and I am ready to take any and all orders you may have of me no matter how hard or shameful they may be." Armstrong greets himself to you in a deep mechanical voice, "Is there any way I could be of service right now? Tie your shoes? Provide some tools?" You'll definitely need to make some adjustments later...

>>32470523
Nevermind, I took the trouble of archiving it on suptg. Are you sure you'll be switching to 4plebs,OP?

Oh wow they have an archive for /f/. Even though /f/ has swfchan for years already.

>>32470634
"Young Master will do, Armstrong. And currently I wish for a diagnostic summary of your primary systems. Highlight any failures or tolerances that are close to failure within 25%."

"Young Master will do, Armstrong. Give me a summary of your systems and tell me of any likely failures."

"All systems are good to go Young Master with the highest failure rate being the Cup-Holder at 6%. Give the command and we can begin testing."

"Armstrong, screw-driver." You tell him, showing off the piece on your arm decorated in cobalt colour on a sleek metal frame to Alex, Dolly, Edward, Hendrick and Morgwyn.

"Yes, Young Master." A screw-driver pops out of a finger tip.

"Laser pointer!" You call, and Armstrong shines a light on Hendrick's bald head.

"Because I am impressed, I will not hit you." Hendrick sighs while Dolly laughs.

"Cup holder!" On command, a cup holder pops out. You pluck an empty card-board cup sitting on Hendrick's desk off and stick it into the holder. It holds. Cup-holder-like.

"Why, you might be able to win with this Tiny." Hendrick applauds you and most of the others follow, including Edward who flaps his wings against each other. Morgwyn just stares off to the side.

It looks like you're good to go, with about two hours to the competition you just need to waste some time. Maybe you should meet with Hope? Or check out the grounds early, they must have some events going on right now. Spend time resting here?

>What do you do?

>>32470687
Thanks. I actually like 4plebs a lot since it includes the picture and OP and I find it loads faster. I'm pretty awful at remembering to archive anyways.

>>32470849
Let's text Hope to meet up at the competition grounds, and bring Alex along with us as our Trusty Assistant.
We can check out the other projects and make sure we're properly registered.

Rolled 43

>>32470849
>the highest failure rate being the Cup-Holder at 6%
Rolling to simulate potential for spilling all over sensitive electronics.

>>32470923
This is basically what I would've suggested, so I'll second this.

>>32470849
>>32470923
Yeah, I second this. Though, I'd add in to ask Hope if her sister is coming as well.

>>32470849
Let's meet up with Hope.

>>32471064
I second this seconding.

The fair grounds as it so happens aren't actually too far. One of the market squares just a little past the one you usually visit has been closed for the day with the stand owners paid for the inconvenience to make for way for a stage and various venues. The sign that greets you, Alex and Morgwyn when you enter writes 'Neo-Victorian Youth Robot Show' in yellow coloured letters that blink against a black screen.

The stage itself you can see from the entrance, it comes out from the ground beneath the city floors. Small circular platforms lift workers up and down as they make for their last minute set-ups. Children roughly your age enter in and out of metal doors on the side of the stage carrying steel boxes, blanketed objects and inventions in the open.

You sign yourself up at the front quickly, with Morgwyn noted as your assisting waifu and Alex as your only partner. You told Hope to meet you here at the competition grounds, but you don't see her anywhere...

"Martini Camellia!" Hope's loud voice flies at you from behind, two robotic butlers splitting the crowds in her way. Her sister Grace walks behind her, "I am pleased pleased pleeeeased to see you here today!" Hope curtsies when she comes up to you, plucking at the sides of and lifting her pink dress slightly.

"I'm here too!" Grace says. She wears a matching dress but in blue.

"Who're they?" Alex asks, and you begin introductions...

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>>32471424
and then we break Alex's heart

>>32471525
Onani Master Kurosawa?

I applaud your good taste, Anon

>>32471424
"Grace and Hope, this is Alex, my good friend and Trusty Assistant.
"Alex, these are Grace and Hope Fulrose."

"I didn't know Martini had friends as handsome as he is." Hope holds a hand out towards Alex, who grabs and shakes it with both of his.

"Martini's not handsome." Grace sticks a tongue out at you. What did she even come here for?

You look into the bag at the side where your invention is securely tucked away, giving some consideration to showing the two girls Armstrong. But Hope has other ideas.

"Do not show me now Martini, I must must must see it on stage where you will dazzle the crowds! You will beat Marisse and then she shall owe me a favour!" Hope sticks her flat chest out proudly.

"Me too!" Grace raises her hands up, "She called me an ignition! I do not start fires!"

"What do I get if I win again?" You ask to confirm.

"Well Marisse will owe me one. And I will owe you one. We can work out the details later. Right now I must must must see the sights!" Hope grabs and shakes your hand, before twirling around and walking off.

"You better win this one Martini, we have hatched our bets on you!" Grace points at you before following her sister.

"They're... neat?" Alex says, "I'm going to check out the competition before the show, I'll meet you under the stage."

You could join Alex, but really; finding out about the competition won't do you any good right now. You could see what Hope and Grace are looking for, but there's nothing stopping you from finding something more to your interests yourself...

>What do you do?

>>32471620
Find Marisse

>>32471620
Wander around and look at what other people made.

>>32471620
Let's wonder around, chill out and enjoy the show.

>>32471620
Might as well go with Alex and see the competition. Gotta keep in mind that we're good, but NOT the best, and so we need to keep learning.

>>32471620
>>32471669
Second, scope out the competition

>>32471620
>>32471680
I support this. Let's just wander around and enjoy ourselves.

You go to scope out the competition with Alex, Morgwyn following just behind you.

For the most part, the children here look nervous and not at all challenging. You've learned well from your late father not to ever expect too little though, and you scan over their devices to figure out what you can glean from them. Robotic pets and flashing dioramas make up the bulk of the competing pieces, with custom waifu mods being the third to that.

"Why, if it isn't Martini Camellia!" An unfamiliar voice calls out to you, a chestnut-haired lad approaches.

"Why, if it isn't..." You search your memory for a name but nothing comes up.

"Harvey! Harvey Hyacinth!" He grumbles, sticking his arms above his head, "I placed third at our last competition!"

"Nice to meet you Harvey."

"MEET ME!? WE ALREADY... forget it. I will be taking first today and you will remember my name!" Harvey shakes a fist at you.

"Harvey, if you clench your fist so hard again you are going to leave marks." A chesty waifu in an awfully revealing maid uniform grabs his wrist and tugs on it, you can see pain well up in his face. Dark purple hair hangs loose behind her.

"Unhand me Nemain, you stupid machine." Harvey pulls his hand loose, "Just you watch Martini." His pulls his tempered gaze from you over to Alex, "Hmph. Smells like pauper here. Let us take our leave." Harvey turns, snapping his fingers. His waifu follows him.

"What a jack-off." Alex groans...

>>32472128
Ask what was his name again.

We will never be able to remember Harvey at all. It's like our brain refuses to register his existence as much as possible.

>>32472128
>Jakov Mk.II online
>Initiating douchebag protocols
>Running waifuabuse.exe

>>32472275
Each meeting is such a brutal experience we automatically repress it.

It looks like the biggest thing you'll have to worry about so far is the pair of boxing robots which you're sure that Hendrick will like; the printer some fellow is boasting will never jam that will certainly take first should he do the impossible; and whatever in the world Harry Hyacinth has prepared.

And then, you see Marisse. Her hair is tied back into a short ponytail and a short fitting lab coat is dressed around her. She stares down on the thing before her, and at first impression it just looks to be a massage chair with some mechanical bits sticking out of it.

"What's that?" Alex runs up to Marisse.

"What?" Marisse looks at him confused, before she catches you approaching. Without a beat she begins explaining, "This chair scans through a persons body and administers a relaxation treatment determined by their state. It includes functions for acupuncture, aromatherapy, body massages, hair treatment, nail treatment, psychology and smooth electro-jazz... among other things."

"...cool?" Alex tilts his head to a side.

"And it also wins competitions." Marisse looks over to you smugly, "How does it fare, are the Fulrose girls paying you well to take second place?"

"I'm not being paid and I'm going to win Marisse." You say, maybe confidently?

"Poor thing, you're delusional. I will let you take a go at the therapy treatment of my machine here after."

It's time for a snappy comment. Or a wager. Or a cool guys walk away without talking moment.

>What do you do?

>>32472443
Holy shit we might actually lose for real guis

>>32472275
Maybe we should show Nemain how a true gentleman should treat a lady.

With Great love and tenderness. And expert dickings.

>>32472443
Alright /tg/, time to come up with a witty retort!

I got nothing.

>>32472443
"Confidence adds to a woman's beauty, but arrogance takes it away, Marisse."
Thank Google for Dad's pithy sayings.

>>32472443
Look at all the machine's functions.

Then smile and walk away, because it's bound to be missing our trump card: the cupholder.

>>32472443
How about this: Winner gets to keep the loser's piece.

>>32472528
I know. I mean, where are they going to store there relaxing cup of tea while getting a massage? they can't hold it, or else it will spill.

>>32472443
Cool guys don't take obvious bait. Give zero fucks and wish her well in the competition.

>>32472443
Offer to shake her hand and wish her.good luck regardless of if she shakesoour hand or not

>>32472517
Yeah, better us doing the NTR than him.

>>32472527
Ooh I like this.

>>32472528
and this.

>>32472540
This could work.

>>32472517
you mean like Dr. Tran?

>>32472527
This is good. Martini is on his way to become a smooth as fuck robofucker.

>>32472528
This is also good.

>>32472528
I bet it doesn't even glow or shoots laser.

You give Marisse a nice smile and turn to walk away. Morgwyn gives the young lady a bow before taking Alex by the hand and leading him to follow you. Somehow, you're feeling pretty confident about this competition...

You give Armstrong a final look over, running a few tests before the competition starts.

"Ready to go, my Young Master! I will smash through the competition and grab the trophy for you." Armstrong declares as the first of the competitors are lifted onto the stage by a platform.

"Let's show them our hand!" Alex thrusts a fist upward.

"Victory is in your fingers, Young Master." Morgwyn tells you, you're not sure if she chose those words intentionally...

The competitors one by one present their machines on stage, and you watch from a wide screen build inside the room. The boxing robots had a good showing to start but it looks like punching a head out and sending a dozen kilograms of steel flying at a judge won't do well for them. The printer didn't jam on stage, but the wi-fi scanning function refuses to connect to the presenter's phone and you'd wager that'll take a few marks off. A smaller screen built over the big one displays the names of the next three competitors. Your own, Martini Camellia; your rival's, Marisse Tulip; and some guy named Harvey Hyacinth.

You step onto the platform with Armstrong equipped; Morgwyn and Alex each take a side of you. Marisse has two waifus carry the chair behind her, and Harvey with Nemain bring their game under a cloth..

The open event has drawn a crowd from all walks of Neo-Victoria. You can't make out any familiar faces in the crowd, but at the very least you're sure both Fulrose girls as well as Hendrick and Dolly are watching.

The Hyacinth fellow, Henry? He presents first, his waifu Nemain rips the cloth off from his device and it seems to be a robotic dog.

"Oh, the eighth robot dog I've seen today." One of the three judges sighs, "I've always wanted to start a trash adoption center."

Harvey sneers at the judge before waving his hands around, the dogs eyes shine out bright search lights throughout the crowd, you can hear people yell out annoyed as it catches their eyes. "This machine has the capacities to search under snow, under water, in complete darkness and in nuclear territory. It will save countless lives!"

The judges nod as Harvey shows off other functions. They reveal a score, 25 out of 30, placing him in first.

Marisse goes next to the crowds attention. She gives a detailed explanation of her machine, and invites the judges to take turns sitting on it. One by one, you watch them moan as sweet smells and gentle sounds lull them into a relaxed state before an old Irish-tinted voice talks to them about their day as the arms come out the side of the machine to massage them all over.

At the voting, Marisse receives a 29 out of 30. The nine coming from the infamously harsh judge Scowell.

It's your turn.

>How will you sell your your invention?

>>32473163
Old spice routine

>>32473163
>"It can fist!"

Joke. Don't pick this.

>>32473196
Look at your arm, now back at mine. Sadly your arm is not like mine, but it can be!

>>32473163
"The dog can jump and fetch, and the chair is nice to relax in at the end of the day; but one thing they all still need: maintenance.
"And I present to you the first, and last, word in augmented repair and maintenance tools: the Armstrong."

>>32473163
Show off its various functions. Sell its usefulness.

>>32473196
Okay I'll run with this. Full old spice routine. Baffle the judges with bullshit.

>>32473163
Can the arm support lifting a person/waifu with one hand?

>>32473163
>>32473248
Seems good, combine the whole utility maintenance tool with the old spice routine.

Should've installed the Isaiah Mustafa module instead of that crummy Pruhfesshuhnal module

>>32473268
Judge Scowell is not having any of your bullshit.

>>32473349
Oh please, Caiman Scowell loves Old Spice.

>>32473349
Yeah, this is my main concern. Something like >>32473248 would fly much better, I reckon.

>>32473248
Seconding

>>32473296
This. I like this. It'll let us present our features in a memorable way.

>>32473349
It sounds to me that Judge Scowell is impossible to please. So we shan't bother.

>>32473413
>>32473296
Yeah, go best of both worlds.

>>32473163
Make sure to showcase the AI, and the auto Google lookup and assistance.

>>32473444
Trying to combine the two would just make it into a meme-tastic mess.
Go for one or the other; not all things can be combined well.

You guys know we're going to win with the cup holder, right?

>>32473483
That'll be our 'I'm on a horse.'

>I have a cup-holder.

>>32473496
But do we have any cold beverage at hand? This is important.

>>32473483
Scowell is obviously future-British, and will be ecstatic that someone is finally willing to accommodate his constant tea-drinking.

Both of the other machines are practical, well-crafted. But you have an advantage neither of theirs do... the rule of cool. Your father built his business on 50% skill and 50% bullshit, whatever the hell his business was. You'll start off with skill...

"The dog might be able to save you. The chair will mend your bones. What though, will save and mend them? I present to you the first, the last, word in augmented repair and maintenance... The Armstrong!" You hold Armstrong upward and he blinks his flashing lights.

"Good day to you misters and madams, I am Armstrong. All purpose utility and repair tool." The sound of your hand talking turns the heads of the crowd. One by one, you go through your tools, revealing them and explaining the mechanisms that make them work.

"And why would I take this instead of a toolbox?" Scowell scowls at you.

"The Armstrong not only hides more tools than your toolbox, but it also does so at a lighter weight with an attractive design and functions as a second head with the same utilities that your phone might have!"

"I am also a conversationalist." Armstrong adds.

"And how difficult will it be for someone to adjust to using this?"

"It's so intuitive an eleven year old child could use it!"

Scowell places his chin on the top of his hand, thinking. He takes a sip from his teacup... it looks like you've shown them your skill.

Now to show them your bullshit...

>>32473598
>Your father built his business on 50% skill and 50% bullshit, whatever the hell his business was.

Good to know you didn't bother with such silly details as what our father did/our mother does for a living and thus where we're making our fortune.

>>32473598
Pull out the cupholder function.

"Here, sir. You seem in need of a place to set your tea."

"Look to your hand, now back to mine. Back to your hand, now back to mine. Sadly, your hand isn't mine. But if you'd let go of your ratty toolboxes and switch to Armstrong, your hand could be mine. Look down, back up, what do you see?" You shine your laser pointer at the floor and Hatchet's mechanical dog chases it around, "You're on a giant boat-city with the hand your hand could be like. What's in your hand, back at me. I have it, it's the Armstrong that does that thing you never have the tool for. Look again, the Armstrong is now glowing so that you never have to carry a flash-light for night work. Anything is possible when your hand is the Armstrong, and not carrying a toolbox. I have a cup holder." The cup holder springs out of your hand.

Scowell stares you down, scanning you up and over. He looks down to his tea cup, then over to your cup holder. His hand hovers over his mouth, his eyes look at the cup holderless dog and chair...

The scores crop up on the board. And you watch in anticipation, finally when they're revealed, you see that out of 30 possible points you received...

>Actually, what score did you get?

I'm a terrible person for doing this to you.

>>32473764
29

The 30 will come once >>32473761 happens.

>>32473764
16

>>32473764
29

>>32473764
>30

The cupholder has been deployed

>>32473764
full points mother fucker
cup holders + neo British judge = complete victory

Rolled 11

>>32473764
You're right. You are a terrible person.

But this guy has a good idea.>>32473801
And even if we don't win, getting a Tie with Marisse, is still hilariously awesome.

>>32473764
16

>>32473764
12

Rolled 26

>>32473764
Let's see...

>>32473764
29 out of 30. Because if there is one thing that will piss her off more than us beating her, it's having to share 1st place with us.

>>32473829
Yeah, cup-holder's already been deployed.
30/30 all the way.

>>32473764
14

>>32473764
5

>>32473764
Not sure I get the reasoning behind offering "Choose whether or not to win" as a write-in.

If we're not going to win, it's probably because another non-Scowell judge gives us the 9/10, giving us the tie but still pushing Marisse's buttons because despite tying, our 9/10 came from a less notoriously-strict judge.

And she'd be forced to share top billing, which is just about as good as winning outright.

>>32473764
29, not perfect but good enough to tie with Marisse

>>32473764
29

>>32473764
29 but after the competition make sure we tell Marisse that we built this in one night just to show we could have made something way better if we wanted to

>>32473884
>pushing Marisse's buttons because despite tying, our 9/10 came from a less notoriously-strict judge.
I like this. Also, just to rub it in, we shall be gracious in almost-victory

>>32473922
Shit taste. You don't brag in front of a lady, you let the trophy do that for you.

Bragging is Herbert's schtick.

>>32473933
Tying also works well because it sets us up to continue rivaling each other into the future. You can always judge a man's quality by the enemies he attracts.

>>32473945
You dont have to do it as a brag you could just say something like Im surprised I did this well considering I only made it in one night.

>>32473986
...this is what we in the business call a "humblebrag."

It doesn't make it not bragging, it just makes it more self-righteous.

>>32473933
And I hope that almost-victory is enough to allow Martini to rub it in Grace as well.

>>32474005
It's not bragging if he made some offhand innocent remark without any ill intent whatsoever.

>>32473969
What about Hoosafudge? He doesn't seem like a gentleman at all.

I wonder if we can make him so angry that he vomits.

29 out of 30! You managed to get a ten out of the infamous Scowell, but one of the other judges was a little unimpressed by you it seems.
The crowd cheers, you tied scores but it seems they were more impressed by your little showing...

The standing podium comes out of the platform, raising even higher. Normally first and second would be measured differently but the Neo-Victorian minds seemed to have thought ahead enough that the height could be adjusted to that you and Marisse stand on level with each other. Harold in third place grumbles while holding his trophy. You and Marisse are both made to hold one end of the first place trophy, and it seems another one will be made and sent out to one of your addresses over the coming weeks. All things considered, it really isn't a big deal for you whether or not you get it.

"You sycophant, you only tied me because you paraded around like a monkey." Marisse whispers to you keeping a smile plastered over her face for the cameras.
You keep yourself quiet, taking the shot with Marisse before going to take another with Alex and Morgwyn...

"Yes yes yes! You did it Martini! You beat Marisse!" Hope and Grace greet you as you leave the stage, Hendrick and Dolly come to you from another direction...

Honestly I just really wanted to see whether everyone would go for straight 30 or vote really low to screw everyone else. I'm really pleased with how you guys voted, assuming it's not two or three samefags.

>>32474048
Oh! Yes, and the fact that we are the enemy of that kind of person reflects well on us, just as the fact that we are the rival of someone like Marisse - the kind of person who seeks out worthy individuals to overcome - reflects well on us. I'm not saying our enemies should have desirable qualities, only qualities that show us in a favorable light for being their antagonist.

>>32474078
"Eh, I tied. Should probably get started sooner, next year. Six hours isn't enough time to incorporate the industrial saw or welding laser I wanted."

>>32474129
>industrial saw or welding laser
Both items forbidden by the rules and therefore shows that it's just an empty boast.

Did anyone back up the Scowell reference?

>>32474141
There's gotta be some equivalents. A cutting beam, nail gun, something similar.

>>32474078
"I really only tied, though. Was it enough to win you the wager?"

>>32474078
Well, technically, we tied, but I think it's for the better, because I sense it pisses her off more.

>>32474129
>>32474141
Yeah, we should mention tweaking the AI instead. Or our original plan of making a full body armor.

>>32474169
>A cutting beam, nail gun, something similar.
No, no, and no.
The rules were pretty clear on that.

>>32474169
The world is ruled by Canada.

So no, no fun allowed.

>>32474078
It is
I samefagged the hell out of 29

>>32474078
>he standing podium comes out of the platform, raising even higher. Normally first and second would be measured differently but the Neo-Victorian minds seemed to have thought ahead enough that the height could be adjusted to that you and Marisse stand on level with each other. Harold in third place grumbles while holding his trophy.
This is something amusing I wasn't even taking into consideration during that vote.

The third-place podium is a little awkward to begin with, but it's got to be way worse when the second-place podium gets elevated to the same height as the first-place one.

Even though they're probably not all that different in height, the mental image of poor Harold standing more or less on flat ground with the two other competitors on a comically-high pedestal such that their knees are at eye level to him.

>>32474189
>Yeah, we should mention tweaking the AI instead
This might be a reasonable thing to bring up, if we're going to talk about things we never got to do.

I can imagine we're really glad we tied, but there's always things like this that make you think "well, maybe I would've WON if I had been able to do X, Y, Z, etc." The sort of things you rely on your friends to talk you out of, and realize are kind of silly after the fact, but can't help but think about regardless.

>>32474224
Like hell you did, I supported 29 as well

>>32474196
There we go.

Mag locks to allow secure scaling of structures, a construction suit that is not only cost effective, but capable of making any surface a viable working platform.

We could have been standing upside-down for our presentation.

>>32474224
You might have, but there was still a few of us voting 29 for the hilarity of it.

>>32474162
Yes, yes, you are oh so fucking clever for referenced such an obscure show like American Idol OP
>implying you aren't OP

>>32474248
I err...

does it make me extremely sad if I'm not OP?

>>32474224
I also samefagged the low votes just out of boredom since I knew everyone else would want to make the MC a godawful Gary Stu, so its okay.

>>32474262
Sure you arent.

>>32474224
Another anon here who voted 29, attempting to restore QM's faith in humanity or /tg/

"We tied." You tell Hope.

"The crowd loves you! Scowell gave you a ten!"

"I'm thinking of tweaking the AI, maybe add some parts that I couldn't ready for the competition."

"We built it in one night, how's that for kick-ass!?" Alex punches the air, "Wait until the ladies at the Carnation hear this!"

"One... night...?"

You turn around to see Marisse. Her eyes sharp with veins coming out the sides, her teeth grinding out in the open.

"You mean to tell me, that you beat me with that piece of trash... IN ONE NIGHT!?"

"Excuse me my lady. May I ask that you not insult my Young Master by calling his invention trash?" Armstrong says.

"Martini Camellia, I will ruin you for insulting me like this! RUIN YOU!"

"Come on Marisse, calm down." Hendrick takes a step forward, awkwardly shuffling towards the fuming girl.

"I AM PERFECTLY CALM!"

"Hahah, she's angry. Nyeeet, you're an iguana." Grace sticks her thumbs in her ears, and taunts Marisse.

"Maybe you shouldn't..." Alex mumbles.

"Well, you lost so you owe me a favour now, Ms Marisse Tulip." Hope steps forward, a sly look on her face.

"HMPH... I will do what you wish, a genius should hold all her words true after-all." Marisse shakes. Is she scared or angry?

"Oh, and don't worry Martini. I will hold up my end and fulfill a request of yours as agreed." Hope smiles sweetly to you.

What a mess this is. Maybe you should go home. If you have an idea you could ask Hope now. Perhaps celebrate somewhere?

>What do you do?

>>32474264
There's a difference in magnitude between 'godawful Gary Stu' and worse than Jakov Mk.II.

>>32474243
>Mag locks
Pfft. Nano-scale gecko pads are where it's at now.

>>32474286
Dang it.

>>32474078
"Hmmmm... although I did tie with Marrisse, I wonder if I could have done better if I were a little more... ambitious

>>32474242
>>32474244
>>32474295
I bet these are samefags too.
>inb4 edits

>>32474296
Hold the favor for later.
Ask Morgwyn to find us a nice restaurant where we can celebrate with Alex. Hope and Grace are invited, of course. And even Marisse.

>>32474356
second

>>32474300
Nano-scale gecko pads are over-rated and you damn well know it! There's no point when you can just have a rigid mesh flow into the surface under you for a universal velcro. Just disable the flowing charge, and it goes slack. Cheap, easy to use, easier to implement.

>>32474296
"Hope, if I may be so bold, would you willing to provide specialized parts, if I require them for a future project?

>>32474296
I guess we could earn points with Marisse by having Hope forgive her favor as a favor to us. Meh.

Let's celebrate somewhere! Anyone know any good places?

Oh.
>>32474356
Do this.

>>32474356
Sounds nice, thirded

>>32474356
Third

>>32474296
I think we should probably give Marisse some space before she blows a gasket. As good as it would be to be polite and see if she wants to celebrate our co-victory, something tells me she wouldn't take it so well.

A celebratory dinner out is probably a fine plan.

Maybe suggest Marisse make use of her awesome chair to help her calm down.

>>32474356
Supporting this

>>32474376
And lose Hope and Grace points? Hell no.

>>32474409
>spoiler

That ... would probably get something thrown at us. It sounds nice, and would be completely sincere, but if she's already pissed at us, it will sound condescending no matter what we do.

>>32474433
Yeah, it was not an earnest suggestion and would probably end exactly that way.

>>32474433
Perfect reflection of our childhood innocence. then we can stare at her all confused-like...

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>>32474409
Uh, no.

No.

I refuse to be him.

>>32474409
Seconding

"Morgwyn, can you search for a nice restaurant we could eat at?" You ask.

"Yes Young Master." Morgwyn closes her eyes for a few seconds, "I have a list of places we can eat at, two minutes south is an Indian-French fusion restaurant. Past that is a specialty poutine parlour. On the second floor of the same building is a gelato ice cream store. And five mi-"

"Ice creeeeam!" Grace raises her arms, "Let's get ice cream!" Not exactly dinner but it seems decided.

"Well then, let's all go together." You suggest.

"Hmph. I will be going nowhere with you." Marisse turns and begins to march off.

"Bleeeh, go sit in your tied-for-first massage chair!" Grace yells, to her immediate regret when Marisse turns around shooting razored glares into the girl that then sheepishly cowers behind her sister.

"Dolly and I will take Marisse back, the rest of you have fun..." Hendrick groans as he follows after the genius girl...

Most places in Neo-Victoria stay opened all the time, with a work-force that only asks for maintenance and rarely needs rest. The gelato place you enter is no exception, and the crowds dispersing from the show has it nearly packed up. You manage to find a table to sit the group of you, Alex, Grace, Hope and Morgwyn though and your orders arrive shortly after and thankfully there are some actual dishes here. Edward and Robirdo chirp sounds to each other while you eat...

>>32474759
Did we win anything other than some old trophy? Prize money? A scholarship? Anything?

Also is Edward gonna sing his new song anytime soon?
You know, the one that goes I'maboyI'maboyI'mabo~y.

"So Martini, what're you doing for school?" Hope asks you.

"I'm apprenticed to Hendrick right now."

"Oh? Grace and I attend the primary level of the Neo-Victorian Gardens Private School. You should join us in the middle school level."

You give her a nod, not giving much thought to it at the moment. Before she can continue the conversation, Grace pushes a spoon into her mouth.

"Try it! It's delicious!" The spoon taps against Hope's face, leaving vanilla drips all over before she gives up on resisting and lets it slide inside her. She brings her lips around it and swallows it quickly, making an odd puckered face.

"I'm no good with cold." Hope reaches for a napkin, but Grace ends up catching at the spots of ice cream with her lips. She suckles on her sisters cheeks innocently.

"That looks kinda dirty..." Alex whispers to himself beside you, the ends of his legs curling to the side while he brings the start of them inward. His eyes glance away from the sisters before stopping past you, "Does anyone here eat normally?"

You look to see where Alex has his eyes set. Morgwyn has a strawberry popsicle in her mouth, sliding it up and down. With no moisture in her throat, the thing doesn't look like it'll melt any time soon. Her lips stick forward over it, her cheeks pulled in as she sucks...

The evening is approaching, maybe you should excuse yourself soon. Take Alex home? Or maybe the Fulrose girls? Unless you have something to talk about here...

>What do you do?

>>32474966
Invite them all to sleep over.

>>32474966
>Morgwyn has a strawberry popsicle in her mouth, sliding it up and down. With no moisture in her throat, the thing doesn't look like it'll melt any time soon. Her lips stick forward over it, her cheeks pulled in as she sucks...
Oh my...

As for wat do? I'm fine for just heading home

>>32474966
>>32475031
Sounds good, victory sleepover!

>>32475031
this
and ask if they think Marisse is going to try and kill us in our sleep

>>32475031
Lets go with this just for the fun of it.

>>32474966
>The spoon taps against Hope's face, leaving vanilla drips all over before she gives up on resisting and lets it slide inside her. She brings her lips around it and swallows it quickly, making an odd puckered face.
Dammit man

"How about you all sleep over? Alex slept over last night." You suggest.

"Eeew! I'm not sleeping over with boys, we're not even friends!" Grace scoffs, despite eating ice cream here thanks to you.

"I think it's a good good good idea." Hope says, "I will call to have you picked up Grace, inform our parents that I will not be home tonight."

"Whaaaat? No, I'm coming along!" Grace waves her arms around flustered while her sister gets permission. Alex sends a sly smile your way...

"Ah, you all came back together huh?" Dolly greets the group of you when you enter, her undressed head at the front desk and her body nowhere to be seen.

"Where's Hendrick?" You ask her.

"He got caught at Tulip's, ah decided to leave him there."

"Why would you do that?"

"Because Hendrick has all these stupid rules when he's at home! If he ain't here then ah don't have ta follow them!" Dolly declares loudly with a big smile.

"She's sooooo freaky..." Grace says, "This place is so miniscular. What do you for fun here?"

"Build." You say.

"Fun?" Morgwyn wonders.

"PORN!" Dolly exclaims.

"Well, in a place like this I'm sure there is plenty plenty plenty of ways we could have fun Grace." Hope claps her hands together, "Let's find some clothes easier to move in than these dresses and figure out what to do."

Who knows what girls do for fun, maybe you could make a suggestion...

>What will you do now that you're having a sleep over?

>>32475369
Uhhhhhhhhh truth or dare?

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>>32475402
why not
after all
WHAT IS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN

>>32475456
...in this quest?

>>32475369
Pull out the box of 'unmentionables' and get some advice from Dolly as how to properly install them in Morgwyn

>>32475369
Show them the place where you build things.

>>32475456
>WHAT IS THE WORST THAT COULD HAPPEN
Nothing more than another horribly contrived, trying to hard to be uncomfortable sex scene.
Im really beginning to think this was better off as a oneshot

>>32475369
>"Fun?" Morgwyn wonders.
We've got to explain Fun, first and foremost, because helping her learn things like this is half of why we're with her in the first place.

We know the sort of things WE personally like to do for fun, but it might be worth asking Alex about any sort of activities that struck his interest that we didn't get to do before and/or are better served with a bunch of people than just two.

>>32475505
Giving them a tour is probably a pretty good idea regardless of what sort of shenanigans we end up getting into.

"Fun is..." You try to explain to Morgwyn, but it occurs to you that this could be harder than you thought.

"Comics are fun. And TV." Alex says.

"Fun is entertainment then. Understood." Morgwyn nods her head. She's on the right tracks but that isn't exactly right is it?

"We can find that out later, right now you should tour us about." Hope recommends, and you take the twins around the lab, pointing out the kitchen, bathroom, the rooms upstairs where Hope and Grace quickly change behind your doors into more casual outfits they steal out of your closet...

"What's that? What's that?" Grace grabs your sleeve and points at the door leading into the basement.

"That's Hendrick's personal work station. We're not supposed to mess around there."

"Why not? Is it haunted? Are there ghosts? Robot ghosts?"

"It's dangerous he said." Though you're not really sure how so. With the tour completed, you're out of things to do again.

"How about truth or dare?" You suggest when you get back to the main room, seated around your work-station which is more or less clear of things now.

"Noooo, I haaaaate that game!" Grace whines, Hope pats her on the back to calm her down.

"Alright, let's play then." Alex sits back ready to play, "How about you start Martini? I'm ready for whatever."

"Sounds fun, I will participate." Hope nods, "Grace will too."

"Nooooo!" Grace whines. Dolly rolls her head over excited, and Morgwyn sits and waits patiently.

>You get to start, what do you do?

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>>32475456
oh my

>>32475774
Do we pick truth or dare or do we pick someone else?

>>32475774
Truth: What would you have done if lost the competition, Hope?

>>32475774
Dolly would escalate immediately to places we don't want to go just yet, Morgwyn is probably still trying to figure out how this all works, and asking her to do Truth or Dare with us isn't really all that different from our day-to-day life with her.

Grace's going to have to get into it before she isn't throwing a tantrum, and the best way to do that is probably by having her sister do something amusing to break the ice.

So start with Hope, I guess?

>>32475774
Start with Grace. She's just asking for it.

>>32475885
This, and ask what she's gonna have Marisse do.

"Truth or dare Hope?" You ask, starting off the game.

"Truth!" She answers confidently.

"What would you have done if you lost the competition?"

Hope stops and thinks over the question carefully, "I suppose I'd have to listen to Marisse's request, whatever that would've been."

"Then what will you have Marisse do?"

"That's two truths Martini, two two two! That's against the rules... but if you must know, I'm thinking I'll just hold it over her for awhile, I'm certain it'll be more fun than any request I could ask for." Hope smiles devilishly, Grace makes an "Oooooh" noise on the side.

"Weeeeak. Next." Alex doesn't seem impressed by your easy question.

"Now then, Alex. Truth or dare dare dare?"

"Dare!" Alex probably would've taken it anyways, but you suspect a little that Hope might've been leading.

"Alright then, show us your chest."

"...huh?" This escalated quickly.

"Come on Alex." Hope reaches a foot out and touches her toes to Alexs, "You're a man aren't you?"

"Well... okay." Alex grabs the end of his shirt and lifts it up to his neck, blushing all over.
You watch Hope make little giggles as she runs a finger up and down Alex's stomach...

"Okay! That's enough of that, Martini, truth or dare!?" Alex drops his shirt back down.

>Truth or dare?

My computer just crashed for the second time today and we've slowed down a lot, so I'll be rushing to wrap up.

>>32476132
>dare

>>32476132
ALL THE DARES!

>>32476132
Truth: Dolly, why is Hendricks work station so dangerous?

>>32476132
>NTR'd by Alex
Well, fuck.

>>32476132
Obligatory dare.

Our probably sort of childish pride demands it after
>Weeeeak. Next.

>>32476174
We're being asked truth or dare.

>>32476185
Derp. I can't reading comprehension.

In that case : Dare

"Dare!" You answer.

Alex takes a moment to think, it doesn't look like he had an idea in mind, "Hrm, letsee..."

"Dare him to show us his thingee." Hope says, bobbing back and forth on her spot, "I've never seen one before!"

"What? No, gross!" Alex looks at Hope with shock.

"Kids sure do play this stuff hardcore these days huh." Dolly says. Morgwyn just nods her head.

"This is why I haaaaate this gaaaaaaame. It's always that with you!" Grace kicks her legs around.

"Do it, do it!" Hope cheers Alex on, but Alex looks at you sympathetically, "Okay Martini, for a dare... you have to kiss someone." It seems he found a compromise.

Well, you're not a stranger to this and Morgwyn is here so it should be easy enough... better start thinking of who to choose next. Or maybe consider ending this game before Hope gets another round. If you're feeling really confident, you could just give her what she wants now...

>Who will you kiss? Who will you pick next?

Include what truth or dare you want out of them, since I'm trying to end soon.

>>32476332
Kiss Armstrong's hand.

>>32476332
>Kiss Alex

Choose Grace for truth or dare.

>>32476332
Kiss Grace and then dare Hope to show her "area"

>>32476332
I, I did not expect Hope to be so lewd. I'm a bit disappointed, to be honest.

>>32476374
That's kinda gay, dude. I mean, you know it's not gay, but everyone else doesn't know that.

>>32476404
This but in reverse.

>>32476332
Kiss Dolly. Because why not

Ask grace. Truth: What is your biggest fear. Dare: sing a song

>>32476332
Kiss Dolly

Dare Dolly to show us where Hendricks keeps his booze

>>32476332
I'm inclined to suggest going toward Grace to see if she panics or if she goes full 180 when confronted with it, and then if she genuinely seems uncomfortable playing it off as a fake-out and kissing Hope instead.

Kissing Alex is just going to make Hope go REALLY off the deep-end, I think, so better to try and let Alex keep things undercover if he wants to.

I'd like to get Grace involved in the game as well, but I think the most interesting way to move forward would be daring Dolly to go down into Hendrick's workshop and bringing up the most interesting thing she can find.

It feels risky, helps with the girls' curiosity about what's down in the lab, and leads into Dolly being the next person to ask someone for a truth/dare, which is bound to be interesting.

>>32476404
Supporting this

>>32476332
Kiss Morg
Choose Alex
D - Alex has to kiss Dolly
T - are you really a boy

>>32476489
Seconding

>>32476489
Lets go with this

>>32476489
This truth is an incredible dick move given what we already know about Alex.

>>32476509
It fits with Martini and his dipshit innocence, though.

>>32476517
Even assuming you want to play him innocent to the point of density, Alex had us promise to keep it a secret just "between best friends", which is an equally 'innocent' thing to consider in figuring out whether he'd actually ask this.

Alex just met the twins today, and while they're on good terms, I dunno that I'd think this would be a comfortable topic. Let somebody else bring it up; Dolly's certainly tactless enough to do it cheerily.

>>32476404
Let's do this one

>>32476489
I'm voting against this

>>32476588
Brings up a good point. I change my vote to >>32476489

>>32476588

Agreed, let's not be a huge dick.

voting for >>32476404

>>32476404
Supporting.

>>32476489
I'm voting for this.

>>32476630
That's a really odd vote if you agree with that guy.

>>32476489
I like it for all the wrong reasons
Going with this.

You lean over to Morgwyn and peck her on the lips, quickly and simply. If it's her, you can do it easily enough.
Although it's nothing next to the little sessions you've had when you were getting used to this, none the less the one with Alex last night; the everyone but Dolly watches it in anticipation as if something incredible were happening.

"Ah, do that again, do that again, I barely saw it!" Grace pipes up, getting a bit into the swing of the game.

"Nope, my turn now. Alex, truth o-"

"Dare!" Alex doesn't want to be one-uped here.

"Alright, then you have to kiss Dolly."

"But Dolly is a HEAD!"

"Ah find that offensive, Ah also have a body. It's just drying right now! Now hurry up and kiss me!" Dolly bounces around, her cheery tone contrasting her words. Alex peeks left and right before leaning forward to pick Dolly up, he touches his lips to hers and rests them there for a few moments before letting go and setting her down on the table.

"Okay... now it's my turn." Alex breaths in and out deeply, Dolly laughs jovially. "Alright then, Grace, truth or da-" Alex is cut off by Grace suddenly screaming.

"NO! I know how this goes, I have to admit that I wet the bed or I get dared to run down the halls naked! I'm not playing!" Grace places her hands on her ears and makes repeated 'lalalas' as she bolts up the stairs...

Well, how about that. It is getting late, maybe you could go for one more round, or do something else before you sleep?

>What do you do

>>32476404
Seconding

>>32476668
Not him, but I dont much care for Alex and would enjoy sabotaging that relationship before too many flags are made.

>>32476683
I should probably say that I'm an awful logistics person so I'm not actually managing flags and relationship markers here.

If you try hard enough to fug anything you'll probably fug it.

>>32476704
Well thats boring. Nothing is worthwhile without a struggle and a loss condition.

>>32476670
ONE MORE ROUND!

Anyone else feel that last vote was heavily samefagged?

>>32476670
One more round!