Sample Entry:Post from when she was at Luceti Sample Entry Two: To an outsider, her room probably worked like a complete mess.
To Precis, it was an amazing work of art.
All of the machine parts and tools she’d gathered since she arrived in Luceti were strewn about the room in a chaotic order that made sense only to Precis; her logic was unique. The smell of oil and grease and...burnt rubber were evident to the person who had just knocked on her door. Precis didn’t hear it, though. She had ripped out of the beds of her spare bedroom and converted it into a workshop, and she was now working beneath a refrigerator, trying to figure out how it ticked. It was just another normal day for her.
“Man,” she admitted to herself, wiping sweat off of her forehead with her forearm (and spreading some oil she had picked up earlier onto it in the process). “These things are pretty cool. They’re a bit different than my old man’s, but...hey, Robbie, hand me that wrench, okay?” Her robot didn’t answer, as always, but she used her remote control to command him to do as ordered...or so she thought. Once he moved closer, the robot swiftly decked her in the face with the wrench.
“H-hey! That’s not what I told you to---ugh!” Precis bolted upright with a start and reached for her miniature robot companion. This wasn’t how he was supposed to work! She thought she had gotten all the bugs out of his system, but apparently that wasn’t the case, and she just couldn’t do anything while he was misbehaving like that. She quickly moved after the fleeing robot, when a knock sounded on the door again. She was only distracted for a second, but that was enough of a distraction to lose Robbie in her apartment.
“J-just one second!”
Scrambling to her feet once more, Precis raced to open the door for her surprise visitor. When she did, she barely even registered his face or what he was there for, since she had other things to do. She also had forgotten that her face was covered in sweat, oil, and now blood thanks to her little incident with Robbie.
“It’ll be just one second! Sorry, but wait here, okay?”
With that, she shut the door in her guest’s face, not even thinking about what he was going to think about the display.
“Robbie, come out, come out, wherever you are...! It’ll just take a few quick fixes.”
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Sample Entry Two:
To an outsider, her room probably worked like a complete mess.
To Precis, it was an amazing work of art.
All of the machine parts and tools she’d gathered since she arrived in Luceti were strewn about the room in a chaotic order that made sense only to Precis; her logic was unique. The smell of oil and grease and...burnt rubber were evident to the person who had just knocked on her door. Precis didn’t hear it, though. She had ripped out of the beds of her spare bedroom and converted it into a workshop, and she was now working beneath a refrigerator, trying to figure out how it ticked. It was just another normal day for her.
“Man,” she admitted to herself, wiping sweat off of her forehead with her forearm (and spreading some oil she had picked up earlier onto it in the process). “These things are pretty cool. They’re a bit different than my old man’s, but...hey, Robbie, hand me that wrench, okay?” Her robot didn’t answer, as always, but she used her remote control to command him to do as ordered...or so she thought. Once he moved closer, the robot swiftly decked her in the face with the wrench.
“H-hey! That’s not what I told you to---ugh!” Precis bolted upright with a start and reached for her miniature robot companion. This wasn’t how he was supposed to work! She thought she had gotten all the bugs out of his system, but apparently that wasn’t the case, and she just couldn’t do anything while he was misbehaving like that. She quickly moved after the fleeing robot, when a knock sounded on the door again. She was only distracted for a second, but that was enough of a distraction to lose Robbie in her apartment.
“J-just one second!”
Scrambling to her feet once more, Precis raced to open the door for her surprise visitor. When she did, she barely even registered his face or what he was there for, since she had other things to do. She also had forgotten that her face was covered in sweat, oil, and now blood thanks to her little incident with Robbie.
“It’ll be just one second! Sorry, but wait here, okay?”
With that, she shut the door in her guest’s face, not even thinking about what he was going to think about the display.
“Robbie, come out, come out, wherever you are...! It’ll just take a few quick fixes.”