Unaccustomed Affections

Okay, as I said earlier… I am going into the game a bit- so this is the chapter where all you MySim's know-it-alls (meant in the nicest way possible, of course ;) ) May be like "OH MY GOSH! HE SAID… orrrr NO WAY NO HOW! VIC DIDN'T ASK FOR THAT UNTIL YOU DID THHHAAATTTT FOR ALEXIA. Or some such stuff. No offense, but I'm not going to be able to follow the game completely (or feel like doing so)- so like I told you before, I'm just going to shoot for the generalization of what happened… if that's even a word. Oh, spell checker didn't go off so obviously it is… But YES! Purposely changing what happened in the game, to fit my story. Please, don't be offended.

Oh! And Hey! Introduction of the OC Character~ Well, I guess she's not REALLY an OC, considering it's the... you know "Make your own character" person, right? Ah, whatever. Everyone, say hi to Rebecca, the jolly happy Wandolier!

Chapter 2: Choosing Your Path in Life

Even though Tobor, now, has emotions to hallmark significant differences in the days of the week, he soon finds that all of them blend and meld together as time wears on. As the week- then months- grow longer, he starts to accept his new outlook on life- his emotions become as natural for him to think about as they were for a human. Even Alexia comments on how adapted he is to his emotions. In her voice, Tobor can detect the pride and gratification of an experiment finally going right.

Construction of Dr. F's latest science experiment has been… straining and tedious. Tobor knows that he is a robot, and cannot feel a human's real exhaustive frame of mind- but Tobor can feel his power cell deteriorating in response to the work the fool scientists make him perform. There should be something else besides this draining, tedious and boring work. Tobor thinks to himself, as he trudges (yes, robots can trudge) to the rocket-building site. Alexia, bright and earlier as always, was already waiting for him. However, unlike any other time, her eyes were not on his approaching figure. They were concentrated, quite clearly, on something hidden on her clipboard. She sighs suddenly, before looking up and noticing Tobor standing beside her.

"Oh, good morning Tobor," She says, her voice wary and soft, "Time for yet another day of preparing for Dr. F's grandest experimentation yet- assuming we even get to build and keep the rocket." She frowns, "On this course we won't be able to fly when the position of the planets are in perfect order. With all the planets facing our side of the Earth's sphere, anyone who goes up there can see the glory of the universe." Her eyes rise up towards the sky, a wistful expression on her face, "Imagine, going up there and seeing the universe open up before you." She shakes herself suddenly, and looks back at Tobor, the wistful expression gone from her eyes, "So, yes, like I was saying… I hope that our model will be to Dr. F's liking- and we still have to decide on a fuel source… Finish building the command center… Plan a route through space… Begin the training session for you to be prepared to go up in space…" Alexia closes her eyes, as if in pain, "And, throughout all of that, hope to high heaven Dr. F doesn't come around and command it all to be rebuilt to his new specifications. How in the world are we going to get this finished within the next few days? I had it planned we would finish this experiment by the end of this month- five months ago. With all of us working together, I was sure we'd get it done in ample time." This time, her mouth tilts down in a frustrated gesture. She grabs a slip of paper off her clipboard in a savage fashion, and flings it around Tobor's head, "And here's just another thing we have to compete against! Some stupid contest- something about being a Wandolier. We haven't had a Wandolier in years, what makes them think they should get one now?" Alexia continues to fume, as she drops the paper. It flutters to the ground, flashing different colours of the rainbow. Tobor picks the flyer up, and Alexia snorts disapprovingly, "Throw the thing out, Tobor. We don't need Dr. F trying to go for a position he has no time or experience to fill. Let some other fool try to be the Wandolier- They'll have a lot of work cut out for them, if they do. Starting here." Alexia looks around the desolate, gray landscape. Hunks of different shaped metal stand out on the flat, gray rock. A windmill chimes in the far corner, the only power source to this fuel this side of the hunk of rock.

Tobor studies the flyer in his hand. In bold letters, it states Choose Your Own Path Of Life! Do you like adventure? Helping people? Magic spells, and the ability to create things by yourself? Become the King's Wandolier- Simply one of the many rewarding jobs anyone could every dream of being. Audition: At King's Palace, held by Marlon the Wizard, on the 23rd. Tobor looks up at Alexia, "Choose your own path of life?" He questions, generally perplexed.

Alexia briefly looks up from her clipboard, frowning at the distraction, "You know, becoming whom you really want to be. Doing the job, or hobby- or what may have you- which you truly enjoy. Basically, finding who you are as a person by choosing the path that you think you want to be on. I, for example, have chosen the path of- assistant- scientist. Science is the one true thing that I desire and enjoy. I can't think of doing anything else but this." Alexia taps the clipboard fondly with her pencil.

Tobor looks down at the flimsy piece of paper, feeling fascinated- for the first time since he had received human emotions. How can such a pathetic looking object hold such… Altering information? Allowing a person the choice of their life's occupancy… Tobor studies the small, decorative piece of paper. He flips it over in his hand, and sways it back and forth.

"Is it possible a robot can choose their path of life, Alexia?" Tobor asks suddenly, tossing the flimsy paper aside. He had crumpled the thing anyway.

Alexia looks up from her beloved clipboard, blinking rapidly, "Pardon me?" She replies, her voice sounding distant.

"Could a robot choose their own path of life?" Tobor demands of Alexia, extremely curious to hear the answer.

Alexia blinks for a few moments, trying to understand exactly what Tobor was asking, "Um… Well, I suppose so. If they can formulate their own opinions and discover their own wants, I'm sure they can chose their own 'path of life', as aptly described."

Tobor sits back on his heels, unaware that he had been leaning forward in expectation, "Really? Could a robot- or anyone for that matter- switch life goals and paths?"

Alexia chuckles, "Of course they can! Take a page from Dr. F- he switches what he wants to do all the time. It doesn't stop there. If you have the means and the determination, you can do, practically, whatever you want. The choice is yours. That is what free will is all about, you know Tobor."

The choice is mine… The new-found knowledge rockets inside of Tobor's processing unit, an unfamiliar taste on his metallic taste generator. He rolls it around, immensely liking the freedom he feels- just thinking about it.

"Now," Alexia's firm voice cuts in on Tobor's private imaginings, "We've gotten some things that we need finished… We do have the training center built- All we need to do is hook it up to the windmill you and Vic set up last week. We also have the main computers of the command center ready, and awaiting to be connected to the windmill as well. Our latest blue prints for the rocket have been sealed with Dr. F's approval, so we just have to start building it- You and Vic have already gotten far on the depression site for the rocket to launch in, and Dr. F is focusing on determining a fuel source to use for the rocket." Her pen taps consecutively on the clipboard, as she purses her lips in concentrative thought, "I believe that I shall start working on the route through space, while you and Vic continue digging that depression for Dr. F. Dr. F, of course, shall do what Dr. F does best." Alexia sighs dramatically, before flipping her pen around and scribbling on the clipboard.

"Alright! Time to get to work!" Alexia exclaims, brightly, as she looks up from her clipboard at Tobor. The grumbling, trudging figure of Vic Vector is seen in the background, a black spot on the grey horizon. As Vic comes into view, Tobor sees the blanching look on his face.

"Work? This early?" Vic moans, "Why? Why do we have to work this early?"

Tobor's animated mouth thins, "Why do you always complain, you moronic human? We've been doing this for the past five months. You've complained every day. Give it up, already! We don't want to hear you! Your voice grates on my ears!" Vic stares, the colour in his face draining. Alexia, too, looks slightly confused and surprised. Tobor stands, this unbearable fury starting to pour through his circuits- What exactly is wrong with him? Why does he feel this way… What set him off? This human just ticks me off. If he has the ability to choose what he wants, why is he here complaining?

"Tobor… Are you feeling alright?" Alexia asks anxiously, "You're not overheating, now are you?" Alexia frowns, "That could ruin your consciousness chip… It's a very delicate chip…"

Chip, chip, chip. Everything is about the chip. "Nothing is wrong." Tobor snaps at Alexia. She flinches at his cold, hard tone. However, she frowns before making a hurmmph sound. Vic looks even more scared and confused.

"Fine then, don't tell us." Alexia retorts icily, "But if you have finished your little temper tantrum, the both of you can continue working on the training area instead of the depression today. I will continue with the flight path, and Dr. F… will do whatever he does." With that, Alexia turns on her heel and stomps over to the squadron of computers termed the "command centre".

"Uwwaahh, I guess we should be going…" Vic Vector stammers, unaccustomed to the tension floating in the air. He shifts his weight, awkwardly anticipating an order or response from Tobor. Tobor, however, just snorts at him.

"Go do whatever you want. This project was stupid from the start. I don't want to waste my energy on something so frivolous. Have a good day, you spineless organic life form." Tobor turns and walks away, fed up with everything. Vic Vector stares after him, feeling lost and alone.

"But- Ah- Alexia-! Oh, no, wait… He's gone." Vic Vector sighs, scratching his head pathetically, "How in the world can I wire all the training equipment…?" Vic wonders to himself, as he starts to trudge towards the training area, "I have no idea what I'm supposed to do… I'm only a janitor!" Of course, his small burst of emotion didn't get him anywhere. Tobor had walked off, and Alexia was out of ear-shot. Dr. F was yet to be seen, and even if he was here, he wouldn't have really cared. Dr. F hardly cared for anything but his own opinions and science. Vic sighs again, "I guess these people aren't very good morning people… I wish Alexia would have told me this in the job description…" Vic mumbles to himself, shuffling his way over to where he was supposed to be. He stares at the complex equipment he and Tobor had spent weeks on, building (Tobor had done most of the work though), "I can figure this all out, can't I?" Vic told himself, as he stood staring at the daunting task in front of him, "After all, I am a janitor." Somehow, that revelation did nothing to help him boost neither his mood, nor his ego.

Neither did Dr. F's strange revelation of the usage of ketchup for windshield wiper fluid.

The 23rd came and went with surprising swiftness. Alexia had been strict and agitated the whole day. Vic had been his usually cowardly self, and Tobor had been irate and temperamental.

Choose your own path in life… What utter rubbish… Tobor scowled. How can you change your life when it's already determined for you? There is no way I can choose something different. No way in He-

"Tobor-! Tobor, could you help me out…?" Vic's voice wavered over to the irate robot. Tobor scowls darkly before turning to stare at the pathetic heap of human flesh.

"What is it now, Vic?" This human can't even do his OWN job right… Why did he ever pick it?

"Umm… er… well…" Vic couldn't really answer any longer, with Tobor's dark look giving him the creeps. "Ahh… nothing." Vic looks down at his pile of metallic scraps and sighs. He was supposed to make a circuit board from these scraps for the training arena… It is not happening.

Tobor can see how pathetic Vic feels about this- how hopeless he is at electrical work. Seriously, why does he even work here? Janitor… the job in itself sounds terrible. Now Vic is stuck here, with this horrible job, no pay and no respect either… What is keeping him here? What is the point?

Suddenly, overcome with the curiosity to know, to understand what is propelling Vic Vector, Tobor side-steps closer to the human, "Er… Vic…?" Tobor mumbles, not wanting to be heard, yet needing to be heard all the same. Vic stops in his pathetic display of designing electrical boards to stare up at the robot warily, not trusting his suddenly "open" mood.

"Y-Yes…?" Vic replies.

"Why do you work here? To be frank, this job is a terrible one. Why did you pick this out of all the other jobs you could have picked from in this world?" Vic stares at Tobor for a moment, determining if he was truly serious or not. Of course, since Tobor is a robot he looks rather impassive no matter what he does. Vic sighs, deciding that Tobor was being honest and wants to know. He stands up, abandoning his failure for lost cause.

"Well, I guess… it sounded like something I'd like to do…?" Vic replies haphazardly, wondering exactly how Tobor wants him to answer his question. As Tobor continues to look at him with his serious (?) face, Vic starts to think about it deeper, "I mean, I always wanted to do something science-y… Though I don't have a degree… And well, this job helps out people, doesn't it? Who would clean up all this mess anyways?" Vic laughs silently, pleased by his own joke. He looks at the pathetic rocky-island and his smile dies. The whole place radiates gloom and doom. He sighs.

Tobor processes what Vic had just told him. He blinks a few times, before saying, "Is… Is helping people… A good thing…?" Vic turns to look at Tobor incredulously. Embarrassed, Tobor scowls and looks pointedly away from Vic's astonished face.

"Well of course it's a good thing to help people!" Vic states indignantly, "It's nice to give people things. They usually help you in return." Suddenly, a grumbling sound starts. Vic looks down, and grimaces, holding his stomach, "Speaking of helping… You know what would really help? A nice good restaurant that sold good sandwiches. That would help loads." He continues absently, rubbing his empty belly, "Astronaut packets are fine and all… But they do not replace a nice big, crunchy sandwich… Ahh, my mouth is watering already… A chef… A cook… That is who Alexia should hire…" Vic then wanders off, a look of acute torturous pleasure on his face. Tobor sits back on his heels and contemplates the information recently given to him.

Helping people… is good?

For the next few days, Tobor tries out Vic's philosophy of "helping people". Well, he tried helping people (considering that either a) Tobor ignored Alexia's requests or b) he was commanded to do them, and since his robot programming was still set to receiving orders, he had to do it)

Tobor found that helping people out was really, really stupid. Having a job could not just mean helping… could it? If so, they had to be incredibly giving people. Because Tobor kept helping and helping, and he didn't get anything back for his efforts. Dr. F didn't recognize his efforts and Alexia just sent him to do more. It was like a charity, and he was the donator. The sole donator.

"There's got to be more than just giving and helping people out to a job, right?" Tobor retorts grumpily to Vic Vector a few days after, as they both get roped into yet more training (the training arena had finally been set up, courtesy of Tobor and his giving phase) . Nevertheless, they were training even when they did not have a rocket ship built yet. Tobor would have pointed this fault out, yet he didn't feel like increasing his work load - especially since he was too busy concentrating on finding his "own path of life"; and he didn't give two ticks about Dr. F and his fruitless endeavors.

"Well, yeah." Vic answers, "You get life experience and skills as well as friendships that last-"

"I mean something worthwhile." Tobor interjects, not particularly caring about experience, skills or friendships "that last".

Vic stands for a few seconds, before he responds, "Oh. Well I guess you must mean money then." He sighs suddenly, before leaning against the space simulator, "Like everyone else on this planet, money is what makes things worthwhile, if not sentimental values. I can be the first to say it. Money helps to fuel the obsession."

Money…? "Fuel the obsession…?" Tobor questions politely, not really interested in the answer, just in keeping, Vic entertained. Money… They've talked about it before…

"Yes! The figurine obsession! I must have them all! Figurines are way more important than money… Though I need that for my figurines…" Tobor barely registers Vic Vector's voice, even as he (Vic) launches into a tirade on his favourite subject of all time; figurines. Tobor, however, was thinking of money. What could money do for him? Could it buy him a ticket off this Looney island? Could it get him to a better job? Could it help him find his only other friend (?)* in this world, his sister robot Proto-Makoto?

"- so that is why figurines made such a big appearance in the late eighties… The nineties, however, are a different story all together…"

"That's wonderful, Vic." Tobor utters absently, as he then goes off to ponder more about this money thing. The possibilities open up in front of him.

Vic stares at Tobor's back, feeling slightly taken back, "Whoa. He said my name."

"It took you a while to help out Rene, didn't it? She asked for quite a lot." A blonde haired, tan-ish girl comments, crossing her legs as she leans back on her arms. The clothing she wears resembles that of a pirate's get up, silky and decorative. Her blue eyes are sharp against her tan face.

"It did! But she had an awesome pig!" Chips in a perky voice, distinctly male in tone. The young male has on a strange silk outfit, resembling that of a court messenger. An idiotic grin lights his pale face, even paler against his straw-blond hair. His brown eyes shine with mirth and childishness. Both he and the girl sit on the mahogany bench, swaying back and forth due to the waves underneath the small vessel. The wind nips at the loose parts of their clothing and hair, whipping it around their bodies. The two share a picnic lunch amidst the mast holding the sails.

They converse with a girl standing at the helm, looking off into the deep blue sea stretching beyond their vision. She has pin-straight black-brown hair, which covers a part of her face. It flows down her slight frame, whipping in the light breeze. Her eyes are a deep green colour, reflecting her excitement. Her clothing is simple; plain brown pants, with a leaf-green shirt.

"Too bad she didn't even recognize it as her own pig." The tan girl, named Lindsey, remarks sourly, "She was so demanding too." She continues on, scowling, "Wanting this and that for her dumb cat. Seriously, Rebecca, people like that you ignore. Okay? Ignore them." Her scowl darkens, as she thinks about it.

Rebecca, (the girl at the helm) rolls her eyes and sighs silently. Before she could say anything, however, Buddy (the young male) answers Lindsey for her.

"Rude, Lindsey!" He exclaims, indiginant, "You cannot ignore a person in trouble! Rene needed help, and Rebecca was there to help her- because she is just so kind and generous and lovely and sweet~" A reverent look appears in Buddy's eyes, as he continues to list the various traits he felt Rebecca possessed.

"Yes, yes." Lindsey forcibly interrupts, "Rebecca-fan-club, we already know how great Rebecca is. She got to be Wandolier, after all."

"That is because Rebecca is amazing!" Rebecca sighs audibly this time, and turns to look at Lindsey. Lindsey rolls her eyes and shrugs.

"So anyway, Rebecca." Lindsey remarks, as Buddy goes on another rampage on how 'great' Rebecca is, "Have you seen this… Ermm… Rocket Reef place yet? It's the latest updated island the King showed us! I can't wait to explore it!"

Rebecca smiles, "Ah, not yet, Lindsey. But I believe we will be there soon!" She replies, as she grips the steering of their vessel tighter. Rebecca couldn't believe how fortunate she was. At least a week ago, Rebecca had been a nothing. Her life revolved around pleasing her ridiculously short-tempered Aunt (who was a hard-to-please person), and that had been rather… tedious and boring. The exciting part of her life was that Buddy was the king's messenger and Lindsey was the daughter of the world's reknown adventurer (retired now)- so she was entertained by their stories. She had no stories to tell anyone, anyway. However, on that day, Buddy had came roaring up to her, a bunch of fliers in hand. The Wandolier Contest. He, along with Lindsey, had insisted that she should join- she should try to become Wandolier. At the time, Rebecca had doubted she could make it- after all, many other people would want to become the Wandolier as well; yet look at me now! She has the wand, the power, and the essence to help people- in fact, she is already heading to her third island! She has travelled more in the past few days than she had in her whole life combined with her aunts! She can't believe how lucky she is- to travel the world, meet new people and fulfill the need for a Wandolier to keep the peace and tranquility of the Kingdom. She is needed; She is wanted.

"Hey! Look! Rocket Reef!" Buddy say suddenly, dragging Rebecca from her thoughts. Sure enough, beyond the horizon, is a stretch of grey-ish land. Rebecca's belly does an exciting flip. Another adventure awaits.

They reach the grey island with hardly any difficulty. The island, itself, is dark, dank, and gloomy. The predominant colour is a bland grey. Strange metallic things stick up from the ground, giving slight variation to the colours the island held. The overall atmosphere gives the three of them apprehension. How anyone could live here happily was a serious question.

"What is with these… weird-thingies…?" Lindsey ask out loud, as they dock the boat. She peers at the closer metallic poles, noticing the flashing lights and strange dents in the metal. Rebecca and Buddy shrug, not knowing what it is either. Lindsey sighs as she surveys the island, "Nothing worth exploring here for…" She announces grumpily, as they all get off the boat, "This island just kills the mood." She complains sourly. Rebecca can't help but agree with that statement,

B~O~O~M‼!

The ground violently shakes for a few, brief seconds, as a loud explosive sound radiates from somewhere inward of the island. Buddy screams, as he jumps at the noise. Rebecca and Lindsey look at each other, worried.

"What was that?" Buddy exclaims, his voice high-pitch and terrified.

"I don't know- But we should check it out!" Lindsey remarks.

"We- WE SHOULD?"

It is his own fault. His own bloody fault that he is in this mess-

Oh no wait. Maybe it is Vic's fault, for putting that stupid idea in his head. Yes, yes. It is Vic's fault. Completely and utterly Vic's fault that his body is scattered into millions of pieces all over the bloody island.

Seriously, if Vic had never given him that stupid advice to help people- or that he could gain money (the one thing of value you get from having a job) this would never have happened. Yes, Tobor can safely say that if he hadn't had been so curious, nor had been stupid enough to take Vic's words seriously, he would not be scattered throughout half the island. He would be his whole self. Stupid, idioit Vic Vector. Though I better get some money or SOMETHING out of this! Dr. F better pay up!

"BWAHAHAHA‼" Speaking of the devil, Dr. F's face appears from the light grey mist surrounding the entire area. He grins cheekily down at Tobor's beheaded, er, head. Alexia appears beside him, her trademark clipboard present at her side, "The robot blew up! Gwahahhaha‼" Dr. F's gaffs grow louder with each passing word, as Tobor's tolerance level drops every second; for Tobor is not enjoying this at all. I am not getting paid for this at all… Tobor announces to himself gloomily.

Alexia sighs, pushing her glasses up her nose, "Blowing this up is not-"

"Oh my gwad! He blew up our house!" Vic's horrified cry screeches throughout all of the inhabitants of the island. All the other banter stops in that instant, as they turn to see the charred, destroyed rubbish of what used to be called a 'home'.

Since the explosion had been a dangerous one, Alexia and Dr. F had been far away from the explosion site in the first place. When the 'bomb' had blown up, it created a large dust cloud- which blocked their view. (Tobor's head had flown near them, resulting into why they could see him before they saw the house) Only now, with it clearing- could they see the true disaster Dr. F's new experiment on rocket fuel did. The house was gone.

All three of them ran up to it.

"My figurine collection…" Vic mumbles, looking and sounding stricken. The only that that probably didn't blow up (of his) is the broom he is clutching in his hand-intended to clean up the mess that Dr. F's experiment might make. Quite ironic now, seeing as it is the only possession Vic now has to his name- and it's meant for cleaning up the mess that caused him such a state.

"All of our knowledge… our experiments… gone. All gone!" Alexia stares at the charred piece of house, her face turning pale and ashen, "It's all gone! I can't believe-!"

"GWAHAHAHA!" Dr. F cuts in, his face looking estatic, "The house blew up! My ketchup and mayo infusion sure has potency! Ahahahaha!" Dr. F's voice booms over the silence; a disturbing cacophony in the light of this horrible disaster that struck them- all by his hands. Everyone flinches at his voice, and Tobor knows instantly that something will happen. Tobor may not like his master, nor care for him at all, (hate him for blowing up his god-forsaken body) yet he knows that Dr. F is just sticking his foot in his mouth big time. Saying something that heartless while Alexia and Vic are having a moment and being all depressed over what he himself had done… Was just wrong.

As expected, Alexia turns to face him, her eyes glinting murder and ascertained death, "You're happy aobut this! You think this is funny? YOU BLEW UP OUR FREAKING HOUSE, DR. F‼ How do you plan to rebuild it, huh! We can't use your machines, since they are all destroyed! How do you plan to fix this? How do you plan to replace all the things you destroyed!"

Dr. F looks taken back by Alexia's snarling, fierce attitude. His eyes shift, looking anywhere but at her murderous face, "Umm.. Well… I…" He stammers, confused and no doubt scared. Alexia isn't normally an angry person- she is usually the docile, dull lab assistant; not this snarling, ferocious beast.

Tobor actually feels grudging respect for Alexia in this moment. Who knew she had it in her? Tobor thinks to himself, smirking slightly. After all, Dr. F DID deserve a good talking to.

"UMM? WELL?‼? Is that all you can say for yourself? You do this EVERY. SINGLE. TIME! You never, ever think things through! You just go ahead, not thinking about the consequences-" Alexia suddenly stops, as her eyes bear down on Dr. F, "And HOW IN THE WORLD do you believe that Ketchup and Mayonnaise could work as a fuel source? Is your mind messed up?" Terse silence follows her harsh comments, as everyone gaps at Alexia. She is still seething in her pent up rage, glaring furiously at the (quivering) Dr. F (yes. Tobor is sad to announce that his creator is a quivering heap of dejected scientist on the ground).

Her glasses glint dangerously as she turns to give Vic a hard look, "You." She says icily, her tone not in the least warm, "Clean this up."

Vic looks absolutely petrified, as he wide-openly gaps at Alexia. His eyes flicker to the large amounts of charred metal and heaps of debris, "But-! But-!" He flinches in terror as Alexia's gaze hardens, "Yes." He looks dejected as he tries (and fails) to sweep at the burnt ground.

"Um… Hello?" The voice breaks the tension in the air. Everyone turns to see three people standing curiously behind them. The one on the left is blond with a weird silky get-up adorning his person. (puffy sleeves and all). He produces a goofy smile to the lot of them, his brown eyes crinkling at the corners. The girl on the right is a shocking colour of blond with brown highlights, resembling the tan of her skin. She has a bandana holding up her hair, along with a pirate get-up on her body. She has her arms folded and a slight scowl on her face. The one in the middle, smiling slightly, has pin-straight black hair covering a part of her face. Her clothing is simple; brown pants with a leaf-green shirt. Her deep green eyes look on with curiousness, as she grips a golden sceptre tightly in her hand. The gem atop is a light pink colour, glowing faintly.

Alexia pushes her glasses up the bridge of her nose, observing the three newcomers. She huffs, "The new Wandolier, I presume?" The girl with the sceptre gives a broad smile with an enthusiastic nod.

"Yeap!" She says brightly, "I'm Rebecca. This is Lindsey-" She gestures to the pirate-like girl. She gives a nod, "-And this is Buddy." The boy smiles while giving a slight wave, "We came here to help you!"

A light switch seems to go off in Alexia's head. Her whole composure does a 180 as she smiles at them, "That's great!" She replies, her voice giddy, "The first thing you could do for us is to fix our house!"

Rebecca's eyes widen, as she turns to look at her friends, "Oh, yes. Of course. Of course." She replies, her voice slightly less bubbly than before. Lindsey, too, looks troubled.

"Wow pal!" Buddy exclaims, his voice not wavering in the slightest, "This is just like Rene! She wanted a house built too!"

"It was a visitor's centre, Buddy." Lindey retorts, crossing her arms more firmly against her chest. Buddy shrugs, either dismissing her comment or not bothering about it at all.

"She wanted a bed in it, so obviously she was gunna live in it." He responds

Alexia clasps her hands together, "Yes, yes," She says, seeing that if she didn't intervene forcefully, the conversation would only escalade more, "This Rene got exactly what we wanted." She turns to address Rebecca, her smile not fading, "So, can you do it? You could make a basic two story building, the bottom for… his Lab and the top for sleeping quarters."

"Hey hey!" Tobor interjects, before Alexia or Rebecca could do anything, "How about putting my body back together first?" Alexia slowly turns to look at Tobor's head, her scowl in full evidence. Tobor merely scowls back at her, not frightened in the least. After all, I suffered the most here. You still have a body to use. Tobor thought crossly to himself, "I think," Tobor continues, his words biting, "That it would take less time to find my body parts than building a whole house." Alexia's scowl deepens, knowing that she was caught in a corner with that remark.

"Well~" She says stubbornly, but no retort comes out of her mouth.

"Yeah. That sounds good. I think I saw a few when we were climbing the stairs." Rebecca remarks casually. Alexia's mouth thins to a pale line on her face, but she doesn't try to say anything. She knew that she is beaten, and Tobor can't help but smirk about it. Rebecca smiles, as she walks up towards the bodiless Tobor. Not that he didn't mind, yet Tobor was quite surprised that she was willing to help him out more so than her own species- none of the people he knew cared about him at all- wanted to help him at all. It was rather pleasing to have someone want to help you.

"So you were blown to bits by the big boom, huh?" Rebecca comments, as she places her hands on her thighs, kneeling down to be almost-level with him. At this close range… Tobor can't help but see what a colourful green her eyes are. He looks away from her face, feeling suddenly uncomforatable.

"Yeah. Dr. F and his weird concotions… Could you find my body parts now?" He asks roughly, not liking this weird sensation. It was making his internal unit buzz and hum. He didn't really like it; or did he?

"Yeah… Give me a minute." She responds, the bubbliness gone from her voice. She slowly stands up, giving him a weird glance as she does. After finally getting up, she puts her want firmly in both hands. The glowing strengthens, and she hums softly, "Alrighty Lindsey, Buddy. I think I got all the parts I need, let's go~!"

"Great! Let's go!" Lindsey replies, her scowl gone from her face and a strange light appearing in her eyes.

"I am always ready to help Rebecca out!" Buddy says, as he salutes promptly.

Rebecca smiles, "'Kay! See you people in a few!"

At least half an hour later, Tobor finds himself 'as right as rain' (or at least, that's what Rebecca proudly stated). Though, he can't help but feel impressed with this human (surprise, huh?). She found all of his parts, and even repaired the broken ones. He never thought she would have been able to find them all, let alone fix him up! Of course, he statement to Alexia that it would take no time at all had been a lie. He knew that it would have monopolized the Wandolier and her time spent here, just to royally tick off Alexia and the rest. He didn't care if they had a house. He really thinks that they don't deserve a house.

"Thank you human." Tobor say to Rebecca, his voice uncharacteristically jolly. He spins and rotates and performs an internal scan, yet finds nothing wrong with his unit. It is bliss.

"Don't mention it, robot." She say playfully, giving him a wide smile. For some reason, Tobor stares at her smile, that weird feeling occurring in his internal unit again. She's really cute. Tobor freezes, Did I just think…? Cute? No! A human cannot be cute! Gahh! What am I thinking? The huma- Er, Rebecca- walks away from Tobor, still smiling. Tobor blinks rapidly, No no. She ISN'T cute. No! Cannot think that way! She is HUMAN. As Tobor continues to delude himself, he fails to notice that Dr. F had recovered from his shock and is now saddling up to Tobor, grinning like a maniac.

"So, now that you are fixed…"

"No!" Tobor's fierce outburst startles everyone. They all turn to see Tobor glaring daggers at the scientist, "Never ever, ever am I doing that again! I quit! I hate this! Blowing up, testing some other stupid experiment of yours~! I hate doing something I don't want to do!"

"Oh? Well what do you like?" Dr. F questions

Tobor stands still for a minute, unsure of his own answer. What did he like? What could he do? "Cooking. I like to cook." Tobor replies, his mind falling on the only other job he knew of- besides being a Wandolier or a scientific experiment testor- which Vic had implied during his "restaurant" speech the other day, "I want to open up a restaurant." As the idea begins to formulate in his mind, Tobor grows more confident. He stares down Dr. F, feeling and looking defiant. Alexia and Dr. F snort, not belieiving. Vic looks entranced; hopeful. I bet his mouth is already watering…Tobor thinks to himself, slightly disgusted.

"That's the most stupidest-"

"Oi! A restaurant! That'll be awesome! You'll be an epic chef, Tobor!" Vic encourages, his mind already conjuring dishes that Tobor would make him. Tobor looks surprised at the confidence and faith Vic is displaying in him. Maybe he's not all that disgusting… Tobor remarks to himself; not that he would ever, ever admit that outloud.

"Yes! That's wonderful!" Rebecca exclaims, as she smiles brightly, "I'll do whatever to help you out, Tobor!" She gives Tobor thumbs up. Alexia frowns, looking seriously peeved off. Dr. F frowns, not looking peeved, but thoughtful.

"Does that mean you'll need to use my mayo and ketchup supplies?" He asks Tobor. His face is serious, so Tobor doesn't know how to take the question.

"Ahh... Yes, most probably." He responds warily. Dr. F suddenly looks crestfallen.

"Awwh man! Tobor you having a new job SUCKS‼!"

*- Alright, the thing about the question mark there, is that Proto-Makoto has been missing for a while- So how does Tobor know that she will still be his friend after all these years?

Alright! Sorry sorry for the late update there Crazy- Pairing- Girl… You know how things go. So I really hope you guys enjoy this and… Well, aren't really confused by it or nothing… =/

-Calm- Waters