Gyroid Translations
Chapter 5
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing nor any animal characters displayed here!
Fc Weeble- Nope, this is not planned out at all. I sit down and write, just putting down what comes into my little brain. Thanks for the review!
Hermionette- Thanks for the four review. And you are really funny, I laughed so hard reading your reviews. Thanks! As to how I come up with this stuff, I don't know. I hang out with some very strange people, and compared to them, I'm tame sounding. If you want to read something really funny, check out Silver Whirl's FFX story called A Yarn of Seymour's Ordeal, if you like Final Fantasy, that is.
the pen pals- I was going to argue with you and say that this story does have a plot, but then I got thinking about it and I realized that it really doesn't. Well, what can I say?
Bookworm453- God! That laugh IS really annoying! I don't know why people insist on using it. It's annoying to hear and annoying to look at. No hope for it though.
Sour Schuyler Offline- thanks! I'm glad you liked it, and your right, they all should just go and get their own stuff! You know what's the worst? When you go to twelve different places and finally get whatever it is you're after, then get stationary as a reward! I hate that!
WhiteFlames17- I glad you and your sisters enjoyed my story! Don't worry, you aren't the only ones who use the term "lazy butt". My whole family does too and so do a lot of my friends! It's a good term!
LuvablKitsune270- like I've said at the beginning of each chapter, this is just for grins and giggles and I don't plan this out at all. I think I've actually looked at the game for some detail once. I just pulled B-3 out of the air. Where the green mouse's house is makes no difference, and it's not that big of a deal. It's just a stupid story. But if it matters that much to you, check chapter three out again, I've changed it.
A/N- Whew! I got a whole lot more reviews for this than I expected to! Thanks to everyone, again. And I am sorry that it had taken me so long to update this. I've had lots of stuff going on and a case of writers block. But it okay now, I fought my way threw it, and here's chapter five!
Oh, and just a little heads up! In about two weeks I will be playing host to a German with no attention span and an addiction to being outside, so there probably won't be any updates until after September 1st. So the beginning of September there should be lots updates! And without further ado, Chapter five!
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Hurling myself through my front door, I gently placed my new gyroid in the circle. Then I picked up Phydeaux and ran him back down to the basement. As I came back up from the basement, I heaved a huge sigh. Now was the hour of truth. In just a second I would know whether or not I had screwed up the past three weeks work, or if it was all on hold.
I settled myself down in the middle of my gyroid circle with my new pad of paper on my lap. I switched on the translator and waited. Nothing happened. Then I realized that I hadn't turned on the gyroids themselves yet. Feeling rather sheepish, I got up and turned one the older three gyroids one by one.
"You know what the best part of showing houses is?" Re-Max asked. "Seeing the kids faces light up when you've brought them to a house with cool bedrooms and they scamper around claiming bedrooms!"
"Oh! Oh!" Ash chimed in. "Have you ever run across any houses with Pokemon decorated bedrooms?"
Yes! It had worked! They had left off where I had left them! I didn't have to redo the past three weeks work. I did a silent little happy dance in the middle of the gyroid circle. Smiling broadly, I switched on the new one and resettled myself in the circle, pencil and paper in my lap.
The old three stopped speaking for a second; almost as if they knew there was a newbie among them. I thought that was kind of strange, but I quickly dismissed the thought, eager to listen to this new toy. It was quiet for a second, and then it plunged into a monologue about its chosen topic.
"I love Interior Design!" it shouted passionately. "The color pallets! The fabrics! The themes! It all makes a space glow!"
Right about then, the other conversation started back up and the rest of the speech was drowned out. I was back to listening to two conversations at once. Listening to two made it extremely hard to record sayings and phrases. As soon as I started writing down one, another good one would come up and in the other conversation, and I'd end up meshing the two together.
Instead of whining some more to myself, I put pen to paper and began listening intently to the double conversations.
"No!" Re-Max scoffed, picking up where it had left off again. "A little kid light have some Pokemon stuff in their room, but the whole room has never been done up Pokemon style."
"Why would anyone want a Pokemon centered room anyway?" Props asked archly. "There is no where to go with the design. Now, if you were to go with a theatre based design scheme, there is so much more you can do with that. There are so many different angles' you can approach it from. You could decorate with production posters, or you could just do general theatre. The theatre is just so much more versatile and—"
"And the paints, and the furnishings, and the layouts! It's all so wonderful, and so flexible!" The interior design infatuated gyroid had begun shouting its joy again. I decided to just call it Design. I couldn't think of anything else witty or clever to go with interior decorating at the moment.
"What's wrong with that one?" Ash asked, commenting on Design's out burst. "It got a malfunction or something?"
"Yeah," Props echoed. "Do you have some kind of disorder?"
I snorted and Design ignored the other three, but it did quiet down. The others lost interest and went back to their old conversation. The gyroids kept talking and I kept recording. It went on this way for a few more hours. The trio held up their shifting conversation, and were occasionally interrupted by Designs outbursts. At about 8 o'clock at night, Design tried something new.
"Oh my God!" it said suddenly and loudly.
The trio's conversation stopped and I looked up from the sentence I was in the middle of recording.
"Oh my God!" It repeated, sounding stunned. "Look at this room!" I raised my eyebrows. My room? What about it?
"It's horrible! Look at all the exotic stuff! Where are we, Tropical Town? I mean, come on! It doesn't even match the walls and floors! Who decorated this room a blind clown?"
I threw down my pen and paper, last sentence forgotten, and stood up and started yelling at the gyroid. Then I realized it was a stupid machine and would probably just ignore me. There was no sense in arguing with a machine. Besides, I knew that my wallpaper and carpet didn't match. But it is really hard to find exotic stuff.
Then another thought struck me. How did the gyroid know how my house was decorated? They had eye looking things on their front, but I didn't think they could actually see with them. Oh, that was a creepy thought; that they were actually semi-sentient.
The rest of that train of thought was derailed as Design started in again on my decorating.
"Ew, and look at the figurine statues flanking the door and the wardrobe! How tacky is that?!" it screeched. "Oh, those clothes displayed there are hideous. They looked like they were picked out of the dump! They probably smell too. Boy, I'm glad I don't have a nose."
That was it. The stupid gyroid had insulted my favorite things in my house. I loved my Emi Figurines and my spare outfits. And they were not from the dump! They were Christmas and Birthday presents from the animals here in town. They weren't hideous.
Angrily I switched off Design and scooped it up. I took it right outside to the large Gyroid that greeted visitors and displayed items for sale to anyone in town. I stored Design there and set the price for five Bells, and then I stormed back inside. Maybe one of my neighbors, who were never home when I was, would buy it from me. I didn't care. I just wanted it gone.
Inside, I switched off the translator and the gyroids themselves. I was again in a bad mood and I wanted some peace and quiet. It had been a thoroughly horrible day, and now that I knew there was no danger in turning off the gyroids, I was going to do so.
I grabbed a book out of my Exotic Cabinet and sprawled out on my bed and began reading. I read for hours, trying to forget my anger. I eventually read myself to sleep. I slept dreamlessly, for once, and I woke the next morning truly rested.
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A/N- well, there it is. Not really much to say here, so I'll won't say anything. Okay, I lied, tell me what you think. Thanks!
Chapter 5
Disclaimer- I do not own Animal Crossing nor any animal characters displayed here!
Fc Weeble- Nope, this is not planned out at all. I sit down and write, just putting down what comes into my little brain. Thanks for the review!
Hermionette- Thanks for the four review. And you are really funny, I laughed so hard reading your reviews. Thanks! As to how I come up with this stuff, I don't know. I hang out with some very strange people, and compared to them, I'm tame sounding. If you want to read something really funny, check out Silver Whirl's FFX story called A Yarn of Seymour's Ordeal, if you like Final Fantasy, that is.
the pen pals- I was going to argue with you and say that this story does have a plot, but then I got thinking about it and I realized that it really doesn't. Well, what can I say?
Bookworm453- God! That laugh IS really annoying! I don't know why people insist on using it. It's annoying to hear and annoying to look at. No hope for it though.
Sour Schuyler Offline- thanks! I'm glad you liked it, and your right, they all should just go and get their own stuff! You know what's the worst? When you go to twelve different places and finally get whatever it is you're after, then get stationary as a reward! I hate that!
WhiteFlames17- I glad you and your sisters enjoyed my story! Don't worry, you aren't the only ones who use the term "lazy butt". My whole family does too and so do a lot of my friends! It's a good term!
LuvablKitsune270- like I've said at the beginning of each chapter, this is just for grins and giggles and I don't plan this out at all. I think I've actually looked at the game for some detail once. I just pulled B-3 out of the air. Where the green mouse's house is makes no difference, and it's not that big of a deal. It's just a stupid story. But if it matters that much to you, check chapter three out again, I've changed it.
A/N- Whew! I got a whole lot more reviews for this than I expected to! Thanks to everyone, again. And I am sorry that it had taken me so long to update this. I've had lots of stuff going on and a case of writers block. But it okay now, I fought my way threw it, and here's chapter five!
Oh, and just a little heads up! In about two weeks I will be playing host to a German with no attention span and an addiction to being outside, so there probably won't be any updates until after September 1st. So the beginning of September there should be lots updates! And without further ado, Chapter five!
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Hurling myself through my front door, I gently placed my new gyroid in the circle. Then I picked up Phydeaux and ran him back down to the basement. As I came back up from the basement, I heaved a huge sigh. Now was the hour of truth. In just a second I would know whether or not I had screwed up the past three weeks work, or if it was all on hold.
I settled myself down in the middle of my gyroid circle with my new pad of paper on my lap. I switched on the translator and waited. Nothing happened. Then I realized that I hadn't turned on the gyroids themselves yet. Feeling rather sheepish, I got up and turned one the older three gyroids one by one.
"You know what the best part of showing houses is?" Re-Max asked. "Seeing the kids faces light up when you've brought them to a house with cool bedrooms and they scamper around claiming bedrooms!"
"Oh! Oh!" Ash chimed in. "Have you ever run across any houses with Pokemon decorated bedrooms?"
Yes! It had worked! They had left off where I had left them! I didn't have to redo the past three weeks work. I did a silent little happy dance in the middle of the gyroid circle. Smiling broadly, I switched on the new one and resettled myself in the circle, pencil and paper in my lap.
The old three stopped speaking for a second; almost as if they knew there was a newbie among them. I thought that was kind of strange, but I quickly dismissed the thought, eager to listen to this new toy. It was quiet for a second, and then it plunged into a monologue about its chosen topic.
"I love Interior Design!" it shouted passionately. "The color pallets! The fabrics! The themes! It all makes a space glow!"
Right about then, the other conversation started back up and the rest of the speech was drowned out. I was back to listening to two conversations at once. Listening to two made it extremely hard to record sayings and phrases. As soon as I started writing down one, another good one would come up and in the other conversation, and I'd end up meshing the two together.
Instead of whining some more to myself, I put pen to paper and began listening intently to the double conversations.
"No!" Re-Max scoffed, picking up where it had left off again. "A little kid light have some Pokemon stuff in their room, but the whole room has never been done up Pokemon style."
"Why would anyone want a Pokemon centered room anyway?" Props asked archly. "There is no where to go with the design. Now, if you were to go with a theatre based design scheme, there is so much more you can do with that. There are so many different angles' you can approach it from. You could decorate with production posters, or you could just do general theatre. The theatre is just so much more versatile and—"
"And the paints, and the furnishings, and the layouts! It's all so wonderful, and so flexible!" The interior design infatuated gyroid had begun shouting its joy again. I decided to just call it Design. I couldn't think of anything else witty or clever to go with interior decorating at the moment.
"What's wrong with that one?" Ash asked, commenting on Design's out burst. "It got a malfunction or something?"
"Yeah," Props echoed. "Do you have some kind of disorder?"
I snorted and Design ignored the other three, but it did quiet down. The others lost interest and went back to their old conversation. The gyroids kept talking and I kept recording. It went on this way for a few more hours. The trio held up their shifting conversation, and were occasionally interrupted by Designs outbursts. At about 8 o'clock at night, Design tried something new.
"Oh my God!" it said suddenly and loudly.
The trio's conversation stopped and I looked up from the sentence I was in the middle of recording.
"Oh my God!" It repeated, sounding stunned. "Look at this room!" I raised my eyebrows. My room? What about it?
"It's horrible! Look at all the exotic stuff! Where are we, Tropical Town? I mean, come on! It doesn't even match the walls and floors! Who decorated this room a blind clown?"
I threw down my pen and paper, last sentence forgotten, and stood up and started yelling at the gyroid. Then I realized it was a stupid machine and would probably just ignore me. There was no sense in arguing with a machine. Besides, I knew that my wallpaper and carpet didn't match. But it is really hard to find exotic stuff.
Then another thought struck me. How did the gyroid know how my house was decorated? They had eye looking things on their front, but I didn't think they could actually see with them. Oh, that was a creepy thought; that they were actually semi-sentient.
The rest of that train of thought was derailed as Design started in again on my decorating.
"Ew, and look at the figurine statues flanking the door and the wardrobe! How tacky is that?!" it screeched. "Oh, those clothes displayed there are hideous. They looked like they were picked out of the dump! They probably smell too. Boy, I'm glad I don't have a nose."
That was it. The stupid gyroid had insulted my favorite things in my house. I loved my Emi Figurines and my spare outfits. And they were not from the dump! They were Christmas and Birthday presents from the animals here in town. They weren't hideous.
Angrily I switched off Design and scooped it up. I took it right outside to the large Gyroid that greeted visitors and displayed items for sale to anyone in town. I stored Design there and set the price for five Bells, and then I stormed back inside. Maybe one of my neighbors, who were never home when I was, would buy it from me. I didn't care. I just wanted it gone.
Inside, I switched off the translator and the gyroids themselves. I was again in a bad mood and I wanted some peace and quiet. It had been a thoroughly horrible day, and now that I knew there was no danger in turning off the gyroids, I was going to do so.
I grabbed a book out of my Exotic Cabinet and sprawled out on my bed and began reading. I read for hours, trying to forget my anger. I eventually read myself to sleep. I slept dreamlessly, for once, and I woke the next morning truly rested.
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A/N- well, there it is. Not really much to say here, so I'll won't say anything. Okay, I lied, tell me what you think. Thanks!