Madeline spent most of the evening in her room, dealing with an overly-excitable sentry.
"No, Ivam, no going out." She waved her hand at him, laying in the bed with her eyes closed. She replaced her blue boots with gray slippers, and her white coat hung on a hook from the door, and with the heat, it felt good to be in just the dress she wore under it.
She could hear Ivam's wheels making the whole door vibrate, what a racket it was. Madeline jumped out of bed, she still kept Ivam a secret. She didn't want Ivam taken apart, especially without the blueprints around to be able to have him fixed. She grabbed him with both hands by his main body, lifting him off the ground.
"Gee, you're heavy for a small robot." She complained, while Ivam beeped loudly in an annoyed tone. The hood of one of his turrets opened, and inside was nothing but ammo. "Holy sh- are you eighty percent ammo, or what?" Two beeps was Ivam's answer. "Okay, that's a yes."
She put Ivam back onto the ground, and pushed the hood down till it clicked shut. "Fine. It's not too late; we'll go out." Madeline walked to the door, and grabbed the handle. "Stay next to me, that way, th- IVAM!" As she had opened the door, Ivam shot out like a rocket, whirring through the building. Madeline chased after the speedy sentry, and watched as the unknowing engineer appeared from another hallway, and too late! He tripped over Ivam, the sentry stuck under his leg.
"Gosh darn it!" He said, grabbing the sentry with a gloved and lifting it off the ground, shaking it a little. "What in tarnation is this? Ah sure didn't make it!"
"I am so sorry, Engineer!" Madeline exclaimed, grabbing Ivam from her comrades' hand, wrapping the robot in her own. "I told him to stay next to me, an-"
"Missy, where in blazes did ya' even get that darn thing?" Engineer asked, picking himself off the ground.
"Um, well..." She started. "He was made by the BLU engineer back in Viaduct; he somehow made his way into my bags before I was sent over here."
"A fellow engineer made him, huh?" He asked. Madeline nodded, and Ivam let out a few beeps. "He got any mind of his own?"
"Seems like it, but I'm not sure." She explained. "I think he just has alot of...objectives built in? And he reacts to everything."
"A robot who doesn't listen don't seem like one to just have objectives built in." Engineer chucked, and tipped his hat. "What's it called?"
"The engineer named him Ivam G." She said. "Interactive Vehicular Automated Machine Gun. But he responds to Ivam." She began explaining most of his weight was ammo, Ivam's gunpower equaled a level two stationary sentry, about his gun lockdown safety button, and how he liked to run around.
"Well, if he wants to run around, let him." Engineer said. "Ah'll make sure to tell everyone to leave him alone. So long as he stays painted blue, no one should mess with him too much. Call me iff'n he ever need a tire change." With a thank-you from Madeline, he took off, continuing to go wherever it was he was going.
Madeline set Ivam on the ground, and he began going off at a walking-pace for Madeline, letting her keep up with him. Eventually Ivam stumbled upon Rousseau's tank, and as he rushed foreward to record everything he saw, Rousseau dipped into the water and backed into a corner.
"Hi Rousseau," She greeted. "It's alright, his ammo is locked, and he's just... taking your picture. To remember this moment." She snickered under her breath. "His first time meeting you."
"Oh mon dieu," He said, after surfacing. "Zhey put zhem on wheels now?"
As she went about her day, Madeline showed whoever was awake Ivam, and by the time she woke up, everyone would know about him. Surprisingly to her, Ivam got on Medic's good side, ramming into a cabinet so a box would fall onto him, and he brought the doctor bandages. Cute as it was, the Medic was in need of sterile syringes, not bandages.