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<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Found a job for you.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

Well, aren't you just a fount of inspiration. What's the concept this time?

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

A job, not a gig.

Robotics upkeep. Innovate, update, but mostly keep a few rust buckets from falling apart. Sounds like something you’d be up for?

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

Absolutely. Should be horrifically simple. What have you got? Factory machinery?

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Not mine. A casino, the Lucky 38. Haven't scoped the place out much, but some of their tech looks better than what we've got around here. Secure-o-Trons, Protect-o-Bots. Factory machines from the future, if that's possible.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

From the future, huh? How far are we talking? Can't say I've had any use for a casino around here to have any idea of their machinery, but stupid names aside, might be worth a look.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Hard to explain. Out of place with the normal tech around Bavan, but not something you'd find in 2019 where I'm from.

'Retro-futurism' is the best way I can describe it. Something you'd see in an episode of The Jetsons.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

Solid colors, superfluous antennae, unnecessary rings around everything? I get you.

Likely doesn't originate here, right?

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Yeah. Got the beeps and boops going, too. Pretty sure this one talks, though.

Don’t know where it all came from. Guess buildings can be zapped here as easily as people can.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

It talks? Does it seem like some kind of artificial intelligence, or is it pre-programmed words and phrases?

Frankly, I'm wondering just what I might need to do to get my lab sent here.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

I said it talks, not that I held a conversation with it.

Wouldn't you rather be sent to your lab? Sounds like you're getting comfortable.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

I doubt it's very complicated, then.

If getting things brought here is easier than getting sent back, then having all of my resources would be a big help in working on my return. Besides, I have a mobile lab.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Try talking to upper management about it. I know theology isn't your thing, doc, but this Fog God seems more on par with a vindictive wizard than some actual religious figure.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

A vindictive wizard who has no intention of letting anyone go. I've heard there's someone unrelated who can magic up your things for you for a price, which is probably where this whole casino thing comes from, so I think I'll look into that one of these days.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

"Someone unrelated"? Some other magical being that isn't the one who dragged us all here?

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

Apparently! Someone informed me of a "Mana" who's the one to see for that. Haven't met her myself, though.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

[ He has to frown at that one for a moment. ]

You wake up with a sack of coins under your pillow yet?

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

I have. Thought I'd save up before I tried to get a quote.

<dosletter>

[ikonsuit]

Tell me how that goes.

I’d test it myself, but you sound like you got it covered.

<DoctorRobotnik>

[evilgrows]

I'll definitely have to see what the rates are sometime. I doubt I have enough for what I'm looking for yet, but... well, I'll see if there's a menu.

09/28

[ikonsuit]

[ Incoming image of a blueprint sketched onto grid paper. The background behind the notebook is mostly twigs and leaves, and there might be a hint of fur in the corner of the frame. More importantly, the sketch details the inner workings of a long, cylindrical staff, marked out at just above two meters. The guts of the staff seem to be a projectile of sorts, a rather unassuming weapon able to fire bursts of energy from either end.

Priced out following the image is a hefty amount of solars.

That's it. There's no mention of what's come before, where he is, or what he expects of Robotnik. In fact, there aren't any words at all. ]

[evilgrows]

[Well, this seems relatively straightforward, and Robotnik can appreciate having a blueprint all nice and set up for him. It'll take some innovation in regard to materials and replicating certain technological innovations, of course, but that's just what he does.

Doing it as a sort of guessing game, however, isn't as simple. He can work with what he has, sure, but a little bit of questioning never hurt.]

Deadline? Special specifications? Free rein to take as many liberties as I want? Pictionary?

[ikonsuit]

No. Scrabble.

Make it work, Ivo, and get it done soon. Let me know if you're backlogged. If that's the case, I'll find someone else.

[ His specifics aren't too specific, unfortunately.

Granted, he doesn't know anyone else and he's not fitting to come out of his leave of absence to hunt someone down. ]

[evilgrows]

"Doctor" is fine.

[Just gonna... pretend that hell week didn't happen, thank you.]

I have time. I'll try out a few concepts and get your shooty stick together. Stay tuned.

[ikonsuit]

[ Sorry, pal. If Slade has to acknowledge that week happened, so do you.

For the sake of his own embarrassment, it's about as far as he'll go. No need to rehash their talks of friendship and goodness. ]

One specification.

Make sure it can shoot silver.