Applied Inventiontronics, Period 4 - Week 5

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Today, Inventiontronics was in the Danger Shop. Said Danger Shop looked a lot like a rural 1950's American town. Nice, normal little town, except for that creepy floating dude, and the fact that all the people were robots in various states of disrepair.

The zipperheaded man responsible was standing under the welcome sign, notes in hand, waiting for everyone to gather around.

"Hello, class!" Gosh, he was cheery. "Today, you're going to be repairing the good folks of Milltown. They're all ready and able to tell you how to fix them. Think of it as a walk-through. Ask them whatever questions you need to, they don't bite no matter how angry they look in the icons and are waiting with tools over there."

Glitch pointed over to the main street where six robots, counting the weird floating one, were scattered on steps and porches. Each one had a toolbox sitting near them.

"You can work together, if you like, or work alone. It's up to you. They'll let me know how you did when everyone is finished. Now go on," he started to herd them towards the robot people, "start working!"

[ooc: Wait for the OCD of roboty doom is up!]

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Re: Explore Milltown (2/4)

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"Still haven't told me what you did to mess up your elbow like this, Frank," A.J. said, conversationally, as he worked on patching up the wires. And, like he did when he talked to the sign, he only half expected an answer.

Re: Explore Milltown (2/4)

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"Happens as it happens, boy. Older the model, faster the wear."

He was not much for stories, especially when they ended in him needing to get fixed on by some kid.

Re: Explore Milltown (2/4)

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"Yeah, well," A.J. commented after taking a moment to quietly concentrate on a particularly tricksy wire, "let's hope I can get this so that it doesn't wear too fast next time, yeah?"

Re: Explore Milltown (2/4)

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'Frank' grunted and fussed with his beard, keeping his other arm steady.

It was as approving a grunt as he could make.