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Maybe messing with such old equipment wasn't such a good idea, Trisha thought. Or did she? Could animatronics think? Or was her advanced computing letting her proccesers lead her to that assumption? Everything was confusing. Still, she felt a compelling need to protect her new friend at any...

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"Maybe he can only handle simple commands.," Trisha guessed. "Maybe waving and clapping is too hard for it." She walked around it, examining it closely.

"Try giving it a command. These machines seem very simply made." Trisha suggests, trying to be helpful. She couldn't sense any frequency coming from the radio or the older animatronic, but maybe that was because she wasn't built to do so.

If Trisha could make a proper face of concern, she would at this point. "Easton, I think maybe you should hide in the office. I've never seen that before. And if could feel scared I would be. And that's saying a lot."

Trisha scanned him. "No, but your heart rate is elevated, and you almost released your bladder." She says, looking at him. "I believe it's age causes it to reboot often." She steps close to examine him. "I shall continue scanning to gather more data for my systems."

(The OOC, as promised https://www.rpnation.com/threads/set-sail-ooc.503530/ Jane swung across, cutlass in hand as she landed. Her crew was fighting effortlessly, and she would do the same. Of course, she was going to fighting off against the other captain. This captain stood much taller than...

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"Funtime Trisha. I'm a newer model. Plastic casing. I would not be your data banks. Oddly enough, you are in mine..." Could he see the night gaurd? She had heard older models were more violent. And she did not want him being a human pancake on the ground. Then she'd have to transfer him to a...

Trisha takes a step back, motioning for Easton to do the same. SCANNING...... ANIMATRONIC MODEL : A - 3589 ETBAES 19?? This model was old, obviously older than her database could reach, as there was barely any data on this model. He was bare, nothing but an endoskeleton to show. She...

"Yeah, but to be so...fleshy. Weird." There's a shift in the corner of the room. Perhaps age has just caused gears to move, perhaps not

"Bye then!" She gives TB a small wave as she watches Easton exit as well. "I wonder...What would it be like if our roles we're switched, hm? I as a night gaurd, you as an animatronic? Wouldn't that be odd?" Trish is attempting small talk, as one can with only a computer for a brain, to lighten...

Trisha shakes her head at TB. He is definitely one to make a show of things. "Well I for one am feeling a bit claustrophobic, so I am going to step out." She takes a step out of the room and stands out side it, looking in. "It was feeling a tad cramped, wouldn't you say?"

Jane looks up at the sound of Surgess's voice. "Batten down the hatches and get ready. We don't know what we're dealing with yet, but this looks like a big one." She was excited. They hadn't had anything all day, and she needed adventure. "Get ready to board! No mercy! Unless of course we really...

"Wait, we can knock down doors?" Trisha taps the door experimentally with her hand before looking at Easton. "The others must have been extremely mad at you to break a metal door."

Trisha makes a 'im watching you gesture's at him while standing beside Easton.

Sign ups https://www.rpnation.com/posts/11145812/ (The Ship) (Not my art) The Red Raider Jane sat at the wheel of the ship. It had been nothing but smooth sailing today, but they hadn't had any luck pillaging. No other ships had passed their way, and the map they had found was a trick...

"After you just threatened him? I find that hard to believe." Trisha crosses her arms, looking at TB for a moment. Sure, it wasn't a direct threat, but he basically said he'd die here, or soon, or something.

She smiles and then laughs. The laugh that emits from her voice box is meant to be pleasant, but it just sounds creepy, eerie. It almost sounds like there is a mix of child in it.

"And we chip and flake. And you have no fur, making you less appealing to the general aduiance. " Trisha points out to him, pointing at him.