An Ordinary Day (OPEN)

[somerandomhippie]

K9 woke in her bed, feeling rested and content. She sat up with a yawn, looking around her room. It was clean and tidy, just as it always was. Something about that struck her as being odd, but she shook her head.

Her computer bleeped to life, sending a robot dog rolling her way. Someone had pointed out the physical manifestation option in the computer's system preferences, and she had rooted around until she had found some Genuine Personality boards, canine edition. Somehow, the little dog managed to put her at ease when those nagging thoughts at the back of her head came up. It just felt right.

"Good morning, mistress," the dog greeted her in his stilted, synthesized voice. "Are you getting up?"

K9 yawned. "Good morning, Who," she said blearily. She had no idea how she had chosen the dog's name. Again, it just felt right. "Yes, I'm getting up. Would you like to go for a walk?"

"Affirmative," the little square dog yipped, wagging his tail.

K9 smiled. "Go map out a route while I get dressed," she told the little dog. "Then we can go have breakfast, and go for a walk."

"Affirmative." Who rolled out happily.

K9 smiled, pulling on the white things in her closet. As she pulled them on, something about her right hip nagged her. It felt too light. She shook her head. "I'm ready, Who!" she called. "Breakfast, then walk!"

K9 grabbed something to eat, and munched as they walked around the building. She waved to H390 and M1 as they passed. They seemed to be chatting... She shook her head. She grinned at L146 and N76. They were both nice people. Something about a cup, and a lazer sword popped into her head. She shook her head. She smiled as she passed P354. She didn't know him very well... Something about him, reading a Bible in a sanitizer-smelling room popped into her head. Oh, yes. She shook her head. "Hello, Father Penn," she called. He looked up, and nodded.

Eventually, she made her way back to the lounge, and flipped on the TV, Who sitting by her feet. It was a crime show. Something nagged her at the back of her head. They were doing something wrong. "I'm going to get a headache shaking my head so much," she commented to Who, shaking her head.

"Affirmative," he agreed, nodding.


((The tin dog is all your fault, Becky XDD))

[prefect]

The TV screen flickered as the connection seemed to break momentarily. A female face was seen for a glipse mouthing the word 'Captain' before it disappeared. The Prefect's image appeared afterward.

"Many greetings." He spoke to the viewers. Most replied with a smile. The man was highly liked by the Mount Pleasent visitors. His eyes darted around before landing on K9. He gave her a personal grin.

"Hello there, K9. How are you today?"

[somerandomhippie]

K9 leaned forwards a little as an image flashed on the screen. A woman, with short, dark hair, flickering in and out as she called something. Captain? Somehow, that word didn't sound right. Too navy. Maybe... Commander? Yes, that was it. Commander. That was a much better word.

She was snapped out of her thoughts as the Prefect popped up on the screen. Oh, him. Yes, he was rather pleasant, though she wished he could crack a joke once and a while. Holograms tended to be bad at that. "Lovely, gov'ner," she grinned wickedly. It felt like the right thing to do. "And yourself?"

Who shifted uncomfortably on-top of her feet. K9 patted him with a slippered foot absent-mindedly. Poor thing, he always seemed uncomfortable around TVs. She'd have to ask him about that later, see if he needed to get fixed. She probably knew someone who could fix him up. She flicked her hair, shaking the clamoring thoughts out, and listened to the Prefect.

[prefect]

"Lovely, gov'ner,"

"I'm glad, K9" he was genuine in his speech. The Prefect was eager to keep everyone happy.

"And yourself?"

"I am well, K9. Thank you for asking. Is there anything I can do for you?" he replied. K9 was one of his favourites. She never caused trouble and liked to chat.

"You'll be happy with the menu tomorow, I'm sure." He winked. The dining room always seemed to serve what everyone wanted that day.

[somerandomhippie]

K9 grinned happily as the Prefect smiled back at her. He always seemed like a cheery fellow, doing his best to be a good host. It was a nice little vacation spot, this Mount Pleasant. Though she would have to go back to work eventually. Whatever that was.

"You're welcome," she smiled. Making people happy was something she liked, too. "Actually, if it isn't too much of a bother, you wouldn't happen to know any engineers wandering around, would you? Poor Who here has something stuck in his circuits, I think." She patted the robot dog lovingly. "Would you like to get that checked out, Who?" she asked, scratching behind his robotic ears. "Or do you just need to hook up to a terminal and sort some stuff out?"

"Affirmative, mistress," the tin dog yapped. "I require a tune-up of my sensory mechanisms."

K9 cooed to the dog, then turned back to the Prefect as he winked. "I'm always happy with the menu," she grinned. He was getting better at the whole humor thing, she had to admit. Better than when she had first met him. "You must have magic chefs back there." An image of a pristine, state-of-the-art kitchen popped into her head, but she ignored it for now. She'd think about it later, when she wasn't talking.

[prefect]

"Actually, if it isn't too much of a bother, you wouldn't happen to know any engineers..."

The Prefect's eyebrows raised. She shouldn't know that word. Was she begining to remember?

"...wandering around, would you? Poor Who here has something stuck in his circuits, I think."

He lowered his eyebrows. She was merely concerned for the robotic dog. There had been a few fluctuations in visitor's memories recently. He was begining to worry that it wouldn't hold out much longer.

It was pleasent to watch her speak with the small dog. She had an affinity for the thing and it was clear.

"I will enquire," he said finally, once she had finished. To keep reality in check he would have to wait. It was possible to repair him then and there but he thought against it.

"I'm always happy with the menu, You must have magic chefs back there."

"You could say that," he laughed. "And I'm glad you enjoy it, K9. Is there anything I can do for you? If not, please report any further problems to the front desk." wherever that was...

[somerandomhippie]

The Prefect's eyebrows went up as she asked about the engineers, and K9's followed instinctively. Had engineers been a problem, or something? The only things she could associate with engineers were clashes and bangs, and she had a feeling those were normal. After all, they did fix stuff, and broken stuff did tend to clash and bang. Oh well. He seemed calm enough now. He said he would ask around, and she beamed. "Thanks so much," she grinned. "He's just a robot dog. Modest and everything." She patted K9 again.

She smiled again. He had a nice laugh, she had to admit. Calming, and almost... fatherly, if that was a word. She didn't know. She shook her head. "Actually, I think I'm alright," she smiled. "I'm sure if I get bored, I'll find something to do." She snuggled back into the cushy couch. "What about you?" she asked. Of all the people she had met, no one had ever asked about the Prefect. It was like they barely acknowledged him as a person. Poor guy. "How's your day been going? Alright?"