[voice]

[blastiafreak]

She's not looking...Now's my chance!

Ahem...If there are any dashing heroes out there who feel like rescuing poor little me from a cruel tyrant, I'm waiting! Yes, I'm in the clutches of an evil, abusive witch. She makes me work nonstop, for days at a time, until I just can't go on...She thinks slapping a little duct tape on me will make everything better...and I have burns in places you wouldn't believe!

No, I think she's returning--Will someone not come save us? Leon, dear? You're always trying to help us, aren't you? Ah-

There you are! The mixture's boiling and the voltage is steady, so it's your turn...Now where'd I put that blowtorch?

[ooc: Cursed with If These Walls Could Talk. Rita's tools and equipment are crying for help! Don't you feel sorry for them? ): Italics = tool, regular text is Rita.]

Comments

[reroutedbrain.livejournal.com]

Hey! You know how to make stuff, like an engineer. You should make me something so I can get all these stupid bugs off my City!

[ooc: SHODAN's young-version journal :) ]

[blastiafreak]

Huh? I guess I could if I felt like it, but--what bugs are you talking about?

[ooc: Aw~ Perfect mix of cute and creepy!]

[reroutedbrain.livejournal.com]

Bugs. Insects. Humans. They're all over my City, and they won't listen to me! So I have to teach them a lesson!

[blastiafreak]

Your City? Right...If you want a lesson, try this one: Of course nobody's going to listen to you if you don't do anything yourself.

[reroutedbrain.livejournal.com]

I do stuff myself all the time! I'm doing stuff right now. I'm running machines back in the shop and in my apartment.

[blastiafreak]

But you want me to help settle your personal grudge instead of taking it on yourself. I'm not interested.

[reroutedbrain.livejournal.com]

Then you're just one of the bugs, too.

[blastiafreak]

If you have time to complain about people, go study or something.