Appointments

[theblogger]

This post is for IC threads that don't fit in logs or network posts (aka this is an excellent choice for a private thread).

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[theblogger]

Oh, um.

[ Do you... want to talk about it? Does he really want to stick his foot in this? Maybe the cube is some sort of symbol for something. Girlfriend... could robots even have girlfriends? Friend, then, maybe? Sod it.

Pot, kettle, Wheatley, but we're still holding our tongue for now. ]

Well, if you like, maybe we can find you something here for you to work with in the meantime?

[testgasm]

[Welcome, John Watson, to the robot soap opera that is Aperture Science, and subsequently Wheatley's life.

He does, however, perk up a bit at the mention of alternative entertainment.]

Like what?

[theblogger]

[ Tranquility is just one score away from a tragic musical, really. John's not sure he wants to know.

And now he's sort of pursing his lips, trying to come up with a solution that won't involve sticking Wheatley with a sedative. ]

Well, do you like puzzles? Riddles?

[testgasm]

[He seems to perk up a bit at that, obviously excited at the prospect, but it's clear he's more than a little suspicious, as if there's some kind of stipulation in John's offer they just haven't gotten to yet.]

Puzzles, yes. Did a lot of that, back home. Testing.

[Wheatley does not, however, mention that he was the one administering the tests. Details.]

[theblogger]

[ An arch of brows. What? He's just trying to figure out what to do with you, Wheatley. If this is a favor he can call from Sherlock or Holmes... ]

What sort of testing?

[ He was a machine - surely he had something to do with them. ]

[testgasm]

You know, cube and button-based testing. The goal is to--is to put the cube on the button, but the whole room is a puzzle and you sort of have to...arrange things in the proper order, so that you can put the cube. On the button.

[This makes total sense.]

I used to monitor the tests.

[theblogger]

Like some sort of... obstacle course?

Don't think I need to tell you that I don't think it's a good idea for you to be up and moving about.

[ And yet he has said so anyway. ]

[testgasm]

[He manages to look JUUUST the slightest bit insulted at the implication that he would be the one taking the tests.]

Well, obviously we don't have those kinds of tests here. And if we did, I wouldn't be testing, anyway, that's not my job.

[theblogger]

All right.

[ Placatingly, because excuse him. ]

What were the tests for?

[testgasm]

[The answer is, perhaps, disturbingly immediate, and predictably doesn't explain anything at all.]

For science.

[He does, at least, realize that's kind of vague.]

We'd test, you know. Different inventions.

[theblogger]

The same sort of science that put a hole in your head?

[ There's a bit of a frown, but he nods. ]

Well, tell you what -- how about you let me hold onto your communicator for a little bit and I contact Sherlock to see if we can't get you something like a puzzle to work out?

[testgasm]

[He narrows his eyes, and then, dryly--]

Technically, I put the hole in my head, and it was only a little one.

[Because that's so much better.]

Anyway, do we have to keep dwelling on that? We don't, really. Why do you need my communicator?