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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[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?