estoria | [01] put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

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[01] put on your Sunday clothes when you feel down and out

Who: Wall-E and YOU!
When: Sunday ~~of course~~
Where: Residential District
What: A little robot is doing some important work, but in order to get it done, we need to go knocking on some people's doors here.
Rating/Warning: N/A, will update as necessary?

[It's a nice and quiet Sunday, not a lot going on. However, if you have chosen to spend this day relaxing at home, you might be able to hear some noise--or rather, music, coming from somewhere outside of the door of your residence here:]

Put on your Sunday clothes,
There's lots of world out there!
Get out the brilliantine and dime cigars
We're gonna find adventure in the evening air
Girls in white in a perfumed night
Where the lights are as bright as the stars!

[Soon enough, you'll hear a knock upon your door. Upon opening it, you'll be greeted by Wall-E here, who will offer a small wave and do one of two things:

A. Attempt to roll right on past you and go straight into your house, leaving behind a large garbage bin on wheels out in the hallway. He seems to be a robot on a mission, looking around for something. Hopefully you are someone who keeps their trash somewhere out in a noticeable spot, because that's what Wall-E's here for. Otherwise, you might end up having a nosy robot starting to poke around your things when looking for your garbage can here.

or

B. He'll take a second to turn off the music playing, and then starts digging around in a container that he hoists off his back for a moment. Once he finds what he's looking for, he holds it out for you to look at: it looks like a business card that someone was nice enough to put together for him (probably after too many attempts of Plan A made it quickly apparent that he needed a different approach instead of just going into people's houses without proper explanation), stating that he's a "Door to Door Trash Compactor" and that he's here to take care of your garbage for you today.

He'll give you a moment to look at it before he then speaks.]

Traaash?

[Is it okay if he comes inside for a moment to do some cleaning? Or, barring that, if you could bring it out here and he'll take care of it for you right here outside your door?]

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[...Wow, where to even start with your apartment here, Dipper. (Though, to be fair, it's not like Wall-E's living space is the cleanest either...)

Wall-E starts poking at the garbage here, even picking up some take-out boxes and opening them, turning them upside down, peering inside momentarily to see if there's anything noteworthy. Once he's deemed that there's nothing of value in them, he opens the door on his chest compartment and... proceeds to start scooping up this stuff off the floor and into the open space in his chest here.

Which, Dipper totally shouldn't have too much of a problem with: it's not like you need these things anymore, right?]

[ One the one hand, he's slightly insulted that a robot has found need to pick up after him. He can totally take care of himself, thank you very much! But on the other hand, hey, now he doesn't have to take out the trash. Which leaves more time to do other, far more important things.

...But still. If he's not a CERES robot, then why would he even be here? ]

Um - excuse me? Did someone send you here? [ Will the little guy even answer? Time will tell. ]

[Wall-E turns his attention away from the trash and back towards Dipper, blinking for a moment as if only just now noticing the boy.]

...Oh! [And then he lets go of the soda can he had been about to shove into his chest with the rest of the trash, reaching out to grab Dipper's hand in one of his and shake it. Honestly, where have our manners gone, we should have introduced ourselves first before we came barging into your apartment here.]

Waalllyy!

[...This probably doesn't actually answer the question of whether or not someone sent him here, but at least he's offering up his name now?]

[ O....kay. So he can sort of talk. Dipper shakes the robot's hand uncertainly. At least the little guy has manners?? ]

"Wally", huh? And here I thought you'd be called, like, 2E-2T or something. [ Science fiction films taught him robots had numbers, not names! ]

Uh, I'm Dipper. [ He should probably introduce himself, too, huh? ]

[Well, Dipper might notice the letters "WALL-E" printed on the bottom right corner of the little robot here if he looks, but yes, this is one robot that doesn't really have a number. (...Or rather, his serial number that differentiates him from the other WALL-E on Earth is practically inconsequential at this point, seeing as he's the only one of their kind left.)]

Dipperrrr?

[The name comes out sounding a little off at first, too much emphasis on the "r" at the end, but he says the name again, and the next time, it sounds a little more normal--]

Dipper! Dipper!

[He seems so pleased with himself here, happy to get to know another person here. He then starts to go back to picking up these soda cans, like this one here... and that one there... and this other one...

...Wow, you sure drink a lot of soda, don't you? Wall-E ends up holding up his hands, a soda can in each hand as he tilts his head at Dipper curiously. Why do you have so many of these here?]

[ Aww, it's kind of precious. And scientific! Trash-collecting wasn't that exciting of a protocol, but maybe he could be reprogrammed to be, like, an awesome mystery-solving sidekick. Mabel had a pig sidekick, why shouldn't he have one, too? Note to self, talk to Hiro about programming.

And once again Dipper's thoughts have gotten ahead of him that it takes him a moment to realize Wall-E is holding up a couple of cans of soda for his appraisal. Or was this some sort of judgment on his twelve-year-old bachelor lifestyle?? ]

Hey, man, sometimes I have to stay up late, and that's the only way to keep from falling asleep!

[ And by "sometimes" he means like...every night... ]

Oh... [Wall-E stares for a moment before he nods, apparently accepting that explanation. He then puts the two cans he's holding inside that open chest compartment with the rest of what he's collected so far before he closes the door. Suddenly, Wall-E starts making a rumbling, crunching sort of noise before the door opens and out comes the trash, now in a box-shaped compact form that he picks up and sets aside for now.

That takes care of the take-out boxes and a few of the soda cans, now he just needs to gather the rest of them, as well as some of these crumbled up papers on the floor. One of which Wall-E now picks up, looking at it curiously as he starts to unfold it in his hands. What does Dipper have written down on them?]

[ Dipper watches Wall-E process the garbage with obvious interest, and when the garbage comes back out as a cube, he starts to piece it together a little bit. Oh, so he's not just a trash collector, but a trash compactor, too. Huh! Wonder what kind of world he came from...must've been one with a lot of garbage.

But then Wall-E starts uncrumpling some of his notes, and sure, they're garbage notes for a reason, and he's a robot, but still! They're notes! There are standards of privacy being breached here! ]

Hey! Youuu don't need to read those. Really. [ If Wall-E could even read?? ]

[Of course Wall-E can read--granted, there weren't very many things to read back home, but he had at least had some idea of how to read a few words that he found printed on signs and objects.

Though, whether or not Wall-E knew what some of those words meant is another matter as he tilts his head a little looking at Dipper's notes. It's hard to tell whether or not he actually understands anything Dipper has written down here, but he does look back up upon hearing Dipper's objections here.]

No? [It's phrased like a question rather than a refusal, as if asking why he shouldn't. Is there something bad written down here?]

[ A lot of it probably looks like gibberish anyway - with words like "Time Anomaly Removal Crew", several different codes, and random monster doodles on the pages. Still! It's mostly the principle that counts! ]

Come on, man, you don't just go around reading other people's stuff without asking! Especially when it's like...top secret, sensitive information!

[ It's not, really. ]

Ohhh...

[Well alright then, if you say that it's not meant for his eyes, then he won't read them.

He crumbles the paper he was holding back up... and then proceeds to toss it into the open chest compartment like he did with the trash before, reaching out to pick up more crumbled up papers to add in there to be potentially compacted and tossed out with the other garbage.

Since they were crumbled up and on the ground, you didn't still need any of these, did you?]

[ At least he's a pretty polite little guy...

Dipper doesn't stop Wall-E from throwing away those crumpled up papers, though he is running through a mental checklist in his head of everything he wrote down on them. They were crumpled for a reason, as they contained notes and theories he had concluded were useless. But what if he was mistaken and needed them later after all?

It's fine. Probably. Dipper just stands by and lets the little robot do his thing, rocking back and forth on his heels. ]

Sooooo is this going to be a semi-regular thing now, or what? [ Does he need to worry about picking up after himself or can he just forget about that. ]

Uh-huh...

[He nods--he was given a job to go door to door and take out any trash he finds, and if there's any robot that is good at doing something like that, it's Wall-E! It is what he was programmed for, after all.

(Granted, he's only going to stop by on certain days, so you should probably still try to clean up after yourself a little, Dipper...)]

[ ...Of course, what Dipper takes from this confirmation is basically sweet, free garbage pickup. ]

That's great! ...Not that, uh, I won't, you know...keep this place tidy anyway. [ HE WON'T. ] But if get caught up and don't have time, now I won't have to worry about it.

[ He pats Wall-E on his - head? Sure. Good robot. ]

[Wall-E is supposed to be getting paid for doing this, but honestly, the little robot probably doesn't have any concept of the importance of money aside from using it for "rent", whatever that is, so...

He just makes a pleased sort of noise at the head-patting he's getting here, before he points a hand towards the rest of Dipper's apartment. Is there any other trash we should get cleaned up for you aside from what we've picked up so far?]

Oh, uh... [ Dipper gets the gist of his meaning, nodding. ] Follow me.

[ He heads back towards the bedroom, where Wall-E will find two twin beds - one of which has obviously not been occupied for some time - and...ball pit balls on the floor. There's plenty more soda cans and crumpled up papers in here, too. ]

Don't throw away the balls, though.

Oh-kay!

[Alright, he'll take care of these papers and soda cans! ...But those balls do catch his eye, and he can't help but stop to reach out and pick one up, turning it over in his hand. What are these for?

He then accidentally nudges one by his wheels, watching as it rolls along across the floor... and there he does, following after it until it stops rolling. And then he reaches a hand out and pokes it to get it rolling along the floor again...

Give him a second here Dipper, he will surely return to the task he's supposed to be doing in just a moment.]

[ Should he just keep watching this, or give him a hand, or.... ]

It's, uh, okay, really. You can just leave that wherever. [ There wasn't exactly any rhyme or reason to where the ball pit balls were.

There wasn't really any rhyme or reason to why there were ball pit balls in there in the first place. It was something Mabel had installed, along with the control that could increase the ball level if the need arose.

Not that it had since she'd left, but the option was still there. ]

[Aww, okay. He nudges this stray ball back over towards the rest of the balls that are supposed to be in the pits, but he seems reluctant to part with the one that he picked up earlier. After a moment of looking it over again, he rolls over to Dipper and holds it out for him to take. Once Dipper takes it from him, Wall-E then holds up a hand as if to say "one moment", before he then gets back to his task of cleaning here, picking up and shoving wads of paper and soda cans into the open compartment in his chest.

Once he's picked up all the trash in here, he suddenly wheels back over to Dipper, holding a hand out. Can we see that ball again that we had you hold for us?]

[ Dipper rolls the ball in his hands while he watches Wall-E pick up the last of the trash in the bedroom. When the little robot wheels his way back over to him, Dipper glances between Wall-E and the ball, puzzled. ]

Uh...here you go. [ He hands the ball back to him, waiting to see what he does with it. ]

[Thank you for holding this for us, Dipper. Now, Wall-E... can go back to playing with it as he now rolls it around in his hands, before trying to get it to roll around a little in the palm of just one hand, before transferring it to the other hand and doing the same in that one.

He almost drops it though, but he's quick to scramble and catch it before it can roll away, making a noise that almost sounds like a sigh of relief.

...He hasn't even gone close to the actual ball pits, and yet he seems to be having the time of his life just playing with this one ball.]

[ Wow, he's really into that ball, isn't he? It's pretty...charming, actually, to see Wall-E enjoying something as simple as one ball pit ball.

It's just one ball... ] Hey, do you want to keep that? I've got plenty more, obviously. I wouldn't even miss it.

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