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

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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?]

Comments

[testgasm]

[Wheatley looks a little nervous--as if Wall-E is going to call him out on doing something wrong with his apartment. He can't tell if the woah is good or bad.

Wall-E will quickly find that Wheatley seems to be a collector of trinkets. Humans would most certainly call them useless, but he's got all manner of odds and ends lined up neatly on tables and counters.

Including, of course, the hand mixer they found when they first met.]

I mean, I know it's not--it's not much, but, uh. I'm still sort of getting used to having a place, you know?

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[Are you kidding Wheatley, your apartment is great. Wall-E's practically "ooohing" and "aahing" at everything that you've collected here: it kind of reminds him of his own apartment here, actually.]

...Aahh! [When he notices the hand mixer, he makes a pleased noise, pointing to it excitedly. You actually kept it, that's... really touching, honestly, considering that it was something found in the garbage. Either way, it's obvious that Wall-E is really happy to see that Wheatley held on to it.]

[testgasm]

[For a robot who's never exactly owned anything before (simply by virtue of not having limbs or a place to put things), Wheatley is now enthralled with the ability to do so, and it probably shows. Give him a few more months and it might reach mild hoarding levels, but for now it's a rather innocuous collection of junk.]

Is that--is that good? You like it?

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[Wall-E nods enthusiastically, practically humming with good cheer.

And then he's practically zipping around, going from item to item that Wheatley might have saved here. At one point, he even wheels back over to Wheatley and gestures for the other to follow him, or if possible, he'll even try physically pulling the other to come over to some of these things he's looking at.

This is one of those times where it's regrettable that his speech capabilities are limited here, because otherwise he would be asking so many questions: What are these? Where did you get them? Is he allowed to touch anything here? (He might start reaching out and touching stuff without even trying to ask first anyway, unless Wheatley tells him not to.)]

[testgasm]

Hm? Oh, yes, uh--go for it. Take a look at anything you like.

[He fidgets a bit nervously, as if he expects the other robot to find something stupid and judge him for it, or something.

It's not Wall-E, really--just that Wheatley knows he doesn't get along with other robots, for one reason or another, and he seems to be waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

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[At some point, Wall-E seems to notice that his friend seems rather nervous about something, which gets him to turn his attention away from Wheatley's stuff to focus on the other robot. He seems to just stare for a moment, as if trying to decide how best to ask this, before he tilts his head and speaks.]

Wheeaatleyyy... oh-kayyy...?

[testgasm]

[It takes him a moment to realize that Wall-E sounds worried, and he's quick to make an attempt at perking up. The last thing he wants to do is worry someone.]

Oh, uh. Yes. Just fine, sorry.

[To his credit, he seems to shake it off fairly quickly, though he does scuff his foot against the floor.]

Look, if you, ah. See anything you like, feel free to take it.

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[Wall-E's still a little worried, but at Wheatley's next words, he makes a noise that sounds almost like a gasp of surprise.]

Ohh! [Would that really be okay for him to take something here? I mean--sure, he was planning on doing that if there had been something in Wheatley's garbage that the other was tossing out, but since Wheatley said he didn't have any trash here...

Wall-E looks at Wheatley's collection for a moment, a bit hesitating here before he turns his attention back to Wheatley. After a second or two, he comes to a decision as he points at Wheatley, and then to your collection of things.]

Wheeaatleyyy... pick...!

[He wants you to choose something that you would want to let him take from here.]