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Whatever it was you were planning on doing, "floating in the midst of space, high above an asteroid" was probably not it, and yet, here you are.

Fortunately, it seems you're not alone. There's an incessant beeping emitting from somewhere nearby, and after a bit of flailing you're able to discover the source. Floating nearby is a pair of high-tech looking goggles, but the moment you get within arm's reach of them, a bunch of wires shoot out and latch onto your head, yanking the goggles in front of your eyes.

There's a painful pinching sensation at the sides of your head and then a high, soft voice, like that of a woman's or a young child's, is speaking into your ear:
 
* Greetings! I am C.H.A.R.A., your friendly assistant A.I.
* Thank you for using the service. We'll become great partners!


[[ Pretty much taken entirely from this, it's CHARA, your Conveniently Helpful And Rad Assistant (Who is definitely not holding any meaningful secrets) here to help guide you through the asteroid belt. Feel free to tag in if you're not an Undertale muse, crossovers are always fun. ]]

Date: 2016-01-18 01:30 pm (UTC)
dustless: (upset noise)
From: [personal profile] dustless
Frisk's hands run over the goggles before CHARA stops talking. They're not quite trying to pry them off, but they're blocking the view, feeling them over.

The offer of help is...appreciated, in this lonely place. The pain is less so. CHARA might be able to notice a few tears gathering in their eyes. If they'd expected the pain to come, they probably would've been able to hold it back, but it's half the shock that did it.

"Service?" they ask softly. "I don't...have...um. What do you assist with?"

Date: 2016-01-20 04:51 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dustless
Their hands snap away. Okay. No, brain damage is not what they want. They're already battered enough right now. CHARA will be able to analyze quite a few bruises.

"...Dogs?" For some reason, that's what they focus on first. Maybe just because that keeps their voice from shaking the most as they calm down. "Didn't know that. That's cool. Didn't know there were wolves there back then either."

Frisk drifts a little more, trying to kick out once. It doesn't do anything beyond make them spin. They're used to trying things first on their own.

"...Yes. I would like that. Thank you."
dustless: (...?)
From: [personal profile] dustless
Frisk has no idea. It's usually good to not start off being rude, regardless.

"...Okay?" They sound hesitant, but their actions aren't. They follow CHARA's directions, clinging to their shoes tightly--they do not want to lose those. They've heard stories about things flying through space that shouldn't have been lost, wrecking ships and stuff. A shoe would probably be too small to do that, but still.

Date: 2016-01-23 08:57 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] dustless
"What?" Their voice is somewhat puzzled. Their increased pulse is a much better indicator of their alarm.

They partially move as if to comply, even though they're very obviously thinking about refusing.

omg

Date: 2016-01-26 12:35 am (UTC)
dustless: (...?)
From: [personal profile] dustless
They don't answer that first part aloud.

"...heard of it. But I thought it's still dangerous to stuff that goes through here."

Then again, this place is already dangerous. Nobody's supposed to come here.

Frisk glances back, aims their shoes towards another distant asteroid, and hurls them back--in seconds, they're flying towards EBOT 1000T.


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