(1) let the games begin

[artificialmoron]

A: 850 Goldberg Street

[There is screaming coming from the master bedroom shortly after dawn. Frantic, incoherent type screaming, apparently by a distressed male.]

Ah! Ah! What's going on? Ahh!

[Yeah, sorry housemates, you might want to check on that.]

B: around town

[Wheatley was supposed to be in space, he knew that much. In space and a core, which certainly not the form he was currently in. He had a body and limbs and hair and, apparently, horrible vision without corrective eyewear. As far as he can tell, he's human. And his housemates make things only minimally better, so he's gone wandering.]

Hi. Yes. You. Can I ask some questions?

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A: 850 Goldberg Street

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Chell is woken up by a very familiar voice screaming. She lies on the couch, blinking. Was it a dream?

Her head clears a little more as the screaming continues. She sits up and weighs her options. She's not certain if she wants to see the owner of the voice again so soon, but Chell'd really like it if he stopped screaming.

She makes her way to the bedroom and opens the door. She crosses her arms and stands in the doorway.

Chell's mildly surprised to see Wheatley as a human, however, having encountered GLaDOS here already lessened the shock.]

B

[getsciencedone]

[.......she knows that voice. Turns to look at him.]

A

[arrow_to_the_butt]

Man what's with all the screaming? [Have a vaguely demon-like man walking out with a cup of coffee.]

B

[technohippie]

[Well this human is easy to spot since he's over six and a half feet tall, at least.]

Sure, why not? What's up?

[artificialmoron]

[With the door open, he can stop screaming now, standing next to the bed in his pyjamas looking distinctly panicked. He turns to the door, ready to start demanding answers (why is he human?!) when he realizes who it is and just freezes, staring at her.]

You're...

[Chell is getting a hug now, tight and clingy from the core who is not quite sure how his limbs work yet, but this seems human enough.]

[artificialmoron]

Oh, thanks. Hi! I'm just... new here, so I was wondering if you could tell me anything useful about how to escape?

[artificialmoron]

I'm sorry, but I'm a human and it's-- What the hell are you?

[getsciencedone]

.......

You have got to be kidding me.

When did you get here?

[More importantly, does she have anything to stab you with?]

[artificialmoron]

Hey, hi, I'm a bit new, so I was sort of wondering if I could get a run-down of who's in charge, how we can get out, things like that?

[arrow_to_the_butt]

An Imagin. [Sip.] And I take it you weren't human before this due to your freaking out?

[artificialmoron]

[Oh, no. No, no, no, no.

He starts shrinking away pretty much immediately.]

Er... never mind. Just remembered I left the stove on, so I should get back to that.

[artificialmoron]

An Imagin. [Blank look.]

I'm supposed to be a computer core. And AI program. I've got skin, it's awful.

[getsciencedone]

[Grabbing your arm.]

Don't even think about it.

[artificialmoron]

Please don't hurt me, I didn't do anything.

[arrow_to_the_butt]

Yeah, a being made out of pure time.

So you're some kind of computer? That's different.

[getsciencedone]

You almost destroyed my facility!

[artificialmoron]

So is being made out of time. What exactly do you do?

[artificialmoron]

It wasn't intentional!

[getsciencedone]

No, it was because you were too stupid to notice it was falling apart around you!

[artificialmoron]

I'm not stupid!

[He's trying to get away again.]

[getsciencedone]

[Still has your arm. Not letting go. Digging her nails in slightly.]

Let me spell it out for you.

You.are.a.moron.

Awwww <3

[jumpsuited_rat]

[Chell didn't have a chance to react before Wheatley grabbed her. She tensed up immediately, unsure of what he was doing. They didn't leave on good terms, for all she knew, he wanted revenge for her sending him into space.

However, she quickly realizes that he doesn't mean her any harm and is simply hugging her.

Chell cannot remember the last time she was hugged or even any other type of human contact aside from maybe a handshake. She's not sure how to react or even if she wants to, considering who is giving her the hug.

However, he's already greeted her far more excitedly than GLaDOS did. But, here in Mayfield, Chell and GLaDOS have something of an alliance. GLaDOS has not made any attempt on Chell's life here, so Chell is civil to her.]

[artificialmoron]

I am NOT a moron!

[Wheatley swings to punch her. Wheatley, who has never punched anything in his memory and is not even entirely sure how he's supposed to manually operate these limbs yet.

So while he might even make contact with her, he's going to immediately pull away in a wince, because he hurt himself.]

clingy core is clingy

[artificialmoron]

[Thankfully, Wheatley has very little idea how hugs actually work, so just clinging to an unresponsive test subject for a moment before pulling back to hold her at arm's length seems absolutely perfect.]

I have no idea what's going on, but am I ever glad to see you. You're not dead!

At least, I don't think you are.

You may be.

[getsciencedone]

[That surprises her, but she manages to move out of the way barely. Letting go of him. She's had a while to get used to this body after all.

And figure out how to use it to defend herself. Which is why she's quickly going to, go to grab your arm and twist it behind your back.]

Yes. You. Are.