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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Wed Oct 21, 2015 10:47 pm

    Getting into the rhythm of the new tune Nyreena was really enjoying the story behind it and how well it was played. She was really starting to like this kind of music and getting an idea she wondered if they would have any music from The Spine's band at City Noise and if they did she was definitely going to get her hands on every album. As the song continued to play she didn't have a single clue of what was coming for her and hearing the buzzing noise as it came close she figured it was something unimportant until suddenly she felt something hit her straight in the head instantly making her crumple to the ground in pain. Yes, her kind of ghost do feel pain and they can get hurt as by example here.

    While cringing in pain while clutching the spot on the back of her head that got hit she heard someone come up behind her and recognizing Aderyn's voice as she asked if she was okay Nyreena managed to say while trying to lean up and get to her feet, "Yeah, yeah I'm alright, I think. What in the Zone hit me? Was it that buzzing noise that I heard just a few moments before? I'm not sure but can you see anything that looks green and glowing? That's ectoplasm by the way. Whoo, haven't felt a pain like this in a good while. And could you also help me up?"
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Fri Oct 23, 2015 8:51 pm

    While the two lizard-like park goers had been fretting over their toy plane, which had oh-so mysteriously veered off course, KARR's audio receptors were busy taking in The Spine's harmonic lyrics. While some written music needed some thought to pick apart, this particular melody was rather straightforward. Although, it appeared that a lot of the attractions at this 'clockwork vaudville' were still steam-powered. Perhaps this world The Spine had come from never managed to discover gasoline petroleum, or maybe they simply never had it to begin with?

    Oh, but hold that thought, for something really entertaining was coming this way, on shiny blue and white wings no less. The ghost did not even have a chance, hardly paying attention to the steadily growing sound before...

    Direct hit!

    Down went Nyreena, dancing about and all. It was almost enough for the AI to give his own little cheer, but instead he decided it would be best savored in his data bank as a video file that he could play on repeat whenever he needed a small boost. Should anyone have known who had actually made the plane veer off course, the row of fog lights set into the Trans-Am's bumper likely would have started to resemble a smug grin. Almost immediately the green skinned woman came rushing to her aid, and so too did the duo that had been responsible for the toy. After having it its mark, it had clattered to the ground, propeller snagging the grass as it continued to idle upside down.

    "By the nine! Are you alright? We're so sorry!" asked a very worried lizard man. Right behind him was his son, although he kept back a few steps as his father approached the ghost woman.

    "It got away from me, I'm sorry it hit you." He apologized, although part of his worry was upon the toy plane that had crashed. He quickly ran over to it soon after and turned off the engine, tipping it over to look at any damage it sustained while his father was busy with the ghost woman. By then, however, the music faded to silence, the resident entertainer pausing in his routine.

    A poor circumstance for the AI, but it also answered some questions regarding whether or not The Spine's programming was a full uninterrupted routine or if he could pause it at any time. The latter suggested that he was a bit more advanced than he initially thought.

    Dang... It's busted." Sighed the child, looking over the plane's damaged wing. Picking it up, he went to walk over to his father before finally noticing the incredibly shiny man standing with his guitar. His scaly tail gave a curious flick, turning fully to look at him while adjusting the damaged model to sit under his arm. "Oh, cool..." his gaze turned down to the donations box soon after, pondering the label. Of course, he figured that the machine likely needed fuel or some sort of repair work to need money. It was like how he needed to see the doctor every year for a checkup or when his parents brought home groceries. He looked back to his dad, who was busying himself with helping up the ghost woman.

    Dad! Can I give some money to the metal man?" He asked, already sticking his hand into his shorts pocket and rummaging about to see what credits he had. Maybe he would play a song if he put some money in the box? Like those rides outside the store he saw sometimes that needed a coin to be put in to work.

    "Yeah, sure Theo." He replied, grasping Nyreena by the hand and pulling her up to her feet. "It's your money, use it how you want."

    That said, Theo took a few credits out of his pocket and put them in the box, looking up at the robot expectantly to see what he would do.

    As for KARR, the two toned vehicle sat still on the edge of the path, observing all that took place and beside himself with contentment at how interesting this afternoon became. Here he had thought there was only going to be some music, but now there was a complete stage act to go along with it.

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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Aderyn on Tue Nov 10, 2015 1:54 pm

    Aderyn also helped Nyreena up, and made sure to study the ghost’s eyes while she spoke, paying close attention to her speech. No slurring. Good. She stepped to the side, and shifted her hair, looking for any trauma. Only a bump, and the start of a bruise. Ouch, that would be a bad one. ”It was a model airplane… Alright. Good news, you don’t need stitches. Bad news, you’re going to have one nasty bruise. If your head hurts, I would recommend motrin.” That didn’t sound like a medic at all…

    She turned to the lizard people, and smiled gently. ”It was a freak accident, could’ve happened to anyone…I think she’ll be okay, though.” Aderyn looked back to Nyreena, moving so she could be face to face. ”Any ringing in your ears? Nausea? Seeing stars?"

    She had more to say, but didn't want to overload the woman's brain at the moment, so she paused and waited, still observing.

    [[OOC: Sorry it took so long, sick kids and such!]]
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Invader Zim on Sat Nov 21, 2015 8:55 pm

    Ah, central park. The park that was very...central. Green this time of year, too. So beautiful and lovely! Not that Zim appreciated the sprouting flowers, the lovely grass or the puffy bushes. And he definitely didn't admire chattering squirrels, tweeting birds or, the abominations referred to as ducks. No...all of this was ignored by Zim's ever watchful eyes, but he did zero in on the shiny, metallic skin of the robot inside of the park. Oddly enough, the robot was making music of some kind that others were listening to. The Irken lingered outside of the Park entrance for a few moments, having been walking by when he caught the singing of the robot. Other people were watching the singing, though one of them was suddenly hit by a little toy of some kind. This stopped the robot from his playing. Which meant it was now his chance...!

    PAK legs shot out of Zim's PAK and began to stamp and charge through the grass, making a bee-line right for the robot...! Past the lizard people, the green woman and the pale one to come to a screeching halt in front of the robotic musician. Zim stared, taking in the sight before he lifted a clawed finger. "WHO ARE YOU? ...And who is your creator?" Zim asked with genuine interest. Rather well built, if a bit useless since it was a musician. Perhaps if he could find this creator...he could get some robotic drones! The idea made him grin widely.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by The Spine on Wed Nov 25, 2015 1:48 pm

    Well, this was certainly getting interesting.

    The poor spectator didn’t appear to be too badly wounded; she was still fully capable of speech and movement, even if she did seem to have been momentarily stunned by the unexpected collision. The owners of the toy that had done this damage stepped forward, apologizing for the accident. The little one even offered The Spine a donation, received with yet another grateful tip of the head. “Why, thank you!” he said, resituating his guitar. The acting physician of their little bunch confirmed the victim’s good health, and The Spine put on a slight smile at the happy news. “Well now, since it would seem that everyone’s alright, how about we fi--”

    But it would seem as if the performing automaton wouldn’t even be allowed to finish his sentence, let alone his song. Another  fine example of this dimension’s diversity came storming onto the scene, causing the Spine to react on a default--taking a step back and reaching up to hold his hat with one hand. He wasn’t sure what else to do; even with all those misadventures in Kazooland, this was new… He had never seen anything quite like it. Small, green, antannae, large eyes which seemed to have only irises, and spindly appendages. Were those legs mechanical? But this did not seem to be another automaton or even a machine of any kind... Perhaps it was a cyborg, or simply a creature using a mechanical voice to help it move easier.

    Spider Alien??? wrote:"WHO ARE YOU? ...And who is your creator?"

    Rude. He supposed they were outside, however; inside voices weren’t really required out here. Even so, there was no need for shouting. Usually he would expect a more probing interrogation complete with threats and ropes and maybe a lamp when approached like that. The questions he was being asked, however, he did not even consider invasive. Quite the opposite, the simple answers were more like common knowledge within certain communities. “My name is The Spine and I was created by Colonel Peter A. Walter I,” he answered simply, only a small portion of pre-programmed indignation affecting his voice because of the circumstances. Hopefully the…being would be placated by his calm response and he would be allowed to continue his performance. Rabbit was usually the one who handled any heckling or interruptions, and for good reason; he was decidedly better at it.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Sat Nov 28, 2015 4:32 pm

    A little chaos always made things interesting. Though given how old The Spine was, KARR figured he already knew that if his AI was as advanced as he let on... Encoded restrictions aside. His optics scanned over the group, lingering on the green-skinned woman and the ghost-girl. Hm, a pity that the spectral nuisance did not seem to suffer anything from her injuries aside from... A bruise? That was it?

    Well, he supposed a bruise was better than nothing, given he had essentially nose-dived a model plane into a being that could shift from being solid to some odd spectral state on a whim. Strange creatures, ghosts. though he had to admit, the woman's diagnosis was a little less than professional despite how she kept an attentive eye on the ghost-girl's actions and speech. Though his medical scanner arrays were wasted on the supernatural, he could still make out a bump that was steadily forming on the girl's head. Hm, either a muscle know or he managed to cause a small fracture, was his personal diagnosis.

    Either way, it was better than what was going on earlier.

    The taller of the two lizards, the one the boy called "Dad", looked pleased enough that Nyreena was going to be alright. Mainly because if the girl was alright, he would not need to worry about any possible issue regarding the resident law enforcement. "Oh good!" He gave a relieved sigh, before looking to the toy plane. or more, what was left of it. "Son, I think I still have the receipt for that. We can make an exchange at the store for a new one." One that hopefully didn't have a way of malfunctioning and making nosedives for a person's head.

    In the meantime, it looked like the singing automaton was happy with Theo's donation. "Cool!" He exclaimed at the robot's response, stepping back from the donation box and returning to his father. For the moment the thought of his toy having been destroyed was far from his mind. And why shouldn't it, a really cool looking robot was going to sing a song for them!

    However, while the group was awaiting the rest of the robot's serenade, KARR's surveillance mode blipped once more. Near the entrance was some sort of insectoid creature, staring at the automaton with large red eyes. The AI's scanners roamed over the being while it remained still -which, admittedly, was not for very long- and found something rather... intriguing about it as well. The creature's skin had the potential for severe allergic reactions to water and certain proteins, and underneath that, well... KARR certainly was going to keep that information around for future reference. His scanners revealed a sort of machine on its back, which just as quickly as he scanned it, the device went into action and produced a set of metallic legs, which it scurried upon to meet The Spine.

    "WHO ARE YOU? ...And who is your creator?"

    He could have asked the tiny, shouting thing the same question.

    Though with how it's abrupt and rather crude invasion of the park concert was going, KARR was beginning to wonder if it would have been more productive to simply have saved the toy plane for it instead. He could not help but feel some amount of pity for the singing automaton, just as quickly as it seemed he could return to his performance, that little alien creature had gotten in his ace and was making demands about himself, without even going so far as to introduce itself. Unless that swift, skittering, shouty entrance was its introduction... In which case, god help them all, as the saying went. Not that it meant KARR was going to intervene, the AI held no interest in having it come screaming in his scanner, and possibly crawling all over his paneling.

    Ick.

    Thus, KARR wisely kept quiet, only the pacing amber glow of his scanner giving the smallest of hints that the Trans Am was anything but. Well, unless that odd mechanical pack on the insectoid's back came with passive scanning equipment as well.

    As for the two lizards, the smaller one gave a sort of perplexed look at the newcomer before inching a little closer to the father, who rest a scaly hand upon the child's shoulder. Likely they were not going to be staying for very long at this rate either.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Invader Zim on Sun Dec 27, 2015 4:57 pm

    ((Sorry for posting out of turn! It's been nearly a month and I wasn't exactly going to stay for long anyway, so I'll just go ahead, post and get out of your hair. Go back to your music playing and your enjoyment of it! (and hopefully no more planes hit anybody!)))

    The fast reaction from the robot only seemed to make the Irken grin. Good reflexes! Much better than GIR...though the reflexes weren't exactly the kind of reflexes for a fight! Merely stepping back and holding his hat. Why did a robot have a hat? Or well...clothes in generally, honestly? His buggy eyes overlooked the suit, leaning back and slightly out of the robot's personal space. "The Spine? But you are not a spine at ALL! Unless you are made of the SPINES of your's or your master's enemies..." His gaze turned thoughtful, looking over the metal skin. Perhaps these were the remains of some...metal creature and its spines! And created by a Colonel? Why would a member of the military make a robot made of spines for singing.

    The robot also seemed rather annoyed with Zim's interruption, which...well, usually Zim wouldn't have cared at all! But between the witnesses around the Park, the robot's annoyance, and Zim needing to head back to his Base to log in this new information, Zim was content to bow out and leave. Which here meant he pointed a finger at the Spine. "I'll be watching you!" It wasn't meant quite as creepy as it came out. The robotic legs scuttled their way to the nearest tree, metal tips digging into the bark to carry himself into the tree top, and then leap from tree to tree until Zim reached the edge of the park. Jumping back down onto the sidewalk, metal scraped against cement as he continued to scuttle away, further off into the city. The irksome Irken was gone.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Sun Jan 24, 2016 10:19 am

    After feeling Aderyn help her up to the bench and started examining her Nyreena watched the lizard man and his son approach, the elder asking if she was alright and that they were so sorry then the younger saying that he was sorry and that it got away from him Nyreena waved to them and said, "No, no, it's okay. It was just a freak accident, that's all. Nothing to be sorry for. Believe me, I've been through a lot worse than this so it's no big deal to me." Watching the boy run towards his broken plane and turning it off, assessing the damage from when it crashed to the ground. Returning to his father while saying that it was busted, his father saying that they could just replace it since he still had the receipt, the boy had noticed the Spine and being amazed by him asked his father if he could give some money to the robot to which it was agreed Nyreena smiled as the young man went over and dropped a few credits into the box.

    By then Aderyn had finished looking her head over and saying that she didn't need stitches but she was going to have one nasty bruise where she was hit, adding that if her head hurt she should take some Motrin. After Aderyn addressed the lizard man then moved so that she was face to face with Nyreena, asking her if she had any ringing in her ears, any nausea, or seeing stars Nyreena took a few moments to think and said in return, "No, not really. Just the pain from where I got hit."

    And if the whole incident was surprising enough all of a sudden a strange little green man with an equally strange backpack and odd fashion sense came out of nowhere and rather loudly and bluntly asked the Spine who he was and who his creator was to which the entertainer explained who he was and that his creator was Colonel Peter A. Walter I. The alien seeming to not understand what the Spine's namesake was, saying that he wasn't a spine at all unless he was made of the spine of either his or his master's enemies Nyreena could feel a bit of nausea starting to come upon her at that. Then pointing a finger at the Spine saying that he would be watching him he climbed a tree and left Nyreena commented, "Okay, that was a little unsettling. And disturbing."
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Aderyn on Thu Jan 28, 2016 7:21 pm

    Though Nyreena insisted she was fine, the hybrid could only grimace. There wasn't much to be done for concussions, rest was the best medicine for most concussions. Still...she'd prefer to double check this. She couldn't force anyone to see a doctor, though. "I'm going to walk you home whenever you're ready, alright? Take it easy for a while. "

    A strange... Thing... Interrupted the show before it could be continued, quite rudely. She watched it yell at The Spine, before scampering up a tree. She shook her head. " Curiouser and curiouser..." She mumbled, sitting back down in the grass.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by The Spine on Fri Feb 26, 2016 2:55 pm

    ((He LIIIIIIVES!!!!!!!))

    ?!?! wrote:"The Spine? But you are not a spine at ALL! Unless you are made of the SPINES of your's or your master's enemies..."

    The automaton could have explained his short little "backstory" once again—he certainly wouldn't have minded—but the creature was all too eager to make some rather disturbing assumptions before he even had the chance to formulate his response. "Wha--?!" He leaned back away from the creature incredulously, a bit taken aback by that graphic image. Was it even possible to make a robot out of someone's spine? He didn't even want to know… That sort of thing wouldn't even have been Becille's wont, let alone the good Colonel's. That was just—brrr!

    Maybe he was a little slow these days, because his processor just couldn't properly calculate a proper response to the oddity that was this particular interruption. His typical interruptions weren't quite that…strange. With a somewhat threatening declaration that he'd be watching, the odd little thing was gone, leaving The Spine to stare after him skeptically for a moment, and the others to voice their own opinions of the whole fiasco. As for The Spine, he just shook his head, ready to get on with the show once again.

    "Any other interruptions, no, good. Where were we?" the robot said quickly before adjusting his stance and giving his guitar a strum. He only adjusted one string minutely before settling and looking back up to continue the song;

    "Clockwork vaudeville…
    "Clockwork vaudeville…

    "There were four metal people, dressed oh so sharply,
    "They sung and danced a catchy tune with automaton robotic ease,
    "Their guitar strings hummed to the beat kept by the tambourine…

    "Boilers making steam~
    "Metal gleaming~
    "Songs with a good tune…
    "That would stick, with you, all through the afternoon-oooo-oooon…"


    As he launched back into a repeat of the chorus, he eyed the small audience in his peripheral vision. The interruption hadn't scared off everyone, which was certainly a good thing for him. With any luck, he would be able to recapture their full attention, despite the concussion and unsavory mental imagery. He for one had set all that aside, filling it away as "best to be pondered over later when he had time." Instead, he was able to concentrate fully on the performance, swaying and stepping to the beat, tipping the neck of his guitar to the beat at some points, and very nearly hearing Rabbit and Hatchworth backing him up despite their distinct absence. In light of those memories, the song sounded strangely incomplete to him, and he suddenly hoped that the small crowd wouldn't notice the same, given they had never heard the complete tune before. Surely it was catchy, regardless?

    "A man came up to me after the show, after the show…
    "And asked me if I'd like to meet the robots up close, the robots up clo-ose…
    "Well they greeted me and one shook my hand, one shook my hand…
    "And asked me if I'd like to join his robot band, I said 'oh yea-hah!'
    "Oh yeeeeaaaaah… Yeah-hah-hah!"


    He settled after the last repetition of the chorus, standing up straight, gently stumming the last few chords, and prepared to close. "When I was a young boy, I went down to the county-y-y-y-y, fair..." The note trailed off, and he briefly slept once again. The next song would be odd to segue into without Rabbit being generally obnoxious, but he would manage. It just may not have been the comedy it once was.

    He rose and adjusted his guitar back around just after tipping his hat to the others. "Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for sticking around, and my apologies for the interruptions. How about a story song?" It was a rhetorical question; nothing was going to keep him from romanticizing about the Wild West. He began strumming a quiet little tune on his guitar as he spoke, a little precursor to the song he was about to play. "I once had the privilege of knowing a great man; his name was Rex Marksley, and he was the rootin'-est tootin'-est gunslinger in all the wild, wild west. He was about as heroic as they come; in fact, he was so amazing, Rabbit and I even wrote a song about him… And it goes a little something like this." He began picking the guitar a little louder, glancing over at his metallic fingers as he shifted to the next chord. One heel was already tapping along to the tempo, and now his chin joined slightly as well, bobbing to the rustic beat he was setting up.

    "One, two, a-one two…"

    "Re-heh-heee-e-ex, Marksley;
    "Finest marksman, in the west…
    "Re-heh-heee-e-ex, Marksley;
    "When it came to gunslingin', he was the best…

    "Rex Marksley at a younger age,
    "Shot holes in cans without a'missin',
    "But sadly they were in the pantry,
    "So beans painted the whole darn kitchen!
    "His parents then let 'im shoot the empty cans out on their fence,
    "But Rex trick-shot out all the nails,
    "So out the fence all their cows we-ent!"

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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Wed Mar 02, 2016 10:59 pm

    (Yaaay! He lives!)

    "The Spine? But you are not a spine at ALL! Unless you are made of the SPINES of your's or your master's enemies..."

    KARR may as well have shared The Spine's bewilderment at the insinuation made by the tiny insectoid creature. For a small moment he felt a little sorry that the automaton had to deal with that strange interruption, but the AI was more relieved that he never caught its attention. Not that he would, there was no reason for a common-looking trans-am to draw attention. Much like there was no reason to suspect him for that little accident the ghost-girl had with the toy plane.

    His scanners idly observed the interaction between Nyreena and the green-skinned woman once the creature with robotic limbs ran off, insisting that she lead her back home when they were ready to leave. Though personally, he would not mind if something were to suddenly call the woman away, should she have a concussion after all. Yet, he decided it best that his abilities were best saved for something else. Besides, if enough strange occurrences popped up, someone was bound to get suspicious. The nurse sat back down in the grass, and KARR's attention returned to the singing robot.

    With that out of the way, the song continued, and he focused on listening to The Spine's tale of a child's afternoon at a robot fair. Much to the Spine's luck, the AI had not a clue whether or not what the song was supposed to sound like other than the singing automaton's interpretation. Although he did wonder if it sounded different when the other two robots that used to accompany him added to it. Although as the song came to a close, KARR noticed a peculiar change to the Spine's tone, as if his system was caught on it and glitching. For a moment he wondered if the fellow automaton was functioning properly, or if this was a part of the act.

    As advanced as The Spine was for his time, he still was a very old model.

    Although, from the way he came back from his brief sleep cycle, it looked as if everything was indeed working properly, or it was just that one song that gave him trouble. Next up was a song about a person named Rex Marksley that he and Rabbit had wrote. A guslinger, a hero, and all around amazing, the AI remained quiet as he waited for The Spine to start up with his song.

    ...Painted the kitchen in beans, and shot out all the nails in the fence? The more he listened, the more KARR began to wonder if the boy was more nuisance than hero with everything he was getting into.

    Meanwhile, the older of the two lizard people decided it best to move on, tapping his son on the shoulder and telling him they needed to get going if they wanted to get their toy plane fixed. The child left with him, looking back at the singing robot. From his expression, it looked as if he would rather stay and listen instead of go buy another plane to play with.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Sat Mar 12, 2016 3:18 pm

    Listening as Aderyn said that she was going to help walk her home when she was ready and to take it easy for a few days Nyreena lightly nodded and replied, "Alright. And thank you. I'll make sure to take it easy for a while until I can get over it." She was indeed truly thankful for Aderyn's help and she would do as she advised and take things slower than normal for at least the next few days. Once the thing with the weird little green guy was said and done The Spine resumed his performance, finishing the song he had been singing before then doing his usual power down/power up routine he explained the next song's background how in the Old West there was a man named Rex Marksley who was the best gunslinger around and how he was such a hero which inspired the song. As he started into the song and began to sing about the great hero of the West Nyreena found the tune to be very upbeat and the story that was being told quite riveting. It was another great song that sure to be quite inspiring for her, indeed.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by The Spine on Mon Apr 04, 2016 12:02 am

    "His father cried;
    Re-heh-heh-eeee-ex Marksley!
    Finest marksman, in the west…
    Rex Marksley!
    When it came to gun slinging, he was the best…"


    If he were choosing favorites, The Spine supposed this would be at least one of his. He felt it was somewhat lacking without the completeness of a full performance, but he had thought the same about the others he had performed thus far as well. They were supposed to be three-part harmonies after all.

    "Rex Marksley was a tinkerer,
    "An engineer extraordinaire;
    "He made quick-reloading gadgets
    "So he could fire non-stop with panache and flare…"

    "He became a gun for hire,
    "And a hero where ever he roamed…
    "He disarmed forty bandits one time
    "With two gunshots all on his own…"


    It wasn't until after he had sung of Rex jamming guns by shooting their barrels, shooting lightning from his miraculous invention, defeating the demon train and the copper golem and the corrupt Rattlesnake King, and of course;

    "Then Rex taught all the jackalopes to yodel in harmony…"


    …that he realized there were no jackalopes. By which he meant Rabbit's finger puppets, of course; they didn't have the budget for actual jackalopes. Unfortunately, this meant he didn't have any pretend jackalopes to yodel in harmony with. On the other hand, it also meant that Rabbit wouldn't be able to eat any pretend jackalopes, which was good. For the pretend jackalopes… He supposed he would just have to pretend there were jackalopes. The audience, sadly, wouldn't know this, so they'd just have to live without any jackalopes. Pity; he really liked jackalopes. Hopefully what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them, as the saying went.

    "Rex Marksley rode across the West bringing justice to the land…
    "He tamed enormous vultures, reined and flew them with one hand…
    "All the women blushed and fainted when Rex winked his eye…
    "And the bad guys always fell to their demise…
    "The man was a legend and hero through and through…
    "And Rex was a friend to the battered and the bruised…
    "He had seen a lot of wonderments in his glory days…
    "And he died an old man alone on the prairie, they say~"


    All seemed well and good, until he was singing the chorus one last time and one of his internal sensors started warning him of anomalies in his major framework support system, specifically in his primary support bolts. For whatever reason, this was a fairly common problem, and usually it wasn't even a big enough problem to interfere with anything. It was also incredibly easy to fix; a bonus considering he wasn't certain he could reach those bolts himself. He ignored it until after the last chord was strummed and he had bowed into his temporary stasis.

    He was used to being warned by Bee-Bop during concerts when the bolts were even just a hair looser than completely tight, so he assumed it wouldn't be a huge deal. When he actually analyzed the possibility of structural failure, however, he found it was at a nearly 5% chance; considerably higher than usual. It seemed that would be another thing he would have to inform the mechanic of when he finally made that trip. Fortunately, he believed that after today he had earned enough funds to pay for at least some of the maintenance he needed.

    Coming out of stasis, he downed the last of his water in one quick swig and launched into his next song without any conversational segue. This one was much shorter, at first much slower, and in the past had only ever been sung by one of their only human band members. The purpose of the short composition was obvious;

    "Gather around…
    "Please pay attention…
    "I'd really like to thank you for your tiii-hiiime…"

    "We're coming to a close,
    "But problems have arose…
    "Apparently there's parts of me that stick around too long,
    "So lucky for the audience they get another song…
    "And this one's just for you-ou~"


    He wasn't too keen on pushing his luck, and decided it'd be best if he got himself worked on a little sooner than he had originally intended. He could silence the warning, but it would still be pressing him until he properly addressed the issue, so why delay the inevitable?

    Knowing that the beginning and end of a performance was generally what stuck with an audience (and occasionally the middle, if there was an intermission or the performers nearly self-destructing and taking the entire even city with them), he knew he needed to choose wisely for this next one… And he knew just the one.

    "There was a time I was in love,
    "And all the angels and the doves,
    "Couldn't make her say…
    "I, love, yooouuuu~oooo-o-oo-oo-ooooooo…"

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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by K.A.R.R. on Thu Apr 07, 2016 9:05 pm

    The Spine was not the only one who was aware there were supposed to be three parts to the harmony. Knowing what he did from their first conversation, the AI figured that likely the aforementioned Rabbit and Hatchworth were supposed to be singing as well. However, he was not about to say it anytime soon. Not only would that be incredibly rude, but the fellow automaton was most likely earning money for his own maintenance.

    ...An activity that would be getting more challenging by the moment if his audience kept shrinking like it did. With the lizard family gone and the nurse nowhere to be seen, that left himself and Savaridiin sitting near him. Perhaps it was time to do a little more 'magic' of his own.

    KARR kept listening to The Spine play as his scanners took a look around the park, Rex Marksley's adventures mingling with his surveillance input. Beyond the grassy open area he could see a few people riding their bikes along the paved pathways.  Two men rode alongside three women, making a merry group of five. His attention was briefly distracted from The Spine's song as he overheard their conversation and tracked their current route through the park.

    "...We chose a really nice day for a ride." Said one of the women, an older one in a light blue outfit.

    "Yeah, though I'm starting to get a little parched. My water bottle isn't as full as I thought it was." One of the men added, middle-aged and wearing a green shirt with his sweat pants. The second man of their group, a little younger looking, spoke up next. "I think your bottle has a leak, Fred." He nodded to the bottle that was being held in the holder on the frame of Fred's bike, a steady drip of water escaping from the bottom.

    "...Oh."

    "I think there's a place to stop nearby, a cafe or something." Replied one of the woman bike riders, this one looking a little younger than the rest of the group and dressed in a light colored, spring outfit. "Laura, your GPS has a few cafes around, right?" She asked, looking over to the woman further back in their group. Her biking outfit was a pastel purple, with a matching helmet.

    "Yeah, I think so..." She glanced down to a device that sat between the handlebars of her bike. Upon it was a map with their route plotted out on it as a red line.

    "Perfect." KARR said to himself, his scanners focused upon the device that the woman had called a GPS. The machine's Electronic Override came online once more with a few beeps within his sound-proofed cockpit, and before long the GPS' plotted out route changed, along with a few addresses.

    "Huh, looks like we're turning up ahead. There's a place we can stop along the way too for a rest." Laura reparted to the rest of the group. Soon, the afternoon bike-riders were heading down the path that lead right next to The Spine's one-man concert. Just in time to hear what happened to Rex as he grew old and gray.

    "I don't see any cafe around here, are you sure its working right?" The spring-ensemble wearing bike-rider asked, looking around. As she did, KARR's systems took focus on the woman's bike, its chain specifically. There was another quite command and Schunk! The bike quickly came to a stop, its rider giving a small sigh. "Oh dear, the chain came undone."The woman dismounted to take a look at it, her friends coming to a stop to wait for her.

    "We can rest here I guess." The one middle-aged man commented, looking over at the singing automaton. "We've got some entertainment while we catch our breaths at least."

    "Looks like a robot." Said Fred, rolling his bike over into the grass and putting down the kickstand. "Aw, and he takes tips!" The woman in the blue cycling outfit came to sit in the grass and watch the silver robot play his music. The rest of the group soon came over, the woman in the spring outfit giving up on the chain for the moment as it failed to slip back over the gears.

    Just in time too, the AI thought, as it appeared The Spine was starting to come to a close on his performance. Odd, it did not seem like he was out here for very long at all. Although, he had just drank the last of his water, which meant he would not have much water left in him to make the steam he ran on. KARR's scanner also picked up on something else with the robot, a few of his parts were starting to loosen as he played.

    ...Oh, well that would certainly shorten a concert.

    Well, the rest of his audience did not seem to notice, and the group of cyclists that came to have a rest did not seem to mind sitting around for his last song either. By the time he was done, he'll likely have earned enough donations for his maintenance.
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    Re: Dancing in the Streets

    Post by Nyreena Dark Savaridin on Sun Apr 24, 2016 6:24 pm

    Continuing to listen to the song Nyreena was softly moving along to it but not too much so that she wouldn't make her injury flare up the story that was woven through the song intrigued her very so about how Rex was the greatest hero the West had ever seen and in her designing mind could see him wearing an impressive Stetson hat and coat as he bravely accomplished his feats against his foes. After the song went through another chorus and was finished Nyreena applauded the job well done and watched as The Spine followed his usual routine of going into stasis then coming back to 'life' a few moments later.

    As he started into the interlude, which told everyone that he was drawing his concert to an end, Nyreena was a bit disappointed that it was but she was still glad that he held it either way. After the interlude he started into the last song that sounded so beautiful and serene she sighed happily at how soothing it was. It was then that a few bikers came along and had stopped to rest for a while and decided to listen in on the last song, though they did miss out on the earlier songs. Well, at least the Spine would able to have a nice sized audience to finish his concert out to.

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