[Fan Fiction] make up a big o scene!

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Originally posted by LillyRose Unbeta'd and just or fun The Dress by Lilly Rose

I love this one, Lilly!

This one has been floating around in the back of my brain for a while now...

Do androids dream?

Dorothy pondered the question as she walked through the streets of Paradigm. It was grey, as usual, but the rain was holding off.

It was oddly silent today. She looked around curiously. Even the hardiest street vendors were not to be seen, not even the ones that set up shop no matter what the weather.

She was coming up on the Speakeasy so she crossed the street and headed towards the entrance, wondering at the lack of traffic. It, too, was oddly silent. The door yielded easily when she pushed it open, but there was no one inside.

An odd sense of imbalance pushed itself to her awareness. Had something happened to her? Had something happened to the city? Why couldn't she remember? She left the Speakeasy and began checking the buildings, moving faster and more frantically as she continued to find no trace of life.

Was she the only one? It wasn't... couldn't be possible. There was nothing wrong with her memories. She could clearly remember having breakfast with Roger just a few hours before. She could see him at the other end of the long table, sulking because she had woken him up, just as he did every morning.

Roger. He would be able to tell her. Faster than any human, she ran back to the mansion, trying to keep from panicking. Something was wrong. Something was very, very wrong.

She ran through the door and found her home just as deserted as the rest of the city. She checked for Big O. He, too, was missing.

"Roger!" She spoke his name, surprised to find herself lying on a table in the basement of the mansion. The sudden certainty that he needed her was so strong that she barely registered the blonde man staring at her in disbelief. Her feet took her to the roof of the mansion and she stood on the ledge, the cold wind clearing the cobwebs from her mind.

"Rooooooooooooooooger!"

Fin

Experiment

one day at the roger's house...

*Roger is sleeping in today. he has no idea what dorothy is doing in his room. She raises here newly bought cymbals next to roger's ear. *

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

Roger: WTF?! ohh...DAMN YOU DOROTHY! WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?!!!

Dorothy sighed. Couldn't he understand why she switch to cymbals? He didn't want her to play the tuba in the morning, or the piano or the xylophone or the other fifteen instruments she had tried.

Dorothy: Roger, you louse, what do you want me to play in the mornings?

Roger: NOTHING! I'M TRYING TO SLEEP HERE!!!!!

Dorothy sighed.

Next day...

*Dorothy brings in a boombox and plugs it in. she also go gets his breakfast and puts it on a tray. Norman peeks in the room.*

Norman: I say Dorothy, may i get breakfast and a show?

Dorothy: only on Butler's Day you will.

Norman sighed and left the room.

Dorothy turned on the boombox which had a robot theme to it. she turn the volume full blast and began doing the Robot Dnace.

Roger: NOT AGAIN!!!!! I DIDN'T EVEN WANT DANCING!!!!!

Dorothy: well i hope you didn't expect me to break dance for you.

Roger:

No Side

What a great group of vingettes. Thanks to everyone who have been adding to this thread!

Pygmalion

Roger and Drothy are set in a grocery store: (AKA. PUBLIX)

Dorothy: "Roger dear will you get the milk and I'll go find the eggs."

Roger: "Alright dear, oh which vegatble oil do you perfure again?"

Dorothy: "The Crisco brand only please."

Roger: "ALright love."

*Roger goes down the aisle picks up the milk and onto the Vegtable oils.

Roger: "Ah here we go, oh wow! There's a special on the genertic brand! Iam sure Dorothy will like that instead of wasting a whole dime on that other stuff!"

*Picks up the Publix brand (generic)*


~Meanwhile at the check out...

Clerk: Will you paying cash or credit for this Miss?"

Dorothy: "Credit."
*Roger pops in*
Roger: "I got you your vegtable oil love!"
Dorothy: "Aww thank....wait a minute! *reads label* "WHAT THE?!?!" "I ASKED YOU FOR CISCO!! NOT THE PUBLIX BRAND!!!"

Roger: "But with the Publix brand we save a whole dime, I though you..."

Dorothy:" WHAT?!? YOU WANT ME TO DIE DON'T YOU?!!?!?!?!? YOU KNOW THAT CISCO IS THE ONLY BRAND MY SYSTEM CAN HANDLE!!!!!"

Roger: WELLL ITS NOT MY FAULT YOUR DELCIATE!!!"

*To two contuine to fight*

Cashier: "Cat fight in aisle three."

~*The End*~

Why you ask? Becasue it just had to be done. ^_^""""

-Beth

Dorothy: *pulls out giant hedge loppers*

Roger: *spits coffee out* Uh...Dorothy? What are you doing?"

Dorothy: *smiles* "Well Roger its time to "cut back the weeds"."

Roger *sweat drop* "Uh Dorothy? I don't follow..."

Dorothy *Snip Snip* "The Weeds...Roger."

Roger: *shrieks* "DOROTHY NO!! We can't!! They are out children! *runs over to the green house where the tomato plants are located*

Dorothy: *Snip Snip* "But Roger only the superior Tomatoes are allowed to survive, we must remove the weak." *snip snip*

Roger: *Screams* "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Dorothy:*Runs at him and Tomatoes with loppers*
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Roger: "ARGGHHHH!!!!!"

Dorothy: "Roger wake up."

Roger: "Huh what?" *looks around and realizes he is in his bed*

Dorothy: "You wear dreaming."

Roger: *sigh of relief* "Ah thank goodness."

Dorothy: "Your breakfast is getting cold and it is already after noon."

Roger: "Yeah I know I'll be down in a minute."

Dorothy: *leaves*

Roger: "Geez that was a strange dream...I better make the bed."

*Pulls the bed sheets up to find a pair of bloody hedge loppers.*

THE END
^_^"

-Beth

The scene many are hoping for
*Norman knocks at Roger's bedroom door*
Norman: Master Roger, are you awake? I have your breakfast
*Puts his ear to the door, hears metallic squeeking noises*
Dorothy (From inside): He'll be sleeping in today Norman

Norman: Oh, alright Miss Dorothy, but what are those sounds?
Dorothy: I'm just, oiling his bed, it was screeching all night
Norman: Well, be sure to make every piece soundless or you could wake up Master Roger

Roger: Uh, Norman? I'm not in there
Suwah: Has anyone seen Tim? I can't detect him anywhere...

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Because we can all see it coming

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Originally posted by Lyinginbedmon The scene many are hoping for *Norman knocks at Roger's bedroom door* Norman: Master Roger, are you awake? I have your breakfast *Puts his ear to the door, hears metallic squeeking noises* Dorothy (From inside): He'll be sleeping in today Norman Norman: Oh, alright Miss Dorothy, but what are those sounds? Dorothy: I'm just, oiling his bed, it was screeching all night Norman: Well, be sure to make every piece soundless or you could wake up Master Roger Roger: Uh, Norman? I'm not in there Suwah: Has anyone seen Tim? I can't detect him anywhere... ----------------------------------- Because we can all see it coming

*beats lyinginbedmon with the blunt side of his dad's machete*

BAD ECCHI THOUGHTS! BANISH THEM!

So sue me, it was gonna show eventually

Besides, it's not ecchi if I don't actually say its happening, then it's your gutter-based mind putting it together

Been a long time since someone posted here...

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Roger: A bird whose wings have been plucked will shed all it's feathers and turn back into the beast it was before it evolved into a bird.

Angel: Wha--?

Roger: That was the message she told me to give to you before she left.

Angel: ...well.... she was just here. Couldn't she have told me that herself?

Vera: (climbing out of the hole) Oh, by the way, Angel, a bird whose wings have been plucked--

Roger: I already did that.

Vera: Damn you, Roger Smith! I was going to tell her!

Roger: Well then, why did you tell me to tell her!?

Vera: I didn't think you'd remember!

Gordon: Oy...

I had that naughty writing-bug. Just working it out of my system.

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Precious few know all that goes into the making of a man. Precious fewer still understand that man's unmaking, and only one in this city will ever be able to touch that which is his own remaking. And it is here in the warm flux of potential events that we will find our hero: his own Darwinism, his petite renaissance.

This place is not a hospital. This place is just a basement. Outside, it is raining and pale, and gray light filters in through the dingy windows until it dissolves against the wide fluorescent beam above his table and his body. This is the first in a series of evolutions.

It is no small feat for the technicians and doctors to fuse nerve to wire. They work in shifts over their creation and do not stop for two full days. Occasionally they are so absorbed in their work that they neglect to re-anesthetize him until his body snaps rigid with a revolting howl, and it is then that they hold him down and a pungent cloth over his mouth and nose until he stills again and hope that he has not irreparably damaged their work.

In the white light of the third morning, he opens his eyes.

The virtual entirety of his right side is thickly bandaged and thinly bleeding. It feels as though the gauze is holding his head together; his scalp is mournfully bare. His fingers twitch-- his right hand. It moves naturally-though-heavily in the molasses of his drugged world.

He smiles, then falls once more into unconsciousness.

Woah

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Originally posted by Lyinginbedmon Woah

Ohohoho... I take it you approve, then? I just wonder if it was clear enough...

I'm guessing it's Schwarzwald, judging by his slightly mechanised left eye, but I'm not 100% certain, like that matters

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Originally posted by Lyinginbedmon I'm guessing it's Schwarzwald, judging by his slightly mechanised left eye, but I'm not 100% certain, like that matters

Ooooh, close! But no cigar. It is, however, about one Alan Gabriel...

Whoo teh Alan!

As always, your ability to disturb remains impeccable, Xel. I loves it.

WOW! That was wonderful. I had no idea who you were talking about but it was really descriptive and just excellent to read. When you said it was Alan, I knew.

Lovely!

Later,
Pen1300

Xel, this is far out! I really liked it. I take it this is the beginning of C. Alan Gabriel (C - Cyborg).

Kudos! This rocks!

Oooo, wonderful writing! Kudos to you, Xel!

I wrote this just the other day so it's a little rough...^.^

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So I’ve had her here for a week. Certainly she has a good look about her. Her perfectly shaped face and dull black eyes would have been enough to enrapture any poor fool at first sight but fortunately I’ve been around the block enough to cease from being impressed by women with such a rarity of beautiful traits. There was no spark to her. I realize now that I might have been wrong to make that assumption, seeing as how she’s completely overtaken my household. You should see her buzzing about-well not exactly buzzing but whatever the android equivalent of that is- the place mopping there and dusting here. In fact our little spark plug is here right at the opportune moment.

“Sparks!” I chortle, my spirits lifted at the opportunity to annoy her, if androids can be annoyed. But if she was you certainly wouldn’t know it fore she pretty much wore the same expression but perhaps her cool mechanics were the only thing that matched my superior intelligence. I wouldn’t call it sparring but hey we’ve had some good spats. If only she weren’t so unsettlingly cool about everything I might even have some fun with her. Seeing as that wasn’t he case…

“Sparks?” Dorothy replied in her hauntingly mechanical voice.

“Yeah…remember last night. We couldn’t stop you from sputtering that crap everywhere. I took some in my eye. You are a complicated little minx aren’t you?” I remarked trying to converse with her a little. I could see by the forever forlorn look upon her android face that she needed some talking-to.

“I don’t understand the word “minx”, you numbskull.” She fired back in the coolest possible way I’ve ever heard.

“You can’t understand “minx” but you just call me a numbskull you dingbat!” I swing back at her as any honorable man would…I wasn’t about to let a woman argue with me and much less an android chick.

“Get back to work Sparks…this room needs a little of your attention and wear this while you’re at it.” I tossed a nice little black number at her. I bought it downtown at a favorite hang out of mine. Once the dancers where done with them they sold the outfit’s half off. So I figured now that there was a lady in the house I might as well just stop and pick up something presentable for her to wear, she looked like she was going to a funeral in those duds. What I found underneath was even more terrifying…pantalets! Who puts pantalets on an android! I understand the girl is chaste but c’mon!

“No. It goes against my command protocols.” No notable change in her voice other than perhaps a decibel or two but I was left with the strange sense that she really wasn’t going to wear the dress no matter what I did.

“You’ll wear it because I told you so, got that! You’re my android.” I of course had to stifle any inkling of free will in her, “Plus when have you ever followed command protocols?” I laughed.

“No this is a violation of a protocol.”

“And what protocol is this?” I played along knowing that such a protocol could never exist granted that this programmer had the foresight to predict she would be made to wear a second hand dancer’s outfit from her kidnapper. So I laughed heartily and suddenly she gave me a response…

“Don’t take fashion advice from a man in a yellow suit.”

“You’re lying.” I said flatly.

“Androids cannot lie. You should know that.” And she was right…I did know and too well that most androids were unable to in fact…lie. But that didn’t stop it found hurting my pride…who could *not* love this suit?!

“Well whoever this bozo is he knows nothing of fashion!” I kicked my shoe still reeling from the prejudice against men in yellow suits.

“You’re right for once…his fashion sense really reeks but so does yours. If you have so much money why can’t you afford to dress better? I don’t understand humans.”

“That’s it…I’ve no money! But I guess this suit is getting a little worn and I’ve got some cash left over from that heist…alright…I’ll be back in an hour. Don’t wait up.” Was the last thing I said to her but It didn’t hit me until I was standing in line with a mound of clothes piled between my arms that I had left Dorothy alone…unguarded and like that stove…I forgot to turn her off. “I’ll give her one thing, she’s a smart gal.” I resolved, an android outsmarted the greatest villain…I’ll be damned…again.

The story takes place between episodes 14 and 15.

The weather had been disagreeable for several days, and neither Norman nor Dorothy could decide which was worse, the weather or Roger's mood. After his encounter with R.D., the Dominus had to endure several days of forced inactivity while his arm healed. Forcing Roger to do something was a proven way to put him in an abominable mood and, as the ones carrying out the doctor's orders, Norman and Dorothy were the main targets of Roger's ire. They had almost run out of patience with their employer when they discovered him standing on the terrace drenched by the heavy rain.

Going out into the cold, driving rain to talk the Master into coming inside was not something that Norman looked forward to doing. He eyed Dorothy speculatively wondering if she would be willing to take on the job but at that moment the android, despite her deep romantic feelings for Roger, seemed more inclined to toss him over the balcony railing than to cajole him into coming indoors.

The old gentleman suppressed a sigh as he put on his overcoat, opened an umbrella and stepped into the rain.

"Some people choose to stand in the rain without an umbrella," Roger growled when he saw his butler. "That's what it means to be free."

Norman quickly realized that given Roger's current mood polite words and tact would be wasted. What the lad needed was some simple unadulterated honesty.

"Quite true, Sir," the old man answered evenly. "But some people don't have the sense to come in out of the rain. That's what it means to be stupid."

Roger gaped at Norman, shocked by his bluntness. Then as he remembered his behavior to both Norman and Dorothy over the past few days, Paradigm's top negotiator had the grace to blush.

"I haven't been very easy to live with the past few days have I?" he asked ruefully.

"No Sir, you haven't," replied Norman in the same even tone.

"Norman, please accept my apology for the way I've been behaving and thank you for coming out here to talk some sense into me," said Roger reaching for the umbrella.

"After you Master Roger," continued Norman holding the umbrella a little further away from Roger as he politely gestured toward the door. "I'm sure a man as intelligent and mature as yourself understands the responsibilities that accompany freedom."

"Point taken, you old fox," thought Roger, his shoulders shaking with silent laughter as he walked across the rain-swept terrace to the warmth of his home.


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