ROOK: I rearranged the agents...
- 3rd floor: Gordon, Lyndsay, Mike
- 2nd floor: Travis, Leaf, Petal
- 1st floor: Wolfah, Marlon, Magellan
- Basement: Agent Rosalyn, Agent Vic, Carl
ROOK: ...and their furniture, and sent them on their missions:
- 3rd floor: F, Robot
- 2nd floor: Prom Date
- 1st floor: Protection Detail
- Basement: Tobor's Destiny
ROOK: While they're gone, a little behind-the-scenes about how I arrange furniture. Furniture, as the narrator explained, is used primarily to boost the skills of the agents on the floor that they're put on. Well, there's only just so much furniture to go around, and each floor can only hold 15 objects.
TOBOR: Alright, alright. Not a bad looking crew. Add all their IQs up and you might get halfway to mine. Let's get to work.
(Dr. F's first call. See previous attempt.)
IKARA: The protection detail has arrived. They certainly look... intimidating. Excellent.
MAKOTO: The limousine has arrived with your dispatchable units. They appear to have an adequate level of social competence and attractiveness. Probability of this night ending in the usual prom disaster has decreased by 11.3 percent.
ROOK: So how do I decide where to place things? Well, first, I use the difficulty level as a gauge of priority. A mission with higher difficulty needs the appropriate skill levels boosted more than a mission with lower difficulty.
GORDON: You know, friend, I read in the latest issue of "Robot's Digest" that the first place to look when a robot is missing is the refrigerator. Don't forget to check the in-door ice caddy! They love to hide in there.
MARLON: Cooking... such a primitive art. Why cook when you can simply conjure complete meals out of the very air itself. Abakadoobie! Hmm, err, maybe I'll skip lunch today...
LEAF: You know, a couple thousand years back when I was a starving musician, high school proms were usually a good gig to play. Sure, the pay wasn't that great, but hey, all the free punch you can drink!
CARL: I've always known that I was destined to be a butler. I mean, I'm dead, and I'm still a butler. That's gotta mean something, right?
ROOK: This is especially important when two or more missions require the same skills, like "F, Robot" and "Tobor's Destiny", or to a lesser extent, both of those and "Prom Date".
(Dr. F's second call. See previous attempt.)
IKARA: We're off to the Kitchen Coliseum, but I'm feeling uneasy about my secret ingredient choice. Should I switch it up and go with something more popular like mayonnaise, or stick to my original choice: oxygen?
ROOK: Oxygen. Anyway, "Tobor's Destiny" is more difficult than "F, Robot", so that's where I start. "Prom Date" also needs Charismatic skills, so I go with that.
MAKOTO: The human designated as "Travis" has displayed a remarkable affinity and aptitude for silicon-based lifeforms like mysel- I mean, he is good with girls. Warning! Power fluctuations detected in my fusion generator. Opening palm heat sinks to vent thermal energy and moisture. Query: Is this...love?
Watch out for Liberty, if so...
LYNDSAY: Finding a lost robot? Shouldn't be too hard... i find myself lost all the time! Haha! ...Sorry, old explorer joke.
IKARA: An excellent choice, Rook. I believe we have diffused the situation somewhat. The chefs still seem a little disgruntled, but I think the audience is putting down some of their projectiles.
TOBOR: OK, I've snuck the squad into the lab, but we've only got time to check one location before the alarms reset. Should we check Alexa's office or Dr. F's laboratory?
ROOK: Alexa's office, I guess. Anyway, also notice "Protection Detail". Neither skill is needed elsewhere, so I can use the best objects with no worries.
PETAL: Sure, we elves have proms and other kinds of formal dances and balls too. But, to tell you the truth, I'm getting a little tired of the same old "Enchanted Forest" theme.
(Dr. F's choice: Magnetar or off button?)
ROOK: Off button, this time.
(Looks like Magellan posted a video taken from his cellphone of Ikara being attacked by an aerial assault of baklava. hey, aren't you supposed to be protecting Ikara from stuff like that?)
ROOK: What? They're wasting delicious baklava by throwing it at people?
TOBOR: Alexa caught us snooping and kicked us out! Her personal files don't contain any information about me anyway.
ROOK: Huh. If this fails, I guess I'll go with Dr. F.'s lab next time.
DR. F: Ah yes, the off button. You know, I generally don't put an off button on any of my creations — it's just bad science! — but Alexa insisted for this particular robot. Makes me wonder, since the prototype looks just like me...
...Huh. The alternative didn't mention that this was an exception. Oh well.
IKARA: The team fended off a vicious broccoli attack, but the worst is not over yet!
ROSALYN: Can a robot really have a destiny? Oh dear, this is so confusing!
MAKOTO: Rook, I have been nominated for prom queen. Nominees are required to enter a dance competition. Query: Which dance shall I perform?
ROOK: The waltz, definitely. "The Robot" might blow your cover.
MIKE: Hey, how come no one came looking for me when I went missing? *sniff*
ROOK: You know, you were kind of a major part of the quest...
(Wolfah will eat just about anything, it seems. Check out this pic he sent of him licking guacamole off of Ikara's face. Must have been a tough crowd at the Kitchen Coliseum tonight!)
But they didn't have to avac-uate, so that's good.
(Rook snickers.)
MAKOTO: Yes, the waltz is a traditional favorite during social rituals such as this one. After downloading and integrating a new cross step subroutine into my dancing algorithm, I was able to outperform all other nominees.
TOBOR: We're on to something, I can feel it! That is, I would be able to feel it if I had any tactile sensors. I'm sure we're close to discovering what by true purpose is!
DR. F: Success! Rook, your robo hunters returned my wayward F-Bot to his secret underground hangar! Well, that's the last time I use almond nougat as a neural net processor.
JENNY: If only we could convince Dr. F to stop making giant robots. In the meantime, enjoy these rewards. The mission, "Time for Toast".
ROOK: I'll ask later.
IKARA: Oh Rook, it was brilliant! Your team deflected every edible attack that came my way.
ROOK: I have video footage and a still image that says differently, but whatever.
IKARA: Daikon, aubergine, cream soda — all neutralized by your fine band. You have my gratitude.
JENNY: Chancellor Ikara was most pleased with his protection detail, and is sending along a few rewards. I hope they're edible! Hmm... there's a blue fedora with a feather in it, but if you think that's tasty, I'll eat my hat. There's another bed; can one eat sweet dreams? Oh, but there's a picnic setup with some of the winning entries! You know, I've always wanted to try oxygen ice cream...
TRAVIS: Heya, Rook. So here I am with Makoto at the prom. She's cool and all, but seeing as how this is the seventh prom I've been to this year, It's getting kinda boring. What should I do to make things more fun around here? Set up a holographic laser light display, or open up this cage full of rabid badgers?
ROOK: ...Laser light display. Please.
VIC: What is my destiny? I'd like to set a world record for Plane Vs. Eye, but I'd settle for opening my own arcade.
Which the My Sims (Wii) version of him does. Open his own arcade, I mean.
TRAVIS: Oh wow, these holographic lasers are so cool! Check out that strobe effect! Haha, everyone is totally getting into the party now! I gotta get one of these for my dorm room!
TOBOR: This is it... a design for an automated juicing supervisor... Tangerine-Orange-Banana-Orange Regulator... T.O.B.O.R? WHAT THE WHAT? I was built to supervise fruit juicing? Wow.
JENNY: Tobor's destiny is to be a juicing supervisor? Ouch. Sucks to be him. Here's a black ninja outfit, and an Earth decoration to go with those other planets you picked up in the temple.
MAKOTO: Analysis of events during tonight's social ritual known as "The Prom" indicates success has occurred. Being crowned prom queen was especially thrilling. Thank you, Rook. You will have my gratitude for 982 years, at which point my bettery will need to be replaced.
ROOK: Oh dear. If you do get together with Travis, perhaps you should consider moving on to Leaf once [he passes on...
JENNY: Makoto said that her prom date exceeded all reasonable expectation boundaries. Good for her, I guess. But what a weirdo. You can recruit her now, by the way, and you get a bed and computer... to boot!''
(Rook snickers again.)
MAKOTO: Accessing Makoto data....Height: 1.3 meters/ Weight: 240 kilograms/ Composition: Synthskin over ultra-dense repellium/ Operating System: FOS version 2.1 (beta)
1 Athletic, 4 Smarts.
- Time for Toast
DR. F: Mistake happened! I have burned my toast! The only solution is hire some temps and build a time machine! We will return to better times and save my toast!
20 minutes. 3 stars. Paranormal/Smarts. Outfits, Paint, and Trophy.
- Missions
- The Extremest Case: ****; A/C; Outfits, Object
- Justice for Justice: *****; A/C; Outfits, Trophy
- Music That Moves You: ***; P/S; Outfits, Trophy
- The Prominence: ***; P/S; Outfits
- Prom Date: ****; C/N; Object, Recruit
- Snack Thief: ***; S/C; Outfits, Object, Trophy
- Suckers Sabotage!; *****; C/P; Outfits, Trophy
- Time for Toast; ***; P/S; Outfits, Paint, Trophy
- Recruits and Recruitables
- Annie: A,C,3S
- Aran: 4A,N
- Beebee: N,A,3C
- Carl: 3P,N,S
- Elmira: P,N,3S
- Gonk: 2N,3A
- Gordon: 5S
- Hopper: 2N,2A,C
- Leaf: 3N,2C
- Liberty: 3N,2C
- Lyndsay: N,2A,C,S
- Magellan: P,3N,A
- Makoto: A,4S
- Marlon: 5P
- Mike: P,2A,2S
- Ms. Nicole: 4C,S
- Nova: 2P,N,2S
- Petal: 5N
- Pinky: P,4C
- Preston: A,3C,S
- Renée: 3N,2C
- Roger: 5A
- Agent Rosalyn: 2P,3S
- Skullfinder: 2P,3S
- Spencer: 2A,3C
- Star: P,4A
- Travis: 3C,2S
- Trevor: 5C
- Agent Vic: 3P,C,S
- Violet: 3P,N,S
- Wendalyn: 4P,N
- Wolfah: 3N,2A
- Zoe: 4P,S
Comments
- The Extremest Case: Beebee, Preston, Wolfah
- Justice for Justice: Spencer, Leaf, Mike
- Music That Moves You: Carl, Agent Rosalyn, Agent Vic
- Snack Thief: Makoto, Travis, Lyndsay
