Wait? You KNOW me?
Vincent sat, legs crossed, a blank stare on his face. He pointed to himself. "What, me?" he said, standing up. "My last name is Monroe. Vincent James Monroe is my full name. I'll go get that coffee and be right back." He nodded for a second at her before turning around, and he began to walk to the counter.
After he walked over and paid for two cups, he strode back to his seat purposefully. During this, he made note of his surroundings. To him, it was necessary to watch for spies everywhere. He didn't ever really feel comfortable in public; he never felt comfortable anywhere outside his home. So what did that say about Mads, that he was willing to leave his comfort zone to have an informal meeting with her? He himself did not know the answer.
He handed her a cup and sat down again, having gotten himself some weak coffee. God knows that he didn't need the caffeine. "Uh, so..." He said, half to himself, half to Mads. "... how's... school... I guess?" Good god, he was bad at small talk.
Song of the Week: Find You by ZEDD
((Alright. I need to do this to break the awkward.))
Randy was at the front of the restaurant doing his normal job, welcoming the kids and making sure they were happy. He wasn't allowed to talk, though. Instead, a man in the back room controlled an override mic that augmented his voice to match Randy's normal voice, so that he controlled what Randy said and what he did. The young raccoon hated it, honestly. Being pulled around like a puppet. These humans could be really rude, too, and he couldn't say a word about it. On the subject of humans, Randy remembered what they were the second he woke up in the morning. They were nice, most of the time, but he really did not like the one controlling him in the day. He DID overhear that the man was going to be fired soon, so that was good. As he walked around greeting people, he managed to bypass a few glitched safety mechanics and use a much higher frequency in his voicebox- one he could control. The sound was imperceptible by human ears, too: perfect for talking with his friends. "Hey, Leah, how're you doing? Crowd's pretty rough today, isn't it?"
However this goes, it goes fun. That's all I need to say.
The Fantabulous
"Thanks, much needed." Mads took a grateful sip of the strong coffee, apparently unfazed by how hot it was for the moment. "Caffeine - elixir of life, heh." She smiled, noting that Vincent himself preferred it much weaker and that he seemed to be distracted by the current surroundings. She was a little amused when he awkwardly asked about 'school', "Long, and needlessly boring for the most part..." She said after a moment, "Did catch up on some sleep, though." She added with a winked, deciding to cut to the chase seeing as Vinnie was unlikely to have the conversational skill to segue-way to his point, "I thought you'd be more interested in, well, last night."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
The Reaper Alchemist
Backstage
Waltz was in the Backstage area, along with a deactivated Foxy. He was tending to his repairs and getting him into a new costume. "Don't ye worry, mate. You'll be back up stage 'n no time." He said, as he finished brushing the fur on his suit. He then dragged the decommissioned animatronic and himself to Pirate's Cove.
Pirate's Cove
He then placed Foxy standing up, and activated him. He then pulled open the curtains and exclaimed. "Arrrr, ahoy, young'ns! Are ye ready for a pirate story?" A group of children gathered around as he and Foxy told tales of their "adventures", reenacting scenes, sang songs, and having a "jolly good time"
edited 29th Oct '14 3:32:21 PM by experimentalDivine
IT'S ME. Just kidding, it's Bob.
Leah watched Randy from her spot at the piano. It really was an unfortunate situation he was stuck in. Of course, they were all stuck in one way or another... Still, he was evidently able to rebel in some ways, such as his frequency trick. Even she hadn't thought of that one! She quickly worked out how to do the same, and was able to talk to him even in the middle of a song. Being a machine certainly had its benefits!
"I'm doing well, darrrling," she said. "And they may be rrrowdy, but at least we have an audience now." It seemed like a number of people had entered in the last few minutes- maybe there was a party happening? She hadn't heard about a party being planned for the day, but it was always possible they'd been brought here on a whim.
In any case, there were soon more important things to think about, as Waltz had apparently brought about the reopening of the Pirate's Cove all on his own! "It appearrrs that the vulpine vagabond of the seven seas, Foxy the Pirrrate Fox, has rrreturned frrrom his long voyage," she explained to those who asked. She had suspected that Waltz was going to try to make a comeback, but didn't expect him to repair Foxy as well. It was certainly a pleasant surprise!
/Wait, Waltz reopened the Cove? That's interesting. And what's with Foxy being back online? I guess that's best. The more the merrier./ Randy continued to do his duties (it's not like he couldn't), but continued to think about the events of the night. Two new animatronics, that is certainly something. His train of thought was suddenly interrupted as he started to move to the backstage area. /This isn't normal/, he thought. His shift wasn't up yet. Surely his controller wasn't- actually, the employee responsible for him had been coming in with a bad smell on his breath lately, and he had kept stumbling. Apparently it was the reason he was being fired soon, for 'alcoholism', whatever that was. It had something to do with that golden water humans loved. /He's putting me away so he can leave and get more?!/, the raccoon thought indignantly. If he could do anything, he was NOT letting some addicted human leave his post like this. There were still patrons to attend to.
However this goes, it goes fun. That's all I need to say.
((This is just because I am bored)) Max had rebooted about 2 hours ago and was moving about in the technician's workshop backstage, he was curious to know what was in the room and since it was noisy during the day no one could hear the small sounds coming from the room unless they were right outside of it. After looking around he slowly opened the door just enough to watch kids enjoying time in the pizzeria, Max stood there watching sadly as he missed being out there with the children.
Waffles and pancakes
Wait? You KNOW me?
Vincent blinked, looking blank, before clearing his throat. "Oh, right. Right." He exhales. "About last night... what do you think was happening to those animatronics? I KNOW they ain't programmed to do that." Do I? He thought, nervously. Or is this Fazbear Inc's dirty little secret? I'm just getting started with this investigation.
But as for now, he took a thoughtful sip of coffee, and nodded to Mads. "They aren't, right?"
Song of the Week: Find You by ZEDD
Don Abbott walked up to the managers' office, clutching his resume tightly, walking past the sign that said 'Freddy Fazbear needs your help! Job openings!' and rapped on the door, then waited outside the door. (I need someone to quickly RP a manager of the establishment)
((Alright. If you can handle drama, then let's do this.))
- after being invited inside by the manager*
"Sure, we've been looking for night jobs. One of our hardest spots to hold down, actually. So, which position are you coming for? We have a mechanic slot open, but an extra guard won't hurt." The manager, a tall, somewhat thin man, leaned forward to face Abbot.
((Also, let's say for the near future's sake that the manager's office is near the sec. room, but apart from it. It is also locked at night, so no one or thing can get in.))
edited 30th Oct '14 6:09:35 PM by PenumbraRes
However this goes, it goes fun. That's all I need to say.
((Max is going through his memories in this post specifically what happened in 1986))
~1985 Max was walking around Pirate's Cove giving out ice cream to the kids there, when he saw a little girl try to get on the stage rushing to the stage he grabbed her arm and pulled her away while saying " You shouldn't try get on stage while Foxy is performing or you could get hurt." At that moment the girl's bother came running over yelling " Let go of my sister!" The boy then proceeded to pry at Max's fingers, that annoyed Max, letting the girl go he then picked her brother up and without warning dropped him on a table.
~1986 After Max's stunt the year before the management at Freddy's had him reprogrammed and then sent him back to his routine, when the afternoon had arrived Max was handing a little boy a chocolate ice cream cone when he glitched and shutdown a 4 year old girl wandered over from a nearby birthday party and started pulling on his tail causing him to reboot, picking the girl up he asked her if she wanted some ice cream, his voice glitching out the girl nodded yes so he opened his freezer and told her to pick one, as she reached in to get the ice cream he shoved her in and let the lid close one of the parents saw this and screamed causing a commotion the last thing Max remembered that day was seeing the girl being pulled out of the freezer.
edited 31st Oct '14 11:26:22 AM by Wolfy-boy
Waffles and pancakes
The Fantabulous
Mads bit her lip thoughtfully, still wondering about the full answer herself - she had been reading through the manual whenever she had a spare moment and they definitely weren't following standard programming. However, that didn't mean they simply hadn't been upgraded or modified. "Well... From what I could see, and what I've read, they shouldn't be able to hear us... Hell they shouldn't have been able to track us." She said finally, taking another sip of coffee and shaking her head, "I don't think they've had any microphones or anything installed but who knows, the manual has a lot of pages ripped out, especially about the older animatronics. The newer ones, some of them were meant to move around the main rooms but rigs like theirs shouldn't be able to move that fast."
Madeline shrugged and sighed, "They could be new designs under the costumes, maybe? Or the manager is just fucking with us."
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Don Abbott passed his resume to the manager to the left of him. "Well, I'm just here for a normal guard job, if that will do. I'm not much of a technological person, I stopped taking Computer Tech to switch over to Physics in Grade 10 and I could probably supply myself for the night if the job's open. If anyone else is applying for this spot, I'll swear I'll do much better than all of them."
"Well, I could definitely use another night guard. If you have no plans I suppose I could set you to work tonight. The hours are from midnight to 6AM, though you should really be there by 11:30 at night. The job is relatively simple, just keep the premises secured and watch over the place. Sometimes kids think it's funny to go and mark up the animatronics." He chuckled to himself. "But yeah, I suppose you can have the job. There will be some others there when you arrive. I will say, we have a strict no-weapons policy. Anyone comes in with a gun, either arrest them or fire them on the spot." He then shook hands with Abbot and finished the contract, which was then signed. The pay for the week (adjusted for the year 2000) would be $154.15.
However this goes, it goes fun. That's all I need to say.
The Reaper Alchemist
Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, 11:30 PM - NIGHT 2
The janitor plunged his mop into the bucket, having finished cleaning up after hours. He picked something out of his back pocket, a walkie-talkie, and placed it on one of the tables. "Supposed ta leave this on a table, they told me. S'post ta be for the night shift. I'd hate to have their shift." He mumbled, as he carted the bucket and mop into the closet, closing it, and leaving, locking up the doors until the night shift arrived.
Pirate's Cove
Foxy remained stationary, while Waltz poked out his head from behind the curtains. He looked around, and decided that no one was around for the time being. "Arr, mateys. The coast be clear." He announced to his fellow animatronics as he hopped out from behind the curtains and stretched his joints. "Aye, I got an idear. Hows about we make a wee prank for the night shifters? Give 'em a real spook, eh?"
edited 2nd Nov '14 2:43:31 PM by experimentalDivine
IT'S ME. Just kidding, it's Bob.
Wait? You KNOW me?
Cafe
Vincent nodded as he took another sip of coffee, silent. Or they're trying to scare you off. Or worse. Because they know you're gonna expose them for what they are. He had a sneaking suspicion that this was all part of the growing conspiracy that was Freddy Fazbears. He had no doubt that they were suspicious of him... he had better be cautious, then.
He turned to Mads and smiled. "Well, hopefully we figure it out. Hate to get another scare like that tonight... speaking off, I'll see you then too, right?" He set the coffee cup down and sat up. "Well alrighty then... you probably have classes, or something... I'll see you later, okay?" He said, standing, offering a hand to her. "... this was nice, Mads. Maybe we can get some coffee another time and talk about.... not work?" He wasn't really sure why he was compelled to ask this, but he felt like he should. Mads was nice, he felt. Trustworthy, to an extent. And if his wild suspicions were true, then she may be his only ally for the coming storm...
Night 2, 11:30
Vincent walked up to the door of Freddy Fazbears, looking around for any other human beings on the premises. He wasn't really sure how he felt about going inside alone, right now.
edited 2nd Nov '14 2:56:39 PM by IgnisFuturus
Song of the Week: Find You by ZEDD
The Fantabulous
Cafe
Madeline smiled back to Vincent as he sat up, slinging her satchel back around her neck and standing up, "I hope we figure it out - I have a love hate relationship with mysteries." She replied, drinking the last of her coffee and putting the cup down, "I'll be there. Try not to spontaneously combust in the mean time, eh?" She added, shaking his hand and realising he wasn't kidding about the sunblock. Mads discretely wiped the greasy residue on the side of her jeans, he was a nice guy just a bit odd and maybe needed to get out a little more often in the daylight, "Sure, sounds like... fun. Oh, you'll probably need my number then - to contact me outside of work, and stuff."
Mads quickly scribbled down her number and proper name on a scrap of sketch paper and handed it awkwardly to Vincent. There was an incomplete drawing in gray lead on the other side of a sort of bio-mechanical hand, "I'll see you around, then." She exited the cafe, wondering if tonight was going to be any less disturbing or, god forbid, worse.
Night 2, 11:30
Madeline had arrived a few minutes early for her shift, an exiting janitor letting her in and mumbling something about a walkie talkie on the table - She figured it was probably more meant for the night guards and so headed straight for the workshop. "Urgh, I forgot how bad it smelt - Definitely finding out what is causing it tonight." She said to herself, donning her technician's shirt and uneasily inching the door open. She hoped the animatronics were going to be better behaved, but an anxious feeling told her they wouldn't be so lucky.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Max was sitting on the table in the technician's workroom looking down at the floor and the mess of tools that lay there from his exploration of the room that morning.
Waffles and pancakes
The Fantabulous
"Oh, just bloody wonderful..." Madeline's shoulders sank as she turned on the light and looked at all the tools littered around the floor. "Why are there even shelves if everything is just going to end up on the floor by the end of the day." She complained to herself, taking in an irritated breath and letting it out slowly as she approached the worktable.
The technician kept an eye on the disheveled monkey as she scooped up a few of the instruments into her arms then reluctantly turned her back to it as she put them back in their respective places. She figured the management would want her to fix up the animatronic, also hoping it would give her a better idea of how these things worked.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
The Blinder
Keats tossed a brick up and down several times before pitching it through the window, clambering in, he pulled his rifle out of the duffel bag. Time to find some Animatronics.
Good to be back
Max lifted his head to watch Mads put the tools away and thought "Well I guess I should surprise her." Reaching out with his working arm Max touched Mads on the back.
Waffles and pancakes
The Fantabulous
Madeline felt something cold touching her back, freezing in place for a moment before her eyes widened in realization, "Gah!" She exclaimed, swinging around and using her momentum to knock the hand off her. The technician had a sizeable wrench raised ready to strike if the now active animatronic tried anything else, "Hands to yourself! Try anything funny and you'll have a hard time grinning about it with a wrench through your jaw..." Mads warned, clearly frightened despite her threats and backed hard against the wall.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”
Wait? You KNOW me?
Vincent stuck his head in the door to the tech's room, concerned. "Mads? Is everything—"his sentence was cut off immediately as he noticed her and Max having a standoff of sorts. He grabbed his large metal flashlight, while raising it threateningly. "Leave her alone, if you know whats good for you." He said, while quavering in his boots. He was probably the least threatening person in the world, at this point.
Song of the Week: Find You by ZEDD
"Whoa calm down!" Max said in his glitchy voice "I just wanted to apologize for last night." After saying this he looked down at his malfunctioning arm staring at the the tear in his suit, the metal under the fur exposed and torn open to reveal the endoskeleton that lies beneath.
Waffles and pancakes
Mads grinned in satisfaction as Vincent jumped in shock at her arrival, perhaps a tad cruel on someone so nervous but largely a harmless trick. She herself felt a few butterflies in regards to this informal meeting but kept that to herself, "I can only imagine... With all the sunblock you look like you're going to slip off the chair." She noted in a friendly way, noticing the man was staring midway through the sentence and feeling a touch embarrassed for some reason. I wonder what he'd look like if he actually combed his hair... She wondered briefly, not obsessed with hygiene by any means but Vincent did look a little like a hobo sometimes.
"Um, sure. Long black, no sugar." She smiled, not one to pass up on free coffee. Madeline was very curious about one thing, however, "Do you have a last name? I usually don't care - I've gone months without knowing my friends' full names - just realised I never asked and..." She cut herself off, realising she was rambling and speaking a tad too fast.
“Isn't it enough to see that a garden is beautiful without having to believe that there are fairies at the bottom of it too?”