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First Floor Lobby, Sunday Evening

Somewhere in the depth of a long forgotten storage closet, a great evil awoke from its slumber.

For too long it had been sitting on a shelf. Alone. Abandoned. Covered with a fine layer of dust and shoved next to a pile of cleaning supplies. But now, for one brief moment, it had risen from its endless slumber, with one all-consuming goal in mind.

It had an unquenchable need... for pie.

And so a tiny pink robot bunny shuffled through the lobby of the dorms. There were baked goods somewhere on this island, and Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants was going to find some before his battery went dead again.

[OOC: Open to anyone who feels like harassing a klepto robot bunny.]

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Gwen had gone downstairs mostly to see if it was safe to venture outside without dealing with zombie gremlins- after yesterday she was not in the mood- and paused when she saw the pink bunny.

"Uh. Hi?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants looked up. A person! Perhaps a person with the ability to help get him pie?

He squeaked his excitement in what he hoped were his cutest tones.

"Uh," she said again. "Are you lost?"

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants was not lost. He knew exactly where he was. Still the dormitory seemed to have changed a bit since the last time he was out here. How long had he been offline?

Not having been built with a mouth, however, he was unable to tell the girl all this and so he just shook his fluffy pink head. He tried to mime a pie-shape for her, but it was difficult to make a full circle with his stubby little arms.

"Oh. Sounds like... a wavy thing?" She'd always hated charades.

No, that wasn't it. Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants squeaked in frustration. It was so hard to get your point across when you were designed to be adorable instead of informative.

He searched his databases for any information that might help him out. There was a whole lot programmed into his memory about the importance of revenge killing, how to pilot giant robots, and a lot of terrible emo poetry, but nothing on public speaking. Maybe a bigger database was required?

He tried to mime holding a phone. Perhaps the girl had some kind of mobile phone and access to the fabled Information Superhighway?

"A phone?" she guessed, pulling hers from her pocket. "Do you need to call someone?"

Which would be weird when he couldn't talk to her.

"...Or text?"

Yes! No! Sort of! Too many questions! The world was a confusing place!

He waggled his arms up at the girl's phone and bounced up and down a couple times. So shiny. So thin. It didn't have a hinge in the middle like proper phones did, but perhaps she had some strange new model.

Gwen held the phone out to him, and then stopped. "You're not going to eat it or anything, are you?"

Why did she ask that.

~~Because Gwen's a smart girl. :p~~

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants let out a squeak show how insulted he was by the accusation. He raised his face to stare at the girl and tapped on his chin to show her that he had no mouth.

If he'd had a mouth, though, he'd totally try nibbling on it a bit.

"I mean, I guess you can text? Or something?" Gwen said. "Do you know how to use it?"

...did he know how to use it?

A deep question. His masters had programmed him with some knowledge of how to use technology -- and, more importantly, why anything shiny was worth stealing -- but he hadn't actually used any himself during his short fuzzy life. Did secondhand knowledge count as experience in the grand scale of things? Did any of us truly know how to use the great resources of the world around us?

He dropped his head and shook it sadly.

God dammit, now she felt bad for a little pink bunny she couldn't communicate with. "Here," she said, taking a seat on the floor so she could show him, inputting her pass code and bringing up the screen. "See, you can click on these, and there are some games and stuff."

Mr Canute Mimir Fluffypants tried to snuggle against the girl's leg. Now he was getting somewhere! Now he had full access to-- ooooh look how shiny everything was! His quest for the Information Superhighway was temporarily forgotten as he poked at things at random.

"Aww, you're cute- Oh, those are my pictures. You don't want to see some of those," she said, trying to close that. She took a lot of selfies.

And what cute selfies they were. Why wouldn't she want a cute robotically-enhanced bunny like himself not to see them? He flailed his little arms, trying to stop her from closing the window.

"It's embarrassing," Gwen said. At least she didn't make duck lips or anything.

Oh, how Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants would have envied her ability to make duck lips! Or make any lips-related pose! Or own lips to begin with!

He secretly harboured a lot of lips/mouth-related jealousy deep in his mechanical heart. People with lips at least had the possibility of eating pie.

He let her close the window and tried to focus on the task at hand: pie acquisition. He tapped at more buttons, trying to find one to help him with his goal.

"I doubt you want to get to Facebook. I never even want to get to Facebook," Gwen said. "What do you want? Games? Internet? Umm. What else are phones for...?"

~~And thus Fluffypants' dreams of crushing his rivals in Marvel: Avengers Alliance were squashed before they ever began.~~

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants waggled his arms at that second suggestion. Yes, Internet! He was pretty sure that was the thing he was looking for!

"Okay! We're getting somewhere!" she said, pulling up a browser. "Can you type it? Or what should I type?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants stared at the calming whiteness of the Google homepage. This he could understand.

He poked at the search bar and a keyboard popped up. Slowly and carefully, he typed out the letters P-I-E and then stared up expectantly at the girl.

"You want pie?" she asked. "Like, the kind you eat?"

Yes, finally a breakthrough in the conversation! Sweet sweet pie!

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants waved his arms wildly in the air like he just didn't care. Which was a lie because there was nothing he cared about more than pie.

"There might be some in a fridge," Gwen said. "Do you want to look?"

It wasn't her pie, so she didn't care if he... ate it? If he didn't have a mouth...

Yes, yes he did very much! He frustratingly lacked the ability to open the heavy refrigerator doors on his own, but maybe if this girl used her mighty human strength...

The frantic waving intensified.

"Not the weirdest thing I've done here," she said, opening her hands for him to hop on in. "Let's raid the kitchens."

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants eagerly jumped up into her outstretched palms. As both a kleptomaniac and a lover of pie he was very excited at the prospect of kitchen raiding.

"... and what the fuck are you?" Alana asked the pink robot bunny.

Despite the profanity, her tone was pure curiosity and surprise.

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants let out an indignant squeak. Clearly he was a hot pink bunny toy with a robotic interior programmed by an emo Danish prince and a be-queued giant robot pilot to steal electronics and baked goods from their fellow students. Wasn't it obvious just by looking at him?

He stared up at the girl with a calculating look. Did she seem like the kind of person who could get him access to pie?

Alana stared right back, equally calculating. "Okay ... you aren't supposed to be a student,are you?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants considered that. Did he count as student? He did sort of live here in the dormitory, but likely not. He was more of a student's possession and he was proud of that fact.

He shook his fuzzy head No to answer her question.

"Soo..." Alana considered this. "I don't know, should I be afraid of you?"

Well, on the one head, Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants had been designed to be unreasonably cute.

On the other, he had a strong desire to swipe anything not nailed down, especially if it was something shiny and/or some kind of baked good.

Deciding to split the difference, he put up his arms and waved them at the girl like a spooky ghost.

It might not have had the intended effect. Alana giggled.

"Aww," she said,crouching down for a better look. "You might just be the cutest thing I have ever seen."

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants should taken that as an affront. He was a great thief! He was a pie-stealing menace! He was the terror that flapped in the night! ~~No wait, that was someone else.~~

But it was true that he was extremely cute.

So instead he looked down and embarressingly rubbed behind his long fluffy ear at the compliment.

Ada was tearing out of the dorms because she was going to be late if she didn't start hauling, but ended up skidding to a stop in the lobby.

She leveled a finger at the pink midway toy. "Animal, vegetable, mineral, student, or mutant gremlin?"

Look, it was the best way she'd discovered to check and make sure something weird was safe.

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants tipped his head to the side. If one thought about it, really, he supposed that he could be classified as both an animal and a mineral, what with being an hot pink bunny with a sophisticated robotic interior.

Not having a mouth to explain the nuance of the situation to the girl, he threw up his arms in what he hoped was an adorable sort of shrug.

"I'll take that as 'non-violent combo of the above,'" Ada guessed, squatting down next to it. "You trying to go somewhere?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants nodded fervently at the girl. Yes, he was! He was bound wherever the winds would carry him, on a mission -- one might even say a pre-programed compulsion put there by a pair of hungry teens -- to acquire pie.

He tried to mime a pie shape, but his tiny arms were too short to make a full circle. Should he try miming eating pie as well?

..how did someone with a mouth actually go about eating pie? Truly, a mystery for the ages.

"I dunno what that means, but if you want to come to classes with me, you can," Ada offered, opening her backpack. "You tryin' to go to the school?"

School! That mythical place. Mr Canute Fluffypants had heard about it from H-prime, one of his original creators, but had never actually left the dorm building. Was it far? Was it dangerous?

Did it have pie?

It was a chance he was willing to take. He raised his arms up to the girl and waved them around to indicate his willingness to be picked up.

"Okay cutie," Ada said, scooping it up and nestling it carefully in her bag. "We got deception class and drama, so, two lying classes. You eat anyone or burn down the school, and I'm disowning you and got no idea how you got there. Got it?"

Mr. Canute Mimir Fluffypants nodded. He could promise that. Humans probably tasted terrible. And while there was an awful lot in his databases about the best ways to stab one's uncle for murdering their father and marrying their mother, arson wasn't really part of his programming.

Onto this strange new school thing, and all the wonder it contained!

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