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Roobit did not have a lot of free time these days. With garbage duty, her respoonsillies at the station, not to mention her shifts at the twon pizza. She didn’t even need to be doing the lattter, ta murder case at town pizza had been solve and mr arimnaes was still space convict. She still went, seeing it as recompense for all the pizza children she had burnet on accidenta.
But she couldn’t bring herself to go outside. Not until she knew enough about what was falling from the sky. Her databases lacked much knowledge about earth’s everevolving climate. She could do a teleport right into the station but she knew it would only do a disappoint Siv, even if no one esle was there to witsness.
the view from her spaceship is fogged, but it is still easy to notice the fierce volly of attacks. Liquid of undifinable origins, pelting the hull in hordes. It is a good thing the hull was attack proof or else she might have disintegration by now. Or would she???? Who knows what properties they have? There’s not a way she can think of to determine their makeup at the moment. She looks out the window to analyze, and steps back in shock.
There’s someone stuck out there. Hunched on the sidewalk, without any full body defense! They seem to have a solid purple helmet, keeping their vital organs safe, but what about rest of body!!!! roob leaps, digging through her supplies for something that could help.
Alas, she left all of her strongest magic on the moon. It was a good idea at the time, but she wishes she had brought something with her. Without thinking, she turns upsidedownside the coin purse Siv had given her for carrying essential supplies. Everything she had ever put in there spills out to form a certified disorganized mountain of clutter. Gumballs, chicken eggs, and assorted objected to be studied at a later datie. She scrambles for something, anything-
there! she spots a curved purple handle. Roobit pills it out of the heap. It was the long object Detective Stabby had given her on her first day in case of “rainy days!” she had asked Siv what that meant and they said it was earthling idiom for a person in need of finatual or survival support. She hoped this object could be enough. she takes in a steadying Roobit breath, and presses the switch.
The long part flaRes into shield! She grips the handle tightly, holding it above her. Maybe this would be enough to help that person on the ground. She closes her eyes, focuses her concentration, calls upon the power of the moon, and does a teleportation.
Before she has a chance to open her eyes, a shout reaches her ears. “THIS IS ONLY IRONICALLY THO-“
Roobit tries not to wince. It isn’t the humans fault they don’t know about Roobit’s highented sense of hearing. They don’t seem too alarmed about her sudden appearance, so perhaps the situation is not as distressful as it seems. She manages to squeak out a small “hell! o!”
Roobit can’t help but notice all the confusing things about this persons appearance. The small wheeled transportation device being used as a sitting place, the protective headgear that manages to leave vulnerable one of their eyes, what seems to ourple overalls with hand paintd flames on the legs, and the green round creature in their hands.
“WOAH wait how’d you get so close? where’d you come from?”
She glances back up at her spacechip in what she hopes is an inconspicuous way. It wouldn’t matter, as only she can see through da ultraviolet cloaking, but she still worry. She shakes her head once, why is she allowing herself to get distracted? Access the situation and level of injury, and work from there.
“Are you alright?” She scans this person, their skin is smooth, without any sign of burn or poison damage from the sky attacks.
“uhhhh - yeah?”
“um ! ” roobit gestures towards the shield, protecting them from the next onslaught.
“It just rain, nothing to worri about… MOM.” the person squints up at her against the downpour, pulling something oblong off the ground to feed their palm creature.
“rain? as in rainy day?” She reaches for her notebook only to remember its back on her ship, at the bottom of her coin purse pile. She summons it to their location to look at her notes on rainy days.
“Floradaddle doesn’t get as much rain as some people would think, but when the sky needs to cry, it pours.”
so rain is commonplace for earth, and non threatening. If they made a reference to tears, maybe the chemical compound is similar to water? She edits her notes. Rainy day can also mean a day with rain (non harmful liquid from atmosphere).
“oh, thank you for explain. i like your friend.” She points towards the unidentified green thing in hand
“pssh, Don’t mention it. this little frogs legs are too twisTed for attacking so i bring worm victims to them. rain makes em easier to catch” They take another squirming worm from off the sidewalk, and poke it towards the frogs mouth. The frog slurps it down like a thick pasgetti nooodle.
Lot to process from that- Roobit opens her notebook again, and with her free hand that isn’t holding the shield, adds to her growing list of facts.
“HEY what you doing? is that a new addition of cool guy dictionary??”
“i am doing a write about frog. my previous human town did not have a sustainable climate for frog.”
“Huh. Whered used to live?”
“earthing home” not one of her best saves, honesty.
”um… It’s a travesty you haven’t met frogs brefore they’re my favorite animal. ” The person's obscured expression is hard to read, but there is a rosy hue to their cheeks. “Do you have a favorite animan?”
Roobit thinks for a moment. “bees are friends, but many creatures are roobit’s friend.”
This new mysterious person seems lost in thought, so Roobit takes the oppertuninity to fin d her notes on this person. She shallows down the shame that she doesn’t remember name. Once she finds their page, she feels a bit better. Their section doesn’t have a name, only description with doodles and theories.
“i am apologies i do not think i introduced myself. i am roobit, she/her is pronouns but they/them on special occasion.” Roobit stops herself just before adding on “roo/roobs” as it is not a common earthling pronoun. They wouldn’t want to give this person a reason for susspision.
“She/her, a cool gal choice. I use those too. Warped Lamp, Master of Twisted,,,, or at lease,,, i used to be,,,” a flash of light crosses the clouds above, accompanied by a crackling noise. Roobit tries not to let her legs tremble. She really had a lot to learn about earth.
But she feels a lil butter, especially since she doesn’t have to think of Lamp as “that person” anymore. She writes down her name, and adds that frogs are favorite shape.
“how did you loose half of you name?” maybe she could help by reporting it as stolen.
“obvioubly can’t call myself that in the presence of someone with a twistmage of 90, can i?”
o… She had forgotten how the first time they had met, lamp had asked roobit about that. Lamp looks a disappoint! Roobit cannot allow that to stand!
“can there not be two mage of twist?”
lamp rolls her eyes and scoffs, feeding her palm frog another another wurm. “Ulgh not when there’s such a level disadvanstage. a participation of twist trophy is possibly the lamest thing I can concoct”
She didn’t mean to pick such a powerful number. The choice was a panic response, what else could she say? That Roobit didn’t understand half the things happening around them?
“how did you get it that high btw” lamp asks, the pinicle of cool and causal
!!! ah! panic response back for revengence !
“power of friendship. i am sure you will match my rank soon,,,” roobit winks.
“K cool” lamp still looks downcast, is there anything else roobit could say to help?
~~~find out next p1zzza gæm escapade~~~
( jk lololol)
Roobit investigates Lamps appreance. There’s one more think she could say, but they’re not sure it would help.
“maybe you should check your level meter again”
“Why that?” lamp responds, staring down at her frog.
roobit nods in the direction of lamp’s cool gal pose. “your posture indicates you are always lil twist. i am unsure if that was taken into account.”
There’s a pause in conversation as Lamp processes the new info. The pattering of the rain against Roobit’s shield is a pleasant background sound. She finds herself getting lost in her notes as she adds new stuff to Lamp’s bio.
“Never thought of it lik that… My doctor can suck a sour lemonade, my scoliosis adds to my distrouted aura”
Roobit let’s play out sigh of relief. Crisis averted, hopefully??
“aaNYBWAYS WOULD YOUBEVER CONSIDER DATE ME? Or maybe??? consider me (a creature) friend shaped?!?!12?” Lamp makes a proclamation, louder than the blast from lazer of friendship. Roobit jolts, ears ringing slightty , almost dropping her notebook in a puddle.
rooby only just properly put this pretty girl's name to face. She’s completely unfamiliar with the romantic rituals between humans. She does not have spare tim in her schedule. She is most definitely late for her shift at the police station (but maybe that was okay, Stabby hospitality aboat tardiness) She had to get back quarter from kianne so she could track and capture mr naes. To bring some sort of justice to the lives he had taken unfairly. She has roobits back home in need of good snacks and protection from a princess.
But Roobit couldn’t deny the fact she found this Warped Lamp Lady very interesting. The ways of twisted seemed complicated but possible compatible with roob magic. There was something there she couldn’t put a paw on. perhaps,,, a commonality?
~Decision Time!~
roobit jumps as blocky text obscurbes their view. She finds a new page in her notebookie and writes earlthing romance customs involve many mre decide box than roobits.
She allows herself one more moment to decide, and chooses the option that seems most applicable to her feeligns… throwing lamp in trash jus seems rude.
“maybe we could start from a friendship and take it from there?”
her response puts a twinkle in Lamp’s eye, hopefully was correct choosen. “Cool- can you teach me how to be pizza quarterback? only in a capitaliztic existential way. I can teach you how to be basketball deliverer if you want,,,,”
flipping for a fresh page in their notes, Roobit asks “what is basskeetle”
Lamp pulls what roobit assumes is a basketball from her pocket. Mayhapbs her pockets, just like Roobit’s coin purse, have interimentional storage space. “BB is love,,,, BB is wife,,, also rotund n oragne”
“o!” spheres! her favrite. “that wood do my heart a yipppee!”