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paradisalogs2013-02-08 11:11 pm
cyan_maid) wrote in paradisalogs2013-02-08 11:11 pm
Entry tags:
Maybe We Don't Need Anyone (As More Than Friends)
Who: Jane Crocker and Dirk Strider
What: Robot concerns lead to the complicated shenanigans that are Alpha Kids' romance problems.
When: February 8th, evening-ish
Where: Dirk's Room
Rating: PG-13 I guess?
Snickerdoodles had not been worth the trouble - of this, Jane was absolutely certain. She should have had Anna make a great big cake that everyone could share. It would have come with much less embarrassment. But no, her burgeoning hopes of a castle experience filled with pastries had been crushed, all because she could not figure out what was wrong with Anna.
It had only been the second time she had brought Anna out to bake, and the robot had begun to malfunction. At first she stalled in the middle of performing steps, but each stall lasted longer and longer, until, when everything was ready to go in the oven, Anna had dropped the filled pans and shut down completely. Jane nearly cried when she saw all the lovely batter pooling on the floor.
Well, so much for that spice cake.
There was obviously something wrong with Anna, but what? Dirk would know better than anyone, so that is where she was going. Somehow, she had managed to bring the robot up to the third floor, and, not even sure if Dirk was around, Jane rapped on his door.
"Hello? Is anybody home?"
What: Robot concerns lead to the complicated shenanigans that are Alpha Kids' romance problems.
When: February 8th, evening-ish
Where: Dirk's Room
Rating: PG-13 I guess?
Snickerdoodles had not been worth the trouble - of this, Jane was absolutely certain. She should have had Anna make a great big cake that everyone could share. It would have come with much less embarrassment. But no, her burgeoning hopes of a castle experience filled with pastries had been crushed, all because she could not figure out what was wrong with Anna.
It had only been the second time she had brought Anna out to bake, and the robot had begun to malfunction. At first she stalled in the middle of performing steps, but each stall lasted longer and longer, until, when everything was ready to go in the oven, Anna had dropped the filled pans and shut down completely. Jane nearly cried when she saw all the lovely batter pooling on the floor.
Well, so much for that spice cake.
There was obviously something wrong with Anna, but what? Dirk would know better than anyone, so that is where she was going. Somehow, she had managed to bring the robot up to the third floor, and, not even sure if Dirk was around, Jane rapped on his door.
"Hello? Is anybody home?"