#v: learning hinobi tech

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Another life: Muse swaps places with an AU version of themselves

Steve was just adjusting his mirrors before heading out to his area today. The Hinobi vans weren't fun, btu they were practical and did it's job, and he was on the clock.

and to anyone watching, it'd look like he graphically changed his attire into some slightly oily dark polo, and had leaned back as he did so as he was suddenly lounging in the drivers seat, to an extent. though, soon after, he sits up straight and alert, a bit wide-eyed before just... taking the van out of park and heading off.

that uh... was opposite of the direction he'd been assigned...

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Steve had just sat down, leaning against the wall head back. Today'd been a tedious day; lots of stupid staffbot glitches, but, had to keep on it. He was just taking a moment, before he'd soon reach for his thermos and take a glug.

However, he doesn't get the opportunity. anyone watching would see Steve, but his uniform changed to bright white and blue, some company called 'Hinobi' replacing 'Fazbears', and rather than leaning back taking a breather, he was leaning forward looking at... something. And as such, seemed to immediately notice the 'change' in surroundings, and took a glance at that watch he was wearing. ok.

Stand up, stretch, and... just head for a restroom and act like you belong no big-

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He'd opened the door carefully, but seeing the kitten playing, in the water, he sets his bundle down carefully, and pulls out a phone to just... record, for a bit. he's being quiet and not getting too close, instead zooming in to get a good minute ish of kitten playing in water. Cute! but with that, he needs to actually go ahead and set the water bowl to catch the water so the lil guy can drink too.

"sorry to interrupt lil guy." it's a shallow enough dish that Steve isn't worried about any impromptu swims gone wrong. With that set, he puts the litterbox (lined) near the toilet, not really sure, and you're just meant to go slow with new cats, right? so start with a small space to adjust to, before letting them explore so they've a place to be comfy, or something. like that, right? and.. the food dish can be near the door, it's fine.

one more trip, to bring in the litter and actually put a bit of food in the foodbowl, before... hmm. The kitten is soaking wet, but it wouldn't hurt to let it have access to the running water since he didn't want to crowd the guy. there were a couple of toys in hand, but that could wait. hmm... a way for the lil guy to get in and out of the tub... well, this may work. A towel is draped over the edge of the back of the tub, and just... he steps back and watches.

... ok the phone camera is out to be fair--

The petting reminded him of something, something a long time ago. Something before his current mother, but he couldn't remember it very well. But he remembered it was warm and it was safe. Naiad's eyes closed as he started to purr softly.

The feeling didn't last long though. He didn't know where he was, but he knew it wasn't home. The trickle of water didn't catch his attention yet. The human had left him alone. He didn't like this. Why did the human keep him here? He wanted to go home! There was an attempt or two to jump out, but Naiad only ever managed to grip the side. His back paws just kicked uselessly against the slick surface. Each try he didn't jump any higher, or find the right spot.

Naiad gave a huff, before the water eventually caught his attention. He walked over to it, unsure if it was actually water, but a sniff told him it was. He started to play in the trickle. By the time Steve got back, the little guy was still playing, and somehow got pretty wet.

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Recovery

@mitchftw

This better not be coming from a place of pity. He eyes Steve as he walks in, gaze at first the mostly typical half lidded stare, save for the brow of interest. The instance he sees Steve's hands, however, does his brows rise. Image "Those trash mobs really made you out a dog's dinner, mate." Steve and Mitch is hopefully just the worser examples of that fight though, right? The last hour(was it an hour?) feels more like a blur to him. Shy at some point got hurt, he thinks, and Mitch's gauntlet broke…Steve eventually came to his side and then… what was it again? He was sure Steve was trying to get him back to the team, thinking Mitch couldn't have done anything more but get hurt. Surely he proved everyone wrong on that, right? Nothing will ever slow down the Mitch Williams, after all! …Save for somehow fracturing his foot, it seems. Image "Yeah, I can handle that for you." He sits up, reaching over for one of the sodas. Take off the plastic and take the plastic plunger, and pop! He pauses, keeping it pressed in until it looks like the drink has settled, then places the plunger on the bedside table, followed by holding the drink out for Steve.

There's a slight chuckle at the comment, Steve slightly heartened by the fact Mitch was still making quips. "Hey, I'm pretty sure it was at least a twist miniboss that got me! And at least my mobility didn't get nerfed." Mitch speaks in jabs, and Steve can give them back at that foot in a sling.

And that's when the bracelet disguised gauntlet blinks in the 'missed notification reminder' way again. It's obvious to see, as it happens just as he reaches to carefully grasp his bottle with all 4 available fingers. the blink preludes a small grimace.

"...I've uh. not returned any of Phil's calls yet. to be fair, at first i didn't' exactly have the means of doing so, but now I'm just at a point of... what do we even say?" take a sip of the soda.

"Ya know, we are going to have to share the glory for this one though, even if you lead the charge. You're not going to be sole hero for this mission."

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Shit, Chicken Jockey- there's been a lot of minecraft glitches since that freaking movie came out.

Zap!

Sorry Mitch, Steve's got this one.

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"You sure? because i was thinking I'd just go ahead and and do some bird watching on a nearby bench, soak up some sun... infact, i think I'll head to do that now." and Steve is walking off. this is a contest he has some confidence in.

It's no longer a serious urgent matter. This can be more lighthearted and goofy.

"Yeah, sure. You're going to lose, though." The 'couch potato' label does make him a tad uncomfortable, but... it's fine. All in good fun.

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@convenientkeystorage

The wolfdog sits up and yawns, showing off every single pearly tooth in his mouth. Then he lies his head back down. “What for? Kinda busy studying, right now.” If it’s important then he’ll move, but otherwise… it’s much better to stay on the couch, his snoot buried in this book. “And, uh, I don’t know you.”

Right. Sure. not only does the wolf talk, it- he's studying. Again, Steve's done asking questions. "Right, sorry, name's Steve, I'm Mitch's coworker and... I'm following up on something for him since his mobility is more limited then mine. This'll be quick, promise, he's just a bit of a private guy so... ya know, less people around to potentially overhear, the better."

Steve prefers being an honest guy. So, he's being blunt about intentions, at least.

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Not A Bud

@mitchftw

Human teeth isn't supposed to be sharp or jagged. Ears naturally aren't pointed, and Mitch has definitely doesn't own a pair of spiraling horns like that. That isn't the gauntlet's character customization. There's a shout as the body violently lunges out with darkened claws at the Tech. Somebody very clearly wants to put up an argument!

Shit- the fuck was this? The lung catches Steve completely off guard, and those claws get a damn good grip. before things get complicated further, gritting teeth he's going to 100% only. he can control that, he's used to it, he's not going to risk hurting Mitch further.

"Hey- Snap out of it!!" He can only liken it to some possessor glitch that acted way too fast, but this wasn't a glitch it was something else... and like hell was he going to lose one of his team like this. while some of those claws found their mark int eh surprise, at least this, hopefully, gave opportunity for him to grip those wrists and hold them off. Mitch wasn't going to get out of reach, but he wasn't going to just take the beating either.

"Mitch Williams may be a shit teammate, but he never lets them lose."

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Here's backup! A handful of Hinobi Tech Vans pulling on the scene, and... it was as said,t he readings were wack, but none of them could see what they were scanning just yet. Steve in his window can be scene fiddling with his gauntlet- his visor too. They must just need to change the channel.

a message to @mitchftw

We're here, the readings are there; what channel for visual?

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Mitch's Backup

@mitchftw

Once Steve is on screen, his eyes refuse to meet his gaze. If he's observant, he might notice how damaged Mitch's plixel armor is, and just how scratched up he is. Are those scratches getting worse or...? "...I need you... to... come to my coordinates. I-I'm sending them over. You... might want to bring a few extra Techs while you're at it..." A very straightforward but not-so-polite way to say I Need Help. You know it's bad when he's asking for help.

Shit. Mitch looked in bad shape- he knew that ego was- now wasn't the time for that. "On it. Can you give any details? i'll keep you on the line as i send the coords out." he can focus on helping first and formost.

never had Mitch ever looked so damage... and never did he ask for help. Whatever was going on, was getting bad. Mitch can see Steve typing on the gauntlet's side- likely sending the coordinates out to folks as he waits for details. he's moving too.

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A totally not suspicious gift of a drink he just nabbed from the vending machine is being gifted to Steve. "Hey, mate! Stevie, pal! ...I need another 'favor'."

Steve knew the moment he saw the drink. At least Mitch didn't beat around the bush.

sigh.

"What is it?

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"...I just came back from stretching my legs why is Mitch glaring daggers at me-"

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"Steve. And no, It's not because of minecraft, despite what my job may make you think."

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@mitchftw

MitchFTW: steve

MitchFTW: steve

MitchFTW: steve

MitchFTW: hows the 🐈

MitchFTW: STEVE THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT PICK UP THE PHONE!!!

MitchFTW: STEVE!!!

MitchFTW: STEFBE!!!

MitchFTW: WE ARE DYING TO KNOW!!! STRHWO!!1

MitchFTW: STEVE I NEED TO STRESS HOW IMPORTANT THIS IS

The texts just keep coming...even if and when the private messaging says 'Steve is typing...'

Well, there is no reply for a good while. If anything, it seems he went on do not disturb... until a few hours later.

steve: Appointment set, food got, little guy is still hiding and such... but he should be fine steve: trying to sorta. give some space. steve: I'll update if something happens.

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Steve's been on edge since the summer, I think. I can't blame him - twice now he's saw things that look like me. Has he even been avoiding me more?

...I won't push it. Either time will be enough or we just won't hang as much. I always hated him always calling me a kid...but I hate the ways could be now more.

Yikes. that... "didn't know you were the type to give up like that." just put on a smile and bravado, and challenge it. "Not going to let a pinch of ptsd lose me are you? I'm not. It's just being a struggle."

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"The FNAF Anniversary is coming up? darn, I was hoping to celebrate with a simulation room binge... Guess I'mm just stream the movie."

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"...My favorite color isn't that big a deal, though i appreciate the care of the matter. Blue. deep, vibrant, bold blue. Next time you guys should just ask me though."