#bitemedotmp3

Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" (ACCEPTING)

" Haha don't be silly--- "

Queen's not sure where these big hills of snow came from, nor who built the new ski resort, but if it gives her a chance to bond with the resident thrill-seeker, Uzi, then she'll gladly give it a shot.

Outfitted with a safety helmet, goggles, and a ski suit, she might look like she knows what she's doing, though she's never actually hit the slopes in anything that wasn't a computer game.

Once at the top of the slope, Queen starts gassing up Uzi, trying to get her as excited as she was for that custom course maker back in the summer.

* Okay Uzi * Are You Ready For... * [Drumroll.OGG] * Your Next Obstacle Course? * This Should Be Easy It'll Be Like Playing SkiFree IRL (Minus The Yeti)

Alphys fidgets with the sleeves of her coat for a moment, then does her best to break the ice.

"H-Hey! So you, uh... work here too, huh? How do you know M-M... Mister Tenna?"

She hopes that the teen was just joking about "doing violence here" earlier. She probably wouldn't have a job here otherwise, though it wouldn't be the first time Alphys worked with a "killer robot" on TV...

"Miss—" The name escapes his lips before he corrects it midway with a pause. "—Uzi."

"I believe that's what you preferred? It's been a while since we've last talked."

He taps a finger on the table as he speaks, the other hand holding a cell phone to his ear as he stares down a blue screen of death in front of him.

"It's a little embarrassing to say, but my work computer seems to have stopped working. Do you do on-site consultations, or should I take it to you?"

A voicemail popped up on Uzi's business number in a low, husky alto; he spoke calmly, levelly, like someone trained to hide all emotion behind a rigid mask of manners.

"Good morning, this is Sage Harpuia--title Sage, name Harpuia. I saw your flyer for Uzi Doorman Electronic Repair, and I would like to engage your services. The electronics I need repaired are…me. I am a synthetic life-form, and I seem to be malfunctioning. Please see me at the Archimedes Ward, Condo number 424, at your earliest convenience. Thank you."

Harpuia hung up the phone before he could change his mind, or say something unnecessary, something to embarrass himself. He didn't know what else to do.

Yes, he had heard rumors around his housing ward that everyone experienced this sort of thing upon first arriving to Spirale. That everyone lost abilities that were second nature to them, found themselves reduced to something...mortal.

But how could that be? Harpuia couldn't wrap his head around it. He was a Reploid. He wasn't an organic being. Whatever was holding back an organic being's 'superpowers' should have no effect on him, right? ...Right?

And yet, his speed was hobbled. His terraforming systems were down. His personal transerver capsule was gone, cutting off his access to his armor and weapons. He couldn't fly. He couldn't fly. Who was he--what was he, what good was he--without the sky to call his home?