Gidget carried two weighty boxes on his back, a little miserable from all the travel he'd done for the past hour or so. He was a persistent little machine, but he wouldn't lie if he said he wanted to shut down and die at several points during his trip cross country.

In one of the boxes, stacks of legal papers for Sogno to read and sign. The other: ...tangerines. Surely an interesting combination.

As he pulled up to the very regal looking house, he gently placed the both boxes on the doormat...or at least he tried to before he tripped and dropped both boxes, scattering bundles of papers and fruits.

" ...shoot. "

Remei didn't do well traveling. As wimpy as she was, even a single push-up exhausted her, and she always insisted on carriage rides to the observatory. But, duty called, and she needed to transport little boxes to... who was it? Gogo? Gibley? She was so fatigued by the time she made it to her destination that, between her huffing and puffing, she could hardly recall the name written on the package -- and what a heavy package it was. For Remei. Anyway.

She loudly -- and grossly -- cleared her throat before shambling up to the step, and then pounded a little too forcefully on the door of the abode where the robot and his companion had been staying. Seeing him... she thought she was tired to the point of hallucinations. No... He couldn't be made of metal... How preposterous...

Fixing her glasses, she said nothing on the matter -- and nothing at all, honestly, still trying to catch her breath, sweat beading her brow. "These are for you." she uttered, "I've, um... these..." She held up one of the video game cases. She didn't know a single thing about games, and nor did she bother trying to find out. "I thought they were books, but... no... they..." She trailed off, and then let out a massive sigh. "Sorry."

@ NP: info under spoiler if you want it?

RosemaryBarbie
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6s was never really one for sweets. Or food at all, for that matter: she didn’t really need it to be sustained. Though, the chocolate and caramel wafer candy wrapped in plastic was beginning to melt in his hand. He absolutely hated letting things go to waste, especially food. 

Though, 6s had heard about this candy before. A delicacy, as described by a friend of their’s. The red and white bold lettering spelled out “TWIX,” yet 6s didn’t really care to see what flavor it was beyond the flashy packaging. Said friend of the object’s mentioned how she was involved in a fight behind a Denny’s for this candy some time. Jeez. 

The short object, (or, at least compared to Henry), approached him, and waved her hand to get his attention. Once they locked eye contact, 6s cautiously placed the Twix bar in Henry’s hands. 

“I heard from a friend you enjoy these. We don’t talk too often, but I’ve seen you around, so it was easier to give this to you rather than her.” She awkwardly stands, before walking away in the other direction. “Now, you don’t have to fight for it, yeah?” 

Although Henry wouldn’t have seen it, a smirk cracked itself across her screen as she silently laughed at her joke. 

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np: 6s would enjoy journals, or art/scrapbooking supplies of any kind, really. though you can look at her bio for more ideas

cohost (ping!)

Stumbling upon a package wasn't something the bot had in mind today, yet each day was and could be full of surprises. Which is why the robot would sidetrack from their main destination and take a small adventure, surely their wife wouldn't mind the small stop! Besides, it seemed like it was for another robot so she was sure her wife wouldn't mind. 

She'd gently make her way to the stated address, her walk mimicking a prance in a way. While she wondered what was in the package she knew opening a box that wasn't theirs was just bad manners, and illegal if she recalled? Nonetheless, she'd look down at her package and take note of the smaller text written below the address and other important information. 

Something, something, scrapbook supplies! That sounded like fun and now the weight of the package made sense! Her screen would display a ' (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)' as she eventually made her way to the destination. She would see the recipient outside, so there wouldn't be any knocking this time she'd think as she'd prance over. 

"Hello there," She would start, her voice grainy yet having a gentle touch to it. "I know this is probably somewhat out of the blue, but do you happen to be missing a package?" She would ask, tilting her head as she'd slide the package into the other's arms, giving the package a slight pat. 

"It seemed to have been dropped, lost maybe?" She'd ponder aloud while giving Mephone6S a smile. "Quite silly if you ask me, I believe most delivery people would keep an eye on their packages, lucky yours didn't get lost!" She'd finish off, her screen displaying a '^o^' as a slight feeling of amusement would run through her circuits. Such a simple thing as a package getting dropped leading to the meeting of another robotic being, how peculiar!

Sadly, Bucket couldn't stick around though as she had other matters to attend to. "I hope you have fun with your stuff, whatever is in there sure seems enjoyable, I'm just sure it is!" She would say before giving a small wave before turning heel. "May we meet again sometime!" She'd shout slightly, as she'd walk off. Her antennas giving a slight twitch as she headed off to go attend her other duties, a joyous ⁠'(⁠⁰⁠▿⁠⁰⁠)' appearing on her screen face. 

What a neat adventure! 

np: Bucket would most likely order organisers, planners or baking supplies ! :0 , also would maybe order clothing ! ^o^ 

The lab dabbled in a lot of things, and one of those things was the multiverse.

The robot, really, tried not to think about it- he had enough on his mind. His worry was with the lab's actual goal, not their stupid shit on the side. But, when the portal shoots a package at your face and beckons you to come in, theres not a lot of reasons to say no. 

So there he was. In a world where he didn't... actually seem too out of place. He was still stupifyingly tall, and loomed over most, but... they weren't staring at him for being metal. 

Do I count as an AI? he thought absent-mindedly, squinting at a street sign. Sure, he used to be organic, but his life energy was going through wires now. What was the difference?

He didn't have to think about this at home, they didn't have comparable AI, just nonsentient algorithms. Was this just a fullbody transplant, or was he a new thing?

He decided that he didn't have time for the crisis when he actually arrived at Bucket's house. His knife-fingers twisted into a fist (he stared at them to make sure), and he rapped on the door.

"Uh, your package fell of the truck, I think?" He said- a small, white lie, that was only convincing because he knew it must've fallen off the truck when it got shot through a portal. He held out the box- kitchen supplies rattled. He wondered why Bucket's creator gave her the ability to eat, and then immediately after, a sickening envy rose in his throat- that he ignored.

He didn't know much, but he knew these AI's weren't his enemy- even if their bodies were more comfortable to live in. Maybe he'd find a way to visit, when he got done with the lab.

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np, its probably vi's stuff, actually. it'd be either sketching materials or witchy stuff. (this would obviously also be. postlab. so her house in rural northern mexico.) the robot's probably gonna be the one picking it up, though

Jaenelle found herself in the middle of the desert, which wasn't unusual for her. What was unusual was the small box she carried and the fact that she was alone and walking on foot. She grumbled to herself as her golden high-heel caught on the sand, and licks of fire burning around her, but she quieted them quickly to avoid setting the package on fire.

"Why in Ratchka am I doing this," she said. "I have people who do this sort of thing for me." She stopped for a moment, and let the package fall down in her grip. "This thing is so Derga-damned heavy I swear I am going to chuck it at their face the moment they open the door... I better get paid for this."

Jaenelle trudged up the path to a small, run-down shack and knocked angrily on the door. She waited for a few seconds before raising her hand to knock furiously once more. The door opened before her first knock sounded. Behind the door was a robot, its empty eyes staring right into Jaenelle's soul.

Jaenelle, used to interacting with AIs and basic VIs, just handed it the package. "Delivery," she said. The Robot said nothing and tore the package open to reveal an amethyst crystal the size of Jaenelle's forearm.

"IT WAS A F-----G ROCK?!" she yelled. The Robot momentarily turned its attention to her, then shut the door in her face. She gasped in outrage. "The nerve," she said in a breathy voice before turning to go back to her ship.

@NP Jaenelle would probably order girly stuff like clothes, makeup, skincare, etc. probably A LOT of it and it's probably expensive (because she can afford it, and has issues with how her people see her so she needs to flaunt a bit). If she were to receive a letter, it'd probably be from her father (bad bad man who hid his evilness) or a love letter from Graey (maybe while their relationship was secret???" I promise she's not a total snob, she's just got some issues :)

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          If Maribelle were a little more brave and a little less mindful... she would have stolen the package. For the mere temptation alone, it wasn't wise to have her deliver any of this, lest she face the wrath of an immortal. Was that a dramatic? Yeah. Especially since this was skincare we're talking about and not a war tank bent on destroying towns and countries and planets and galaxies and--

         Half bitter, she arrived to the abode with the boxes tucked under her arm. She did not know the admiral very well, other than the fact that she was no doubt of some use -- if only Maribelle was as quick and as cunning as certain others to utilize that. A few compliments could go a long way, her general once said to her, but she found she wasn't in the mood to give any, and even less so the longer she had to hold onto these items. The containers were new, exciting, crafted delicately from ingredients she did not recognize and ingredients she liked. She didn't think herself half-bad at herbalism to be able to make the lotions on her own, but buying things from shop catalogues was always easier.

         "Madame," Maribelle greeted Jaenelle in a low drawl.

         ..Was Jaenelle a madame? She was unsure what the proper title would be. Rumors floated around that she was in a relationship, but how far did they go, really? How true was it?

         "I'll help you unpack these, if you'd like." Maribelle then offered, if only so that she could behold the Forbidden Lotions one last time. They made her want to go to a spa. Or shopping. Or anything. Did she have any money? ..She side-eyed Jaenelle for a moment, bold and willing to play the American tipping system to her advantage. Never mind that neither of them were American. "Tips are always appreciated." she murmured, eyeing the glittering goldwork clasped to Jaenelle's arms, "I am certain you can afford it. I'm only saying."

         Who in their right mind sent this kid here.

@ NP: under spoiler