Subject: Beta the intro for an upcoming mission
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Posted on: 2014-07-15 21:25:00 UTC

Relevant information before you begin: Monath is a Homestuck Troll. As such, she speaks oddly. Keep an eye on the following in her dialogue.

-All instances of the letter 'L' should be capitalized
-All instances of the letter 'T' should be replaced with the number '7'
-There should be a comma after the first word of every sentence of her speech.


I'm mainly looking to see if everything is clear and makes sense, but SPaG notes are always welcome, too.

-Phobos, who didn't want to make it too easy.
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Response Center #5.39 x 10–44 was not what one normally thought of when picturing an RC. It more closely resembled a clock shop. There were timepieces of all descriptions scattered around. There were watches in the washroom, sundials in the sink, cuckoo clocks on the console, and a water clock on the wardrobe. Amid the chaos, a Clockwork Maid bustled. She was completely made of silvery metal and wore a French maid's outfit. She moved quickly, but with an odd quality reminiscent of stop-motion animation. She was sorting the clocks that her partner had left in a state of total disarray.

"I swear, that woman will be the end of me," the maid said to herself. Her voice had a metallic, ticking quality. "I am going to get buried under a mountain of stop watches and cease to function. And then where will she be?"

At that point, the door opened and the Maid's partner entered the RC. She was a Homestuck-verse Troll and, as such, had grey skin, shoulder-length black hair, and a pair of orange horns. The horns were in the shape of arrows, and one was clearly shorter than the other. Her shirt had a yellow ᛃ on it. She dropped a bag of assorted clock parts on the bed and said, "Hey, Jiffy. Wha7's, shakin'?" She always paused after the first word of every sentence, which could be a little infuriating to those who weren't used to it.

"Do we really need more debris, Monath?" asked the maid. "We can barely move around as it is, and you cannot even get into your bed. You have been sleeping in the bathtub."

"As, soon as I can ge7 main7enance to ins7aLL a recuperacoon, I won'7 need to sLeep in 7he abLu7ion 7rap anymore. ALrigh7,?"

"It is no metal off of my posterior," said Jiffy. "You may sleep in the bath, in your bed, or in a bucket, for all I care, so long as you stop cluttering up our quarters."

"Hey, now. 7here's, no need 7o be vuLgar."

Jiffy was about to respond when the console, sick of hearing this fight for the 82,365th time, decided to take action. [BEEEEEEEECuckooEEEEECuckooEEEEEECuckooEEEEEP!]

Monath sighed. "I, guess we've go7 ano7her consuL7. Who, is i7 7his 7ime? DMS,? I7's, aLways 7he DMS." She opened a small case, containing the various Deparmental badges they'd collected.

Jiffy pushed one of the cuckoo clocks out of the way so she could read the screen. "It...it is not a consult, Monath."

"Oh,," said Monath. "We're, finaLLy being decommissioned, 7hen? We, knew i7 was coming."

The Maid turned to her partner. "We have a mission. A real mission! For us!" She was practically jumping with excitement, emitting a multitude of whirs and clicks from her clockwork.

"No, way! We, never ge7 missions. When's, 7he Last 7ime we had a mission? I7's, been years, right?"

"It doesn't matter, now. Someone is mucking about with time and they need us to fix it! Hurry up, we have to get a crash dummy!"

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