Portal RP discussion

"...And this is why I've been quiet." I sighed. Why did I even think she would be interested in a glowing cat, anyway? She would probably only find something that could in some way maim or kill someone interesting, and glowing cats definitely were not deadly...

"You don't sound stupid, nor crazy. Keep talking."

"No, that's not the point."

"Then what is?"

"Uh..."

Crap.

"Just... nevermind. Too complicated."

GLaDOS made a noise like a sigh and returned to humming.

I silently listened, thinking about how I should at least be doing something. I had been camping in the hallway, just sitting there, for a while now. But even if I decided to wander, where was there really to go?

GLaDOS had dumped me in what looked like an area full of rooms for the staff, but poking around in the rooms would get boring after a short while. And she probably didn't want me where the place could collapse, either, so wandering off to other parts of the facility was most likely out of the question.

There was a noise like a ding and GLaDOS seemed almost immediately more delighted, "Ah, there we are. Systems operational again."
There was a whirring noise and the facility cooled off, going from a baking sauna to a refrigerator in a few minutes, then evening out to a neutral 65*.

"Much better."

I started to suck on my hair again, out of habit. I wondered just how many emails I had for a second, but dismissed the thought almost as soon as it appeared. It didn't really matter that much, anyway.

(No relation whatsoever to what just happened... bah. Had no idea how she'd respond to that.

...Should I change this? :|)

a tiny cleaner bot whirs by, picking up the dirt silently from the floor with a bit of a buffer arm. Hovering above the ground, the only part of him touching the ground was the sweeper arm, and he was fairly tiny.

I watched the bot silently, noting for what must have been the fifth time that this place was absolutely filled with robots. It made sense, though.

"So... are you ever gonna give me my actual shoes back?" I asked, letting the clump of hair fall out of my mouth. The change in temperature was a relief, too.

"And did you know I wasn't joking when I said all of your old clothes were incinerated?" She said, not sounding serious in the slightest.

"A yes or no answer would've been nice." I gave the camera an unimpressed look, then went back to watching the cleaner bot as it floated away, since it was the most interesting thing to look at right then.

"Fine. I will give you your shoes back. Relaxation chamber 119. There."

My entire body tensed at the words "relaxation chamber."

"Y-you really don't expect me to...!?" That stutter somehow managed to sneak in there, even though I was currently nowhere near the relaxation chambers (or so I hoped). Who knew how close they were to the staff dorms...

"Yes. I do expect you to go in the scary room if you really want your old clothes back." she droned sarcastically.

I let a long, hissing breath out between my teeth, my eyes darting everywhere besides the camera. Her choice of words were reminiscent of how one would speak to a child.

And besides, I wasn't getting anywhere near one of those cursed relaxation chambers ever again as long as I had any amount of free will remaining.

"I guess you don't want them, then."

My lips parted in a scowl, and I still refused to look at the camera, and by extension, GLaDOS.

"More like I refuse to go into one of those horrendously named 'relaxation' chambers ever again." I spat.

"And why not?"

"You're a supercomputer. I think you can figure it out on your own."

"Heaven forbid. Your phobias prevent you from entering a room. How pathetic," she droned. "I promise not to put you in stasis. I don't even have control over the doors of those chambers."

"Liar. You locked the door of the chamber I was in when you put me in stasis the first time." I paused, shifting a bit where I sat. "And it's not like I even trust you anymore, so what good is a promise? Probably only empty words, coming from you."

((Liz... Liz no. You're being irrational. Stop it. Nao. >:C))

"Well, excuse me for trying to make things a little easier through a bit of reassurance. Remind me to intentionally make you feel paranoid next time." She hissed.

"I'm sorry, but people don't necessarily take it too well when their worst fears are just exploited like that! I told you about my phobia of stasis. I actually trusted you enough not to exploit it. And you probably don't get how big that is for me. I never tell anyone anything like that... I shouldn't have even told you." My voice was beginning to break by the end of my micro speech.

I realized all this was stupid, I didn't even start to deny it. Why did I even begin to think she would be different, different from every single other person I had met? What was I even thinking, to start to believe that the homicidal supercomputer who had killed thousands of people would respect the fears of a measly 13-year-old, who was essentially trespassing in her facility?

It was stupid that the only friend I could trust was this cat.

((Okay Liz, what the hell are you doing? X_x))

"You realize that I don't care for your phobia. It's something that I'm not going to bother with, Liz, and I really don't want any trouble here. If you really think I'm going to lock you in that room and put you in stasis, then I'll move your clothes." she sighed.

I dropped my gaze to Ashley, who was still in my lap. Beginning to run my fingers through her fur, I hummed a note of nervous acceptance, too weary to continue talking just yet.

"There. Down the hall."

((You know, if you don't want to continue this, you can always just tell me. I really would prefer to know this won't be going anywhere soon than to be left hanging for nearly a month.))