MAGIROBOTICS CLUB ROBO DANCE OFF AND... oh...

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magirobotics club robo dance off

what's up?

Dr. Ranui wants some good, clean fun. No mayhem, no sentient robots who need to be put down, no setting the entire shed on fire: tonight, Magirobotics Club gets to show off their little mechanical friends without fearing for the safety of everyone around them!

For most of the month, the club has been focusing on movement and getting their robots to obey commands both simple and complex, and preferably to a beat. There’s already music playing when the members filter into the Artificing Shed tonight, and Dr. Ranui greets them from the middle of a miniature disco dance floor, where he and his own boogiebot, Beatbot, are warming up. He shows off how Beatbot can play just about any song you can imagine while simultaneously busting some sick moves, but the four freshmen recruited to judge the contest give him straight 1s. He sputters and sparks a little at the low score, but otherwise keeps right on playing. What a good omen!

how this works!

⬥ Magirobotics Club students can check using the form under the DANCE-OFF header. A panel of four freshmen judges will score their bot's boogieing! We'll announce a winner later.

⬥ Students who are not magirobotics club members are welcome to come watch, but only Magirobotics Club members may enter the contest. Artificing students, in particular, were made aware that the contest would be happening.

⬥ Oh...and...I guess something happened... Maybe you should go check out that header to find out...

locations!

⬦ DANCE-OFF: It's time to break it down, bots! Magirobotics Club members, post your forms here!

⬦ THE ARTIFICING SHED: The shed's been cleared of its usual clutter. In the very center of the room a tiny wooden dance floor has been set up. A panel of freshmen judges sits to one side, and on the other, there's room for the audience to watch. Dr. Ranui stands with his wand at the ready, in case any fires need to be put out. Want to thread hyping your bots up before their debut? Or maybe you're part of the peanut gallery watching the display? You can thread about it here!

⬦ FATAL EXCEPTION ERROR: SOMETHING WENT WRONG...: Oh—oh no...

⬦ OOC - QUESTIONS, COMMENTS, CONCERNS!

Comments

FATAL EXCEPTION ERROR: Mags and Freya

[magsmillion]

Summoning up an unconvincing smile, Mags lifted one hand to give an answering thumbs up, using her other hand to support herself. Taking deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth, she got the queasiness under control. The rubbing on her back helped, and her smile turned to grateful.

Of course, now they were at an impasse, because she couldn't read lips either, and she didn't want to chance that the music had not stopped (the earmuffs weren't soundproof, just enough to keep it indistinct). She gestured that she was going to stand up, so Freya could move back, and she managed to get to her feet. Feeling around in her pockets, she pulled out her journal and her wand.

Thank you, she wrote in a warded entry to Freya.

FATAL EXCEPTION ERROR: Mags and Freya

[freyanorris]

Ooh, smart. Freya grinned and wrote back No problem!! with her customary amount of exclamation marks, and then added, You okay now? Those pirouttes looked impressive, but dizzying. Like Mags was a ballerina from a music box.

As she waited for Mags' reply, Freya couldn't help bouncing on her heels just the tiniest bit. Sure, she was concerned, but... she was also really keen to investigate The Mystery of the Cursed Music. (The Mystery of the Compelled Dancing? She'd brainstorm titles later.) And with the earmuffs meant for Yalldive now put to better use, it wasn't like Freya had anything else to do with her time.

(Okay, so there was that essay she had to finish... But this was clearly more important!)

FATAL EXCEPTION ERROR: Mags and Freya

[magsmillion]

I'm dizzy as shit. Mags didn't add that she also wanted to hurl, because one, that was thankfully receding, and two, she didn't want to go into that much detail. Gratefully, she added, You are the bomb. Did I hit you? If so, I am so sorry. Scrawled quickly and inelegantly but she really only whacked people when she wanted to.

Something was certainly going on. She could still sense the music like the hairs standing up on her arms. She wondered if they would find a bunch of crazily dancing students when they headed in either direction. Chances were good. But they only had one set of earmuffs, and one set of headphones. Not good odds. Freya looked ready to find out. Should we go try and help anyone else?