Test Chamber 032: Repulsion Gel

[super_astute]

Wheatley did eventually make it back to Chelldon, though his form was a little less android like and a bit more spherical.  Tyler brought him in with a smile at Chelldon and the fantastic drawings he did around his room before he deposited the blue 'eyed' core in Chelldon's arms.

"Well?" Tyler asked, eyebrows arching.

"No, doesn't seem to...  I'm not, you can go now, get to work on fixing my bodies, just standing there like a lump won't do any good!"

The door opened and closed as Tyler exitted the Relaxation Chamber and Wheatley turned in his orbital socket towards Chelldon.  "Well then!  Who's excited to test today?"

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[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

Wheatley was a ball. A big heavy ball with a big blue eye, who could blame Chelldon for staring? But, of course, exposure to robots made him easy to adapt to this sort of thing. He smiled and looked down at Wheatley because despite his rather pathetic form, he had missed the moron. "Hi."

Carrying the ball out of the room, he headed down towards the test chambers, everything had been cleared up pretty well but still, Chief Hunt was patrolling up and down every day.

Chelldon went out of his way to seem nice and normal, he always nodded his head like Wheatley had told him too.

Once they arrived just outside the testing bay, he adjusted his hold on Wheatley so he didn't accidentally get in his way or something. How was he going to use his gun if he was carrying him?

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

"You're right," Handy said with a curious expression before groaning himself. Adventure core told him the man was dead... well, no, exact words were 'dead or as good as' but still. Pulling out his little device, he held it up to his mouth and sent a quick message. "Handy to cores, just a quick message, bring me your dead, not your ill. Handy to adventure core, he isn't dead!"

Making sure his audio messages were sent, he tossed the device down and sighed. Now what? He was only good with the dead, he always killed live people.

Chelldon watched them both with a curious look before turning his head to Wheatley and gesturing at the groaning twitching man on the table.

"Cake?" he suggested to help the man... well, he wasn't brain damaged but no one ever said he was meant to be especially smart nor especially useful outside the testing arena.

[stubbornsubject.livejournal.com]

Ah! Bingo! Shooting at the container holding it, he shot at the floor below and let it fly out of the portal and spurt out everywhere, painting the walls, floor and their shoes with white moon rocks. None reached his skin, he was pretty thankful for that... but he knew the risks here.

Odds were he was riddled with tumours and other diseases, plus he had a very low life expectancy so why worry over a little moon dust?

Closing the portal after enough splashed on the wall, he shot a portal there and on the now painted ground floor. A quick hop took them to what seemed to be a basement level surrounded by glass walls and what seemed to be an abandoned testing observation room.

No people? How odd.