A random alley - Monday evening

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

In an alley in Fandom, there was a flash of light and the distinct crackle of something electrical. But as soon as it came, it was gone again. A few moments later, something stepped out onto the street. From a distance, it looked like a leprechaun, but closer inspection led to one seeing a short green dog standing on two feet with its tongue hanging out one side of its mouth. No one could see that it was, in fact, an insane little robot inside the doggy suit.

Inside the robot's head, the receiver beeped. "GIR!" Zim bellowed.

The robot's eyes turned red, but no one outside of the suit would have seen it. He saluted even though Zim wasn't around. "Yes master!"

"Locate a place of residence and wait for me. Do you understand, GIR? Wait. For. M..." There was a boom in the background and all GIR could hear was static.

"Awww," GIR said, his shoulders sagging. "I wanted to explode."

A moment later, the dog scanned the area (literally) and located a target.


[OOC: Just for Quark for now]

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[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

That target was completely oblivious to these goings on. In fact, Quark was just minding his own business.

But given that he makes a matter of everything being his business, that term can be taken in quite a broad sense.

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

With his little legs and a slight squeaking sound with each step, GIR scurried across the street. He started following Big Ears.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark has pretty effective hearing, and it's only a short matter of time until he stops and turns around to look at the green... thing that is following him.

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

GIR just stood there with his tongue sticking out. He didn't make a move.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark, pretty sure that the green thing is harmless, turns around and makes his way back to the Mauvaise Chance apartment building, and shuts the front doors behind himself.

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

GIR followed him all the way to the stairs and stood there as the door was closed. He stared at the closed door for a few moments, then looked down at the stairs. "Hi stairs!" GIR greeted. "Make me a sammich."

GIR waited a total of five minutes for the stairs to reply. When they didn't, he climbed up them to the front door and opened it. He entered and closed the door behind him. "I'm gonna roll around on the floor now, kay?" he said to no one in particular.

He started to do just that. Roll over here, roll over there, rolly rolly rolly. He hummed loudly while he did it and idly wondered where he could find some tacos.

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

Quark stares.

"Great. It talks." After a few moments of watching GIR roll around, he sighs. "Would you mind doing that elsewhere? Or perhaps just not at all?"

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

GIR stopped, held a hand up to silence Quark and kept rolling around on the ground while humming.

After a few more seconds, he stopped and stood up. His head twitched and inside his suit, his eyes turned red. He saluted. "GIR, reporting for duty, sir!"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Duty?" Quark tugged at his right lobe for a second. "What sort of duty are you thinking you have... GIR?"

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

GIR stared at him silently for a moment, as if trying to process this. "Locate a place of residence, gain employment to serve until master arrives." His eyes turned back to blue under the suit. "I can make waffles!"

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Waffles?" Quark rubs the back of his neck. "Can you do anything else?"

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

He spun around on one foot and then his eyes turned red again. He stood at attention. "General maintenance, high security facility management, coordination of personnel."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like a superintendant's qualifications, to me." Quark feigns looking impressed. "I'll give you a room and fifty hoo-mon dollars a week."

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

He turned back to normal again. "Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee-hoooooooooo!" GIR danced on the spot. "Can I get a TV? I wanna watch the Scary Monkey Show."

[landlord-quark.livejournal.com]

"TV, got it." Quark makes a mental note. "I think there's still one left up in room number nine." He then reaches behind the office counter and fetches a key and tosses it at GIR.

"There you go, little guy."

[doomydoomdoom.livejournal.com]

GIR caught the key with his little paws and looked extremely gleeful. "YAAAAAY!" He bounced off in no particular direction. He'd find the way to where he was meant to be eventually.

He always did.

OOC

[nadiathesaint]

[Gir is love! Squeeeeee! (/fangirl)]