Y'know For Someone So Smart... Who: Bette and Talia Where: Over the phone, then the Matthews' residence When: Saturday, May 15th (Shush)
Talia had had what she considered to be the laziest Saturday ever, home alone in a pair of sweat pants and a faded Wonder Woman t-shirt, her long blonde hair tied back in a loose ponytail as she sat at the computer in her study. Multiple monitors were set up in front of her, each displaying a different thing. Mostly news broadcasts. Apparently there was a brawl in an Irish pub… people died. The third time in as many weeks. It wasn’t hard for her mind to connect the events; it was only the cause of it that still eluded her. She leaned back in her seat and took a bite of an apple thoughtfully. Maybe she should leave the house, hm? With a smirk, she picked up the phone and dialled Bette's number by heart.
As per usual, Bette didn't even bother looking at the caller ID. Instead, the robot girl just croaked out her greeting: "Matthews residence. Family Feud's on, so this better be good."
"Family Feud? Seriously? Usually I approve of your choices, but that one just sucks, B," Talia said with a smirk as she began twirling in her seat slowly.
"Yeah yeah, blow it out yer ass, Portman." Ahh, young love, eh? "Something goin' on, or did you just call to mock my game show preferences?"
"Actually, I just called to bug you. You terrible choice of entertainment just led to said mocking," Talia said, before taking another bite of that apple. "And okay, maybe I missed you. Just a little bit."
"Just a little, hm? Eh. I mighta missed you too. Just a little." She snickered then, rolling her eyes. "I was tempted to talk all robotic and say 'does not compute! Name and voice not recognized!' But even I aint that mean..."
"Yes you are!" Talia replied with a cute little giggle as she stopped the whole spinning-on-the-chair thing to look at the monitors again. "Annnyway, I called to see if you wanted to do something today. I should probably leave the house..."
"Well, us robots are fairly easy to please..." She laughed sarcastically, turning the tv off. "So, anything you wanna do is cool with me. Hey, maybe we could mess with my software... Cassie said the guy she cribbed my blueprints from found a way to play video games on the girl he built..."
"I'm not going to play video games on you," Talia said, shaking her head before flipping off the monitors... without touching them. Sometimes having powers was awesome. "But the software thing... I wouldn't mind taking a look at. I only got a glimpse last time." Yeah, if they’d been in the same room, Bette would likely have seen the little mischievous smirk that came across Talia’s face then.
"T? You knoooow that when you do that... that thing you do, it's like better for me than sex is for humans. So don't tease." Bette hated admitting how powerless she was to that, but hey.
"Was I teasing?" Talia replied with an innocent lilt to her voice as she made her way to her bedroom to change.
"Ok, that's it. Get yer stuff and get over here. My circuits are tingling." She laughed, then added a quick "love you" before hanging up.
D'aw. Talia blushed at the last part. She quickly changed into a pair of green cargos and a white camisole, before brushing out her long blonde hair (which remarkably didn't have any colour in it) and collecting her backpack. She was at the Matthews' residence in little over twenty minutes. "Heeell-ooo?" She called out, before knocking.
Bette opened the door, stuffing her hands into her back jeans pockets as she gave a sweetly nervous smile. "Hey. You...you look really nice, T." Well, well. Bette? The Robot-Girl-Who-Lived? Being all cute and girly? Wow. "Kinda missed you. Dork."
"Thanks, Cylon," Talia replied with a blush. She stuffed her hands into her pockets with a shrug. She didn't think it was the best description of Bette, but when under pressure, go with what's available, right? She stepped forward and murmured, "Kinda feels like I spend more time here than at home lately."
"Home is where the heart is, right? So then wherever I am must be home. So shuddup." She laughed, lightly hugging the smaller girl. "So what's on your mind? You got that twinkle in your eyes, like something big's going on in that noggin."
Talia wrapped her arms around Bette, keeping that contact for longer than was strictly necessary. "It's nothing," she murmured, "I'm probably seeing something that isn't there." Not likely. She was more... thinking there wasn't much she could do about it.
"Right. I totally believe that. You know, on account of being programmed to be an IDIOT." She snorted sarcastically. "Spill it or I pester you until you do it anyway."
"Yeah, you're a bit of a bitch like that, huh?" Talia giggled, before rolling her eyes. "It's just... I'm seeing patterns in news reports. Bar fights, mini-riots. It's kinda got me thinking that the same things responsible. And by "kinda" I mean "absolutely", but I don't really know what to do about it. It's not like... I know super-people. Dating an A.I., sure, but," she let out a cutely frustrated growl, "I wish I could do more, sometimes."
"Super-people" Bette said with a little pause, thinking. "I... might be able to help you on that front." She gave a small grin there, wondering if Talia really understood what she could do or who she had access to.
"Well, okay, not the best phrasing…" Talia replied, getting a little defensive, which she totally dropped when she heard what else Bette had to say: "Oh?"
"Have you ever really... talked to Cassie? Her boyfriend is a Watcher. He trains a vampire slayer. That could be key to getting some people that could help figure this out."
"Jesus." Talia literally face-palmed then. "I've talked to Cassie, but it was mostly about you," she admitted with a blush. "But if her boyfriend's a Watcher, then he should know..." Look how easily she accepted all of that. Stunning, eh? "I might have come across the phrase once or twice in my studies..." She explained. And by "studies" she meant late night nothing-else-to-do-but-look-up-new-things sessions. Which happened a lot.
"Look who you're talking to, cutie. The living computer. Anyway, we should talk to them about your concerns. Also? You ARE aware I could probably throw a car if I felt so inclined, hm?" She asked with an arched brow.
"That's not that first thought that usually comes to mind when I think of you," Talia admitted with that mischievous little grin of hers.
"...cheeky little thing, aren't you?" She smirked, shaking her head. "You know, most girls who have mechanical things to make out with would be TOTALLY envious of you."
"How do you figure that?" Talia murmured, trying her best to play it innocent here… of course, it was kind of ruined since she couldn't take that grin off her face.
"Well, most of them, most THEIR stuff does is buzz. You got damn close to a real person here, T!" The girl said with a throaty laugh.
Oh did Talia blush furiously then, and it took her a few seconds before she thought of something to say: "I guess I just got lucky."
"Girl? You got NO idea. I'm like... cutting edge here." Was that sarcasm in her voice? Bette? Never.
Talia smirked. "So…. What're we going to do with the rest of our day, hm?" Oh, how someone so sweet and innocent looking could have such a devious little mind was a mystery.
"Guess that's up to you, since I'm just your super-advanced toy and all..." Bette replied with a snarky grin. For a robot? She sure was a cynical little bitch.
"A few ideas come to mind…" Talia murmured, before giving Bette a quick kiss. "C'mon. Let me show you why Boba Fett is the shit." Nerd girl? I think I love you.