The System Is Obsolete Who: GLaDOS and Sal (Medusa?) When: Middle of July, afternoon Where: Niflheim's garage Rating: PG/PG-13 Warnings: Language Summary: Sal has taken a liking to mocking Medusa, and because of this, GLaDOS doesn't exactly know who he is. Information will be exchanged, things shall be righted. Hopefully.
Things were starting to get interesting around Niflheim again. Banru and the others were busy plotting Alex's demise - a demise Sal would have taken part in had he not felt his own business would have worked better one-on-one. It was curious to see Niflheimers turning against their own when they were currently on top in "the game". It defeated the purpose, and Sal - who usually made a habit of being deceitful and a turncoat - found it was actually a very stupid move.
But whatever. If Niflheim wanted to devour itself from the inside out, so be it. He held no true loyalties there. If Banru thought he needed to attack one of his own to prove a point, it flaunted a very great weakness in the immortal's control. The asexual kept note of it.
Waltzing down the hall, almost carefree, Sal slammed his fist loudly against Medusa's door just to give her a jump if she was in there. He spent his entire afternoon actually being lazy. Because really, with all the work the others were doing, someone needed to lallygag.
And that was how he happened across the garage. Peeking inside, rather curious if he could try to dismantle Jazz again, he was disappointed to find the giant robot wasn't there.
But...another one was.
Leaning a shoulder into the doorway, Sal crossed his arm and studied the marvelous piece of technology. "GLaDOS, right?"