mandalus :: the city of fates.

[Oh look who is mass texting again. And hey, there's a picture included too. Hmmm.]

TheSpine is a dummins pass itt on

[The soothing harmonies of two musically inclined automatons was drifting through the city's park, accompanied only with the practiced strumming of a guitar, something sweet and pleasant to be heard by any people strolling on by after the alarming events of the last few weeks. As difficult as it was after such attacks, things had shifted towards a return to normal again, which meant the robots were back to their day job, collecting tips while busking in the park.

Not the most profitable of careers, but it was all that the Victorian era automatons knew to do.

When the song came to it's end, the shorter of the pair, the copper 'bot with the lopsided, enthused grin, was taking center stage, playfully bumping his brother aside with a hip before turning his bi-colored, glowing optics to the small crowd that had gathered around them.]

S-s-say! Everyone's gathered 'round so nicely, so how 'bout a story? Well, we n-need a little context for said tale, so let's ask th' audience for a bit o' inspiration. Miss, w-wh-what-what's yer favorite flavor o' chocolate milkshake?

[A simple walk through the park for two friends. That was all it was supposed to be. But when the video feed flickered on across networks, Rabbit's crooked and cracked camera feed sizzles onto an unpleasant, disheartening view.

Rabbit's sputtering into the device's speaker - it's difficult to tell if the static is a result of the smashed phone or the robot himself at this point - oil and fresh blood splattered and streaked across his copper faceplates, green and blue eyes turned up to maximum brightness.]

P-P-ppp-p-please! She's h-BZZzzzzzzt!! Jo's hurt! I need'a d-d-doctor! Ss-sSSSoso-ZZZzzzkckckckcckt- Sssomebody's gotta heeEeeEelp!

[There would be one brightly shined copper-plated face beaming all too excitedly over the network at his audience, Rabbit's metal countenance only just beginning to rust over again, swirls of greenish-blue patina curving up over the sides of his vents.]

It's th' time o' th' year where lurve is in th' air! An' w-what special lady in yer life wouldn't be absolutely thrilled t' have a song written all in her honor?

That's r-r-r-right, folks! If yer blankin' on'a good gift idea for yer special someone, let th' S-Steam Man Band write ya up a sweet, lil' personalized love song, all 'bout yer one an' only. We'll g-give th' two o' ya a sweet-sounding performance on Valentine's Day along with a nice recordin' o' t-th' song so ya two can keep it for future nostalgia.

Pricing t' be d-discussed upon request an' in relation t' how easy a name it is t' rhyme with.

[Three days ain't nothing. He's got this.]