[sibylline,]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | sibylline,
> ID | 459834

[MiseryInk]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | MiseryInk
> ID | 1030520

>>> ROBOT BUILDING !
> USERNAME | MiseryInk
> ID | 1030520
> ROBOT |

[reshihall]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | reshihall
> ID | 1029503

>>> DAILY PROMPT !
> USERNAME | reshihall
> ID | 1029503
> PROMPT |

Peachy looks at the robot, then looks to her friend who is smiling. The friend seems to know something Peachy does not.

"Why are you grinning like that?" Peachy asked, turning her head at her. She was smiling, so you know she wasn't taking the other chicoon's behavior too seriously.

"Ohh nothing. I just remember my first time doing something like this," The other chicoon remembered fondly. "Give it a shot." She almost points in the direction of the robot with her chin as she says this.

Peachy looks back at the contraption in front of her and sighs. She is a bit nervous for this first time project, she definitely underestimates her ability in the robotics class. Peach doesn't have a clue how she will be graded for this project. What if the problem is too hard to find? What if she can't fix it in the end? What if she takes too long fixing this? Is it due today?

She examines the robot up and down and all around as she notes what is seemingly odd to her. She examines her notes; her overall conclusion is that the robot seems fine besides some corrosion or rusting on the metal, which should not affect its functionality as it isn't in the robot's joints. She marks her findings with two question marks to express her confusion.

"Nothing.. is wrong with it?" Peach tilts her again, the other direction, as she is pretty confused on the state of the robot. There seemed to be nothing wrong physically. The joints weren't blocked and nothing was busted.

"Turn it on," the other chicoon commands politely as she turns the robot on using its corresponding remote. "There's always more to a robot than what the surface shows, you know that!" The robot skitters slowly across the table, as commanded by the chicoon who is holding the remote. The movement is stiff, but that can be concluded by the design of the robot; nothing can be done without changing out the legs altogether. Peachy looks at her friend to ask.

"Is the stiff movement the problem?"
"I wouldn't say so, it moves just fine."

The robot also does tricks and movements corresponding to the buttons on the remote. One was a spin, the other was paw, the next was a tailwag. Then, the chicoon clicked a button for sound. The robo-dog was supposed to let out bark, but it came out distorted and staticky. Peach noted now in her notebook the problem that she could now see.

"Ah. Okay. Maybe... it's a speaker problem," Peachy suggested. She gently took the remote from her friend and turned the robo-dog off.

"There. Now you're getting it," her friend chuckles a little, she loves seeing Peachy starting to grasp concepts.

Peachy begins to unscrew the robot, and caeefully removes the voicebox from inside of it. The robot may look a little aged, but the voicebox inside of it is nearly pristine. It must have been protected well inside of the robot for all of that time. Peachy examines the wires; they look just fine. It couldn't be an electrical issue. Next, she checks the batteries. The voicebox takes double A batteries, which she thinks is a little silly. The voicebox also meeds batteries... when the entire robot runs on batteries, too? It seems kind of clunky, but maybe it was done for a reason. She finds a pair of double A's to replace the batteries inside. She tests the voicebox again, and this method has seemed to work! She celebrates by highfiving her friend.

"That was it? I was expecting something harder." Peach chuckles at the end of her statement.
"Yeah, that was it. The challenges range in difficulty. But Peach, you really underestimate your problem solving skills. You're good at this! You just have to have the confidence," her friend nearly lectured. She was somewhat proud of Peach's ability to solve the problem with the robot so quickly.
".. Thank you. I don't know where I'd be if I didn't have you to help me in this class," Peach stated as she placed the voicebox back inside of the robot. She screwed the robo-dog up gently and slowly, and sat it up when it was back together. She grabbed the remote, turned the robot on again, and let the dog bark. It sounded pristine and perfect as ever.

It turns out the robot that she was given was a student-made robot, hence why there are battery packs in two places which was a little odd. Peachy thought it was silly, but the robot designer that made the dog wasn't as experienced. [774 words]

[starbreaker]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | starbreaker
> ID | 880033

[redtruck]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | redtruck
> ID | 701230

[Wyvern Queen Kym]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | Wyvern Queen Kym
> ID | 416790

>>> DAILY PROMPT !
> USERNAME | Wyvern Queen Kym
> ID | 416790
> PROMPT | (1300 words, Harbringer is only mildly getting better at this)

Today was the same as the past few days that Harbringer had come into class: Carrying a cup of fresh pumpkin spice latte and with a characteristic level of ‘leave me alone’ that just barely staved off any would-be talkative souls. He made his way to the back of the room, as he typically did, and settled into his seat with a soft sigh. It seemed like Mulch was actually here today-- that meant that he wasn’t going to dream of skipping. Not like he really wanted to upset Peat again anyway. He felt pretty bad about that one still.

So lost in his own little world was he that he didn’t even notice that Mulch was making his way to the back of the class already, actually. He was a bit late with coming in, so many of the students had already begun their work for the day. That all came to a pretty abrupt halt, however, when Mulch came and dropped a pile of what appeared to simply be scrap at first directly onto the poor Chicoon’s table.

Harbringer let out a loud honk, wings flapping wildly as he’d fumble to not drop his coffee. The silence in the room was now deafening, the poor thing petrified as he attempted to parse just what had just occurred. Mulch seemed a bit amused, but would go on to explain that he needed to figure out what was wrong with this robot and fix it. Wait…this hunk of junk was a robot?? Oh. He was so, so incredibly doomed here.

He could barely get his OWN work to function, how exactly was he expected to be able to get this up and running? Harbringer frowned lightly, his wings drooping downward as Mulch walked away. There were still a few eyes lingering on the Chicoon, but he elected to ignore them and get his bearings. At least he didn’t just flat out fall out of his seat this time. That was a fairly small upside…

Taking a sip of his coffee, Harbringer slowly pulled the robot closer to the front of his desk. Okay. He could do this. First things first: What exactly was this pile of bolts and wires supposed to be doing in the first place?? That wasn’t exactly the simplest question to answer, but he’d begin to turn the robot around and look it over in search of potential clues or hints as to what this thing’s primary function was meant to be. The hands on this thing seemed to be a fair bit bigger than what he had seen on other ones, so Harbringer figured that was a good enough starting point. That…and the big basket on its back. Yeah.

So this thing was supposed to collect something, maybe? That seemed like a reasonable starting point. He pulled out his notebook and jotted this down, struggling to get it opened up. The fact it wasn’t even powered on was probably a good secondary hint as to what he needed to do. Removing the basket was a bit more of a hassle than he initially anticipated, but it let him access the back plate of the robot-- which then meant he needed a screwdriver.

He’d grumble softly, shaking his head as he would go up to the front desk slowly to ask Mulch for a screwdriver. It was then that Mulch would provide him with a hint: The fact he would, in fact, not need a screwdriver for this. With a loud groan of frustration, he’d march back to his seat and take another long sip of his coffee. Okay. Sure. What else could it be, then?

After a good, long moment…he considered the fact that he hadn’t even attempted to turn on the robot yet to begin with. Why did he not START with that? He pressed a hand against his muzzle, taking in a deep breath. Okay. After fiddling and fumbling about for a while, he would find the power switch and flick it on. Sure enough-- it’d start up without any major issue. It was only once it was powered on that he’d notice the monitor on the front turn blue. Ah. This made a bit more sense. Wait. No. NO IT DIDN’T. DIDN’T MULCH SAY THIS DIDN’T REQUIRE HIM TO OPEN UP THE BACK???

Harbringer set his head down on his desk, frustrated. He was running out of coffee and was beginning to feel a bit stumped. A tap on his tap made him honk pretty loud though, and this would send him careening out of his chair and onto the ground. Peat was staring at him, a bit surprised by how easily startled the poor Chicoon had been. Apparently, he had noticed Harbringer struggling a bit and had come to give him a tiny hint. He had extended one of the arms of the robot for him? What exactly was that supposed to do--

Oh. He understood now. Harbringer smiled gently at Peat in appreciation, slowly collecting himself off of the ground and getting his seat back into position properly. The Chicoon would extend the other arm manually, locating a panel hidden away on the inner part of the arm. This panel didn’t require any tools to get opened up! Inside, the Chicoon would locate a panel full of buttons and colorful wiring.

This problem was one of wiring and technology-- neither of which Harbringer was particularly great at, given the pitfalls and failures of his own robot on the first day. This could serve as a pretty valuable learning experience, though, and he would begin to mess with the controls and wires one at a time to try and understand their functions and just what they were acttually hooked up to. Every once in a while, he would turn the robot back on in order to see if he had made any headway in getting the robot past the infamous blue screen of death. It was pretty miserable checking it this slowly, but it was the best way he could really come up with whilst taking careful notes.

Honestly, he didn’t even notice that most of the class was gone by the time he had finally made his breakthrough. Peat had actually brought him out of his own world with the gentle placement of a cup onto the Chicoon’s desk. Coffee?? No. Just returning the cup from the other day, it seemed.

“Class is over you know….”
[I think I can get this. Just let me know if you guys need to close up for the day.]
Harbringer was pretty determined, and so he continued on with working on the robot. Peat was happy to give him a few more hints and tips, seeing as he didn’t really want to leave without cracking the code (literally) on how to get this thing back up and running.

It would take a while more, but eventually the robot’s screen was actually booting up correctly. Harbringer was smiling in some manner of mild triumph as he’d close the panel back up and retract the arms manually before powering it back on. Surely that was everything, and he could be entirely satisifed. Yeah? It was only once the robot picked up the coffee cups on his desk and went to put them into the basket that he realized a critical error.

The fact he had still failed to acknowledge this robot’s purpose. It was to clean trash. And that so called trash it picked up a moment ago…was not quite as empty as he previously thought. As the robot short circuited from the coffee that spilled all over it, Harbringer let out an infuriated honk and slammed his hands down on the desk, standing up. He was going to be here all day now, wasn’t he….

>>> ROBOT BUILDING !
> USERNAME | Wyvern Queen Kym
> ID | 416790
> ROBOT | tmw ur robot is cursed bc u want to use the fabrics and stickers on ur silly little scoop machine that only needs the gears normally. . . .

[snappjawz]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | snappjawz
> ID | 1050512

>>> DAILY PROMPT !
> USERNAME | snappjawz
> ID | 1050512
> PROMPT | Im good at fixing things, this should be a breeze! Lets just take a look in here and.... hm. That's.. not normal. Why is the battery a bagel- and who picks a sourdough one at that?! This has gotta go! Now.. after brushing away the remnant crumbs, time to do an inspection. After a thorough look through, everything else seems to be in order.. except- now it wont turn on. Wait.. was the bagel actually working.. how the- whatever. With the bagel battery back in place, the robot is able to start up with major stalling- looks like the battery needs charging. I need some cream cheese over here, please!

[EatingTuna]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | EatingTuna
> ID | 1064483

>>> ROBOT BUILDING !
> USERNAME | EatingTuna
> ID | 1064483
> ROBOT | pterosaur :D

[Glisten_30]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | Glisten_30
> ID | #1084734

>>> DAILY PROMPT !
> USERNAME | Glisten_30
> ID | #1084734
> PROMPT | Kai looked at the broken robot and looked up at Mulch and looked back at the robot He was a story kind of guy.. not a robotic guy. Kai looked at the robot and poked it was he supposed to turn it on? He never really paid attention to what ever people said as he simply wasn't interested, he glanced up at mulch "Can I have a hint? Please?" Kai was lost and confused on how to fix this robot did he need to check the coding? What even was this thing purpose?

Mulch looked at Kai, "Have you tried running the robot yet?" Kai let out a soft audible "ooohhh" and pressed the on button. The robot jerked to life as it tried to move forward but was forced to a halt as its forklift parts were dragging on the ground. Kai looked at the coding and then back at the robot. "So do I just make the fork thing go up? or do I have to do something else." Kai fiddled around with the coding for a hot minute before turning the robot back on, it moved forward finally, but now what? It certainly was not that easy? Or was it?

"I'm done. I think?" *Kai looked around the room and noticed he was the last one to finish, yikes.

>>> ROBOT BUILDING !
> USERNAME | Glisten_30
> ID | #1084734
> ROBOT |
(Kai tried to make himself as a robot but failed )

[nio]

>>> DAILY ROLL !
> USERNAME | nio
> ID | 144488