Nick the robot

Feeling maybe compassionate toward the clumsy robot, or just feeling like talking with the least human person here, you take a glass of green sweet and clearly alcholic punch, and go right to the obvious big and robust robot.

"Hey, Nick right? How's it going?" Your start was intentionally safe, since there's no way "that you'd trust blindly just anybody, none the less: "Bzzzd... Hello... Bzzzd... Fine... Bzzzd... How are you doing?.. Bzzzd."

You start to get annoyed with the way she speaks already. "I'm good, also I'm new here. I heard you and Kruya are both regulars, right? Anything to look out for?"

"Bzzzd... Yes...Bzzzd... Party... Bzzzd... It's so nice!... Bzzzd... Meeting everyone... Bzzzd."

The robot suit isn't as crappy as you'd think, there's a lot of detail and it looks almost exactly like real metal, with it's paint scheme and solid look - although, when she moves, it's obvious that it's only some kind of craft foam type material.

Her movement is grately affected by the chunky parts, like the wide legs and shouders. It's impossible to even tell, if the person using the suit is a girl or a boy - but thankfully Kruya already made that clear earlier.

"So, what's the idea behind that costume?" The robot tries to sit on a barstool, but obviously fails. "Bzzzd... Fucking stupid... Bzzzd... Is what it is... Bzzzd."

You hold your laugh, since she starts to seem very frustrated and genuinely embarrased for staying up all the time. "Yeah... Um, it's bad, huh. No moving around much, no sitting, no drinking or eating..." "Bzzzd... Hard to speak... Bzzzd... Don't forget that... Bzzzd."

You blush in compassion and look at the sad bulky robot leaning againts the wall. You didn't really want to bring up her voice, since it's a real issue, but now you feel like wanting to help the poor girl somehow.

"Hey, Nick. Why don't you get that suit off, I mean, it's not fun to party, if you're always limited by it, right?"

She turns her robot head and the red led lights in her eyes glow brightly in the dark dance room. "Bzzzd... Well maybe... Bzzzd... If I had... Bzzzd... Some help... Bzzzd." She points behind her and you quickly round behind her.

There's nothing clearly indicative of a clasp or anything, only random decorations and plates.

"What am I looking for?" "Bzzzd... Small lid... Bzzzd... Lower back... Bzzzd..." It takes a bit of time, but you finally find it - it's a pretty well camouflaged piece of actual steel, which opens by just pulling on it.

There's a keyhole behind it, what the hell? "Uh, do you have a key with you?" She doesn't answer, but just raises her arms up beckoning to not know. Damnit.

"Do you know where the key might be?" You close the lid and circle back around her - she's at least a head taller than you. "Bzzzd... Kruya, the scientist... Bzzzd... Has the key... Bzzzd." You feel like hugging her or at least smiling at her face, but neither of those two seem more important than to get that key. "I'll be right back, Nick. I'll go get the key."

"Bzzzd... Thank you, March... Bzzzd." You get the feeling, that she would really want to come too, but in her current state, she can hardly walk without falling.