The TROD was frequently sent on shopping trips, but usually it was for more mundane items. A tube of toothpaste, replacement lightbulbs, pet food, the sort of thing that didn't take a lot of consideration before purchasing. Nerius usually only went himself when the wares needed were a bit more.. unique. Normally this shop would fall under that category, but the TROD had been given a list, and been ordered to purchase only what was on it. A person might have found it odd, but the TROD had no such concerns as it entered the shop.
The building appeared ramshackle to its perception, but the shop matched the parameters it was given. "Hello," it stated, the TROD may have been a robot, but it was still programmed to be polite. It was not programmed to make small talk however, and got right to the point. "I am looking to make a purchase." The voice was highly mechanized, it was an older model, and impossible to tell if it was masculine or feminine.
The shopkeeper widened her mouth and showed all of her teeth, her eyes squinted in a smile. "Yessss what can I get you?" She said, pleased. She sure hoped that the robot knew what they wanted to buy, because she wasn't sure how to explain things to a robot. Perhaps it would be the same way one explained things to anyone else? She blinked, nice and slow.
(I edited the shopping list a bit, I think that's allowed? If not I can edit it back.. or something.)
The shopkeeper was quick to respond, and while TRODs were incapable of feeling impatient, it appreciated efficiency in its own kind of way. The shopkeeper also didn't appear to have an issue with robots, some did, which could slow things down, and the TROD was never short on tasks to perform.
At the shopkeeper's reply, the TROD produced a piece of paper with two lists written on it, and offered it out. "These are the items I have been tasked with obtaining." It really wasn't the best at conversations, to the point it might have been considered blunt if it were an organic being. "Is it possible for the sets to be packaged separately?" It paused for a moment, before its programming informed it that organics found context important. "They are being sent to different recipients." That was unusual for the TROD, its records indicated approximately 98.62% of it's shopping was done for Nerius alone.
(That is allowed, as long as we haven't finished yet/got to pricing.)
The TroD sure was interesting, it wasn't every day that she saw these. She simply took the lists as they were offered, and then looked down them. "Yessssss, they can be packaged sssssseparately, but you will need to take both of them home and deliver them yourssssseelf." She answered, truthfully. Then she went to go pick up the items themself, knowing where everything was by heart of course and pretty sure that they didn't want to try to explain where everything was to a robot when she had been given lists. "Your total issss... 477 creditssss." She said, finally, putting both piles separately on the counter. She would bag them up separately after the exchange.
"That is appreciated," the TROD replied in its monotone voice, "I was instructed to perform the deliveries." It already had the addresses to deliver, but not having to sort through the many small items would save it quite a bit of work. It wasn't as simple as a saddle to one place, and a training dummy to another, counting out how many hooks of each type to be sent to each person would be a bit more work.
It waited, completely still, until the shopkeeper returned with the requested items, and stated the price. At that, the TROD produced the required credits, setting them on the counter in a neat stack. "This should cover the cost." Bartering was not something the robot's programming covered, having been originally designed for training pets. But fortunately, it didn't need to, having brought more than enough credits to cover the cost. it still had to wait for the transaction to complete, of course, but it was already calculating the most efficient route to make its deliveries.
The Trod handed over the money, and the shopkeeper quickly looked over it to make sure it was correct. After making sure that it was correct, the shopkeeper flashed another of those million-credit crocodile grins before saying "Thanksssss...." And working on getting the two separate piles bagged up. After that, the shopkeeper handed over both bags, and then nodded slowly. "There you go." She said. A good sale, lots of items today.
Jack: Oh no worries, I know you've been busy <3
Jul 31, 2021 19:00:57 GMT -6
Renathan: No problem, and sorry for the wait on the pups!
Jul 31, 2021 18:58:45 GMT -6
Jack: Eclipse is freaking gorgeous! Thanks much Ren!
Jul 31, 2021 18:52:47 GMT -6
Renathan: Thanks Silver, they are adorable. :3
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Silver: Those are called 'peacock spiders'.
Jul 22, 2021 17:52:57 GMT -6
Renathan: And do the Dance.
Jul 22, 2021 14:39:57 GMT -6
Renathan: Reminds me of those spiders that wave limbs around with little fan-like parts on them that are multi-colored/patterned.
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