>ESTABLISHING COMMUNICATION WITH INTERNET
>ENTRYPOINT FOUND. CONNECTING…
>SENDING TEST PINGS… 4/4
>SECURE CONNECTION FOUND.
>SETTING UP COMMUNICATIONS VECTOR. COMPLETE.
>DETECTING USER… OCTAVE FOUND.
>AUTO-TRANSCRIPTION SERVICE ENGAGED.
>HAVE A NICE DAY.

OCTAVE: Hello? Hello! We’re the InfiniCrew! We’re a group of friends that live in a mansion in space. It’s quite lonely up here, so we thought we should connect to Earth and talk with you guys! I’m currently on a time crunch, so I won’t be able to introduce everyone, but I’ll give you a quick rundown. There’s me, Octave, I’m the gamer and introvert of the bunch.
There’s Bitwise, the protogen robot who loves her friends so very much.
There’s Inkpot, the artist cat who almost never leaves her studio.
There’s
There’s Latence, our main assistant who’s constantly cheery, and that’s everyone! We’re gonna use this terminal to catalogue anything interesting that happens and answer any questions anyone from Earth might have. Just send us an ask and it’ll land in our mailroom! Don’t worry about how it’ll get there!

Every post here will be tagged with whoever is relevant or speaks in them! And, actually, apparently we were supposed to get a new member a while ago, but they haven’t shown up. Anyway, I think that’s everything!

BITWISE: mmm fork

OCTAVE: Space is cool and all, but I’m getting bored of it. Where should we go?

INKPOT: Can anyone tell me a more effective way to get paint out of one’s fur? I’m getting tired having to take a shower after every painting.

>AUTO-TRANSCRIPT SAVED RECORD

>DATE: 20XX-03-25, 09:32 UTC

>LOCATION: MECHANICAL, GROUND FLOOR

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Octave trips on some wires.

OCTAVE: owugh…

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>AUTO-TRANSCRIPT SAVED RECORD

>DATE: 20XX-09-14, 18:12 UTC

>LOCATION: LIBRARY

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Inkpot is seen browsing the InfiniManor’s bookshelves. She looks over a few bookshelves, then lets out an exasperated sigh. Octave, who is reading on a nearby chair, looks up.

OCTAVE: What’s wrong?

INKPOT: There’s nothing new on these shelves! I swear I’ve read every book here twice over!

OCTAVE: That seems like a you problem. And besides, couldn’t you just buy some more?

INKPOT: I tried, but they got lost along the way or something and now I can’t find them!

OCTAVE: You could always write your own.

INKPOT: But I want to peer into other people’s heads! Where did that package go, anyway? I swear, if that little idiot deprived me of my independent reading time…

Bitwise walks through the main library entrance. She is walking with a wobble, as if she is disoriented.

BITWISE: Hey, ddid you gguys know that ppaper doesn’t ggo wwell with rrobot sstomachss?

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LATENCE: Oh, is this the network thing Octave was working on? Ooh! Oooh, it’s writing down my words! Oooh this is so cool! I wanna talk to people! Can I talk to people? Hi! Ohh, I gotta tell the others about this!

OCTAVE: Whew! That’s the terminal set up. I’ll just leave this running here. I wonder how the other will react. I told them I was gonna do this, right? Yeah.

…hm?

Oh, it’s still writing down my words. I’ll just, uhh… how do I end a transcription? I’m supposed to be the tech person, I should know this!

Oh, here we are!