[color=#FFBF1C]"SHELLY GARBAGE DUNNST!"[/color] Shelly screamed as the teleporter whirred into life and dropped her hastily prepared pseudo-lantern just behind her. This was it. Her heart was racing, she was either about to enter a competition she really wasn't supposed to be in in a single functioning piece or scattered among the various worlds of city of the Echoes, whilst still alive! A quick sly grin and a wave to Felicity and she was gone. The brilliant flash of light of much brighter than she'd expected, it burnt even with her eyes tight shut. The light receded slightly and Shelly took this to mean it was safe to look. It was still bright, but her hood took the edge off. She was surrounded by, magitech golems? They were highly decorative if they were, like some of the precursor ones you read about in textbooks. They were very well behaved, Golems don't tend to care much about what was going on around them so long as they didn't obstruct their task, but these ones, they just watched and waited. And emoted?[color=#FFBF1C] "That one, right there."[/color] Shelly started talking aloud to herself, not yet understanding she was being listened too. [color=#FFBF1C]"You look like you're surprised to see me, are you? Could you be? Or was that just how you were made sweetie? Because you sir"[/color], she said turning to another droid nearby, [color=#FFBF1C]"you sir look a little grumpy. Do you have feelings too?"[/color]

"Who are you?" A distant voice yelled, "I don't recognize you on my list.  Neheh...someone must have forgotten to give me a memo..."

Shelly returned to the large hole in the wall through which the man was shouting. More magitech, but this was only one of those teleconferencing drones. It pretty disappointing seeing it here, a nasty reminder this was still real life and Shelly wasn't taking a mystery tour through foreign lands. Maybe it was a good thing.

  "Whatever.  It looks like you two have had the misfortune to be placed within a hundred meters of one another.  That means no exploring, no looting, just straight to the heart of the matter.  The Crucible's first-ever match is about to get underway! And to the victor go the spoils.  Ready, you two?  ...Go!"

[color=#FFBF1C]"No." [/color] Garbage enunciated, adjusting her accordion straps, [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BLPmsmelxaU]"I'd rather not."[/url]