Warioware! The Filthy, Golden Voyage!

"Alright everyone~! Lets get ready to go!"

Orbulon stands on top of the large, newly made space craft, happily jumping around as he had finally unlocked the doors to the large aircraft holder so the crew members could enter. It was a very early, dark morning, as there were no signs of the sun coming up anywhere. The Captain Orbulon, probably more excited than anyone else at this hour, was hyped to have finally been able to fund his new invention. The Oinker V.2. stood, slightly hovering above, awaited for it's first flight. This would be a good morning for the alien alright... I couldn't say the rest for anyone else waking up around 4:00 in the morning...

(Red will just be sleeping on Ashley's back. I'll make a CS for him tomorrow.)

"Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt, b-" Mike gets smacked across the head by Dr. Crygor, stopping his alarm clock that the good doctor had just installed the night before. He would've never got up on time without it. Mike rubs his head, although feeling no pain, he was irritated about getting smacked. "Yeow, watch it, doc!" He grumbles in his robotic voice. Crygor rolls his eyes, scratching the revealed section of his bald head. The ship was simply amazing! Although he figured it'd of looked better if it was in the shape of his head. "Apologies, i seem to have forgot to program a way for you to turn off your alarm clock programming without assistance." He says in an innocent tone, getting a glare from the robot. That was about as true as Wario giving to charity. ".. Riiight~" Mike sings, looking up at Orbulon, who was looking excited. "Ka-Ra-O-Ke~!" Mike sings happily, boarding the ship.

Dr. Crygor shrugs. "A true masterpiece of a spacecraft, Orbulon!" He says cheerfully, skipping inside to get a better look. He'd have to take a closer look after they returned! He began humming, walking around the craft until he saw Mike sniffling, almost crying his robotic cry. "What's the matter, dear boy?" Crygor asks, walking up to him. Mike looks up at his creator, a sad expression on his face. "I want to karaoke with new people!" He said, crying, thank goodness Crygor fixed his eye oil leaks. "We could always karaoke together~!" Crygor says, causing Mike to instantly shut up. "... I'm okay!" He says, yet you could tell he wanted to karaoke badly.
Crygor walks off, grinning. "Works every time."

Ashley didn't say anything, because she didn't feel like it. It wasn't like there was a need for her to say anything. Basically, this trip into space and all of that, it wasn't that interesting to her at first, but once the mention of exploring different planets, it gave her some idea to go. This could be some time to better her skills in magic, if there was such a thing in space and in the other planets, but that answer will have to wait until they actually reach a planet. Silently, she looked over to her shoulder to see Red soundly asleep, resting onto her piggyback style. To be honest, Ashley wasn't so bothered with waking up so early, she didn't like sleeping much anyways as she devoted most of her time for practicing spells and hexes. All the others would see from her was her usual and consistent blank facial expression, as if any idiot would think that this space contraption was going to impress her. Silently, Ashley walks into the spacecraft's interior, holding Red on her back while making a way in. Hopefully this wasn't going to be a long ride...

The interior of the ship was gigantic! The only way one could truly describe it is if they had ever been a fan of those old sci-fi movies. There was a captain's chair in the middle of the room, and some unfitting couches behind it, resting against the walls of the cabin. The door was exactly behind the Captain's chair, which lead to the exit, as well to a small room with four beds in the back. In front of the captains ship though, where laid the real beauty. A large window that seemed to surround the front side of the room, would look out into space once they took off. It was a small little ship, but it was nice, and it would get the job done.

Orbulon swings himself into the main room stretching as he approaches Mike. "Huh? That's odd..." The alien looks behind him to Crygor. "Your out-dated robot seems more... uh... depressed than usual, did you do something to his hardware?"

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"...a-are we there yet... *yawn*... Ashley?..."

A small voice speaks up behind Ashley with a soft, tired voice, as Red squinted a bit to stay awake. "I know you'd hate it... if we.... if we didn't make it on time..."

Crygor gasps, pointing at himself. "Me?! Of course not!" He says, looking around and putting his hands behind his back innocently. Mike sudden has an angry expression, starring at nothing. "Bzzt!" What Mike says is probably not understandable to anyone except other robots. "Wish the doc' was better at karaoke..." He grumbled to Orbulon before he notices Ashley, his eyes practically lit up, surely she was a better singer than the doctor! He zips over to her, a big smile on his robotic face. "Ms. Ashley!" He cheers, saluting dumbly. "Care to karaoke? I need a partner~!" He sang, lowering down his head to offer one of the microphones that were removable.

Dr. Crygor looks around... This place was simply amazing! Shiny! TECHNOLOGY AT IT'S FINEST... Or close, giving only the doctor could make the finest of technology. He swore he saw a ship like this in a movie he rented once, the doctor loved a good drama, although he might not admit it. He giggled with glee, making note of every detail, and who knows, maybe he could even upgrade it! "Let's see~" He says, skipping over to the bed he would officially deem his. "I deem this bed in the name of Dr. Crygor! Beware, because if you try and steal it it will fire DEADLY lasers at you!" he threatens, being away from everyone else, they couldn't tell if he hadn't installed lasers yet or not...

"We're inside Red, we're okay," Ashley said to Red, sounding blank as ever. However, when talking to her friend, her blankness could has some hidden meaning under it, it just was hard to spot it. Then she took her attention to the ever-surprising interior of the Oinker. Was she surprised? No...not at all. She didn't have time for these things pertained to technology in any way, she was more interested in spells and magic in the other hand. Otherwise, she just walked in with nothing to say at all.

Then she was called up by the singing robot, Mike, as if there wasn't any other here that gave annoyance to her besides Orbulon. The robot's request to have her as a singing partner was like a pointless contradiction, Ashley wasn't the SINGING type. Period. If anybody would want to see that anyways, which was in fact impossible, try going to an alternate reality where Ashley is the opposite, but nobody wants to do that, right? Anyways, she just emotionless looks at the robot, and to the removable microphones. There was no walking away, or even talking, she just stood there, her impression never changed. When was there a time where her impression changed?

Orbulon scratches the side of his head, before snapping his fingers up into the air. "I think that's everyone!" The alien says happily, jumping into the captain's seat. "I'll start up launch protocols right now~!" He pulls out a list of all the people on the flight, and reads them to make sure he didn't forget anyone. When he got near the bottom of the list, he breaks into a sweat. "S-She's on this flight?!" Orbulon's happy exterior quickly changed to that of fright. It was HER, t-that little girl he had the unfortunate pleasure of meeting. If only he had watched where he was going, than MAYBE he wouldn't have met her... that was a horrific night afterwards, as he was chased ALL night by some little red guy! Orbulon could have only guessed it was for trouble... s-s-she must still be angry at him! That look... that god awful, horrifying glare after the impact...

At this point, exactly five seconds after reading the charts, Orbulon could be seen balled up on the floor, shaking in fear. To anyone who would see this, it would be a strange sight. This would be a terrible flight for the poor alien...

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"Ashley isn't a fan of singing." Red says, jumping in front of Ashley and looking up at Mike. "She ONLY sings when things go HER way!" The demon places a hand to his chin and looks up in thought. They must of caught Ashley on a good day... that, or how does her very theme exist?...

Mike happily stares at Ashley, but it slowly degrades to a neutral expression as he was met with silence, then an awkward eyebrow raise, then hearing Red speak. "N-Not a fan of singing..." He mumbles, his head tilting completely sideways. How couldn't you like singing? Was that even possible? The doctor liked it even though he was terrible! He grasps his head with both hands, straitening it. He had a big frown on his face, giving a respectful nod. "Well," He sighs. "If you ever have the urge..." He smirks, striking a pose. "Just find Mike~!" He cheered, hearing Orbulon and turning around, walking over to the alien. He was curled up into a ball, and it looked sort of... Silly. "HEEEEEEYOOOOO~!" The robot sang loudly, trying to get Orbulon's attention.

Dr. Crygor put his hands over his ears as he heard Mike's loud singing, he grits his teeth. "Mike! Silence! Genius is at work!" He yells, shaking a fist. Why did he make a karaoke robot to clean his lab? Why? Why didn't he just make a maid robot? Or actually hire a maid? Right... The last one. "... Ugh..." He grunts, shivering ever-so-slightly as he laid down on his bed, a hand on his chin. He needed to think of what exactly they were going to do to advertise Warioware, he couldn't imagine going home after screwing this up. No. He'd have to escape. fly off to an unknown planet somewhere far out in the Galaxy, where even Wario couldn't find him. "... I'd never escape." He groans, facepalming. This was going to be a long trip, and he had to deal with mostly children! Well, Mike could be considered a child, he was only constructed 9 years ago! And Red... Who knows how old he or Orbulon are. He began humming to himself, passing the time until they took off...

Ashley, again, was silent. It would had been an annoyance to actually talk to Mike, and she felt grateful that Red could speak out what she could be thinking right now. That was just her feelings in the INSIDE, because she had no effort to show emotions on the outside anyways. Being unappealed by this entire interior of the ship, she might as well see who she recognized in here. Well, she's already talked to that karaoke robot, and in the background she could see that the old scientist here. Like she would have an interest to talk to him, because they were metaphorically opposites. Science and Magic. Like there was a chance that those two would coexist like there was no contradictions. Then. THEN. She noticed a familiar face, a face that immediately brought up a memory from only a few weeks back. The very same IDIOT that ran into her right outside her mansion. He was curled up on the floor, probably fearing that this time, this time she would get her payback onto him. However, that was from a few weeks ago, and it would be a waste of her energy to teach him a lesson. Besides, there could be another time she could get back at him. Just one day. ONE day. For now, she gave an emotionless glance at Orbulon, then turns away to mind her own business.

"B-But she only sings on-" Red blinks, running over to Ashley. "Hey Ashley, what're ya looking at- Hey! Isn't that the alien that bumped into you a few years ago?" Red says with a sharp, toothy grin, taking out a pitchfork.

Orbulon sits up, scratching his head before looking at Ashley and Red. With a yelp in fright, he jumps up and hides behind the control pad. "Y-You stay back from me! You two hear?! Or I'll uh.... uh.... just stay away from me!" The alien shivered in fear, shakily pointing at the witch and demon, before redirecting it to Mike. "And d-don't sing so loud! You could crack a window with that volume!" Orbulon was too freaked out by everything. He couldn't concentrate, he was worried, stressed, and most importantly, couldn't fly under these conditions. One thing was for certain, and that was if they couldn't find a way to calm him down, they wouldn't be able to blast off...