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Valeria Johnson

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Celedia

Description

Name: Valéria
Age: Unknown
Race: Human
Subtype: Genetically modified
Sex: Female
Eye color: Blue
Hair color: Brown
Height:: 5'7"
Weight: 124 lbs
Build: Athletic
Languages known: Common, English, Italian, Greek, Irish Gaelic
Notable features: Various piercings. Three silver hoops along each earlobe. One piercing at the top of her left ear through the cartilage. A small diamond nose stud.
Profession: Bartender at Gambits
Likes: Men, Women, Strength, Charismatic people, Strawberries, A good workout, Intense conversations, Listening to people, Solving problems, Brightly colored flowers
Dislikes: Wishy washy people, Condescending people, People that show off or brag, The smell of bleach
Usual attire: Corset tops/camisoles/tanktops and boot-cut jeans as well as jewelry. She adores jewelry.
Powers:
Primary/Static power:
*Altered reincarnation- When a character dies they can be brought back in the same form but with new abilities.
Current power:
*Atmokinesis- The ability to manipulate the weather. It operates by making subtle changes to wind, air pressure, temperature, and the earth’s electromagnetic field. These changes eventually bring out a change in the weather.

History: Valeria, or Val, was born and raised in Jynthic Scientific Laboratories. She was the only child that wasn't kidnapped or sold into the facility, in fact her mother was one of the leading scientists working on the project and the genetic alteration for her began when she was still in the womb. She is classified differently from the other children as a Class I-A because of her unusual abilities. When she was younger, the ability that manifested in Val was Pyrokinesis and she could manipulate the thermodynamics of an item from up to 700 yards away. This was the power that she trained in until at the age of 12 she went swimming with her friend, Mirabelle (Whose power was Electrokinesis) and Mira accidentally sent a wave of electric energy into the water, killing Valeria.

The scientists tried everything that could to revive the fallen girl but their efforts proved useless. Being the first and only child to die in the facility, they didn't know what to do with her so they laid her down on an examination table in the MedBay until they could find her mother to break the news. The next day, her mother came to identify the body and to say goodbye to her daughter but when the scientists opened the door Valeria was sitting on the floor, playing with various things in an effort to entertain herself.

Upon further study, the Laboratory found out that Valeria's energy signature had changed after her 'death' and that she could no longer command fire like she used to but within a few weeks they realized that another power had manifested- Teleportation. Thankfully the girl has only died twice but with each death she seems to be reincarnated and when she comes back she has a new power. Her nickname with the Lab is 'Phoenix' but no one outside of the labs calls her that. She has been on her own since age 18.

So begins...

Valeria Johnson's Story

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After a long day of travel and barely anything to eat, Valeria pushed open the door to Gambit's and stood with her mouth slightly agape at the scene before her. She had been told to expect oddities at the local bar. Hell, she had expected them in a City with citizens as varied as the ones she found here but the young woman had not expected.... This.

There was a dense feeling of pressure in the room that made breathing somewhat difficult as if someone had wrapped a large band around her chest and though the bar was nearly empty she couldn't help but realize the tension within. Should she chance it for her first meal of the day? Or walk right back out and ask a passerby for another recommendation?

Eyeing the patrons warily, she carved a path on the far opposite side of the bar, clutching her dufflebag protectively against her hip as she made her way to the far opposite end of the bar.

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Val strolled out of the backroom to assist the robotic tenders with their orders. From the main terminal in the back it looked like the tickets were beginning to flood in and since the system was being worked on at the moment, the machines seemed to be confused if there were more than two tickets in their system.

Reaching beneath the counter, she dragged out a dishtowel and threw it over her shoulder, snagging a bottle of Scotch from the top shelf and pouring it over ice. A quick motion had the drink sliding across the counter towards Saven before she moved onto the next order.

Lifting her gaze, she spied a woman in a LBD walk in moments before a hooded man. Neither ordered so she effectively ignored them, for now. The one man seemed to murmur 'Alcohol' but didn't specify a type so she flattened both of her palms onto the counter and quirked her brow at him, wondering if he was going to give her anything else to work with.

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Valeria noticed the look of condescension cross Saven’s face for a brief moment before he took a sip of his Scotch. Served him right. Scotch was a damn good drink and should be served up neat, or without any ice/water, in her mind and if you ordered it with ice then you got a glass full. If you were going to screw up your drink you may as well go all in.

The woman in the LBD approached and Valeria gave an appreciative smile, nodding at her request. “Ah you must be the one we keep it stocked for. Just received another case in last week.” She slipped into the back to retrieve the selected Ambrosia, appearing moments later to serve it at the precise temperature that allowed the flavors to be heightened while still feeling comfortable against the tongue. Handing the fluted glass to the woman, she retrieved the bill from the countertop and returned the woman’s change immediately before heading off to the rather rough-looking man. Her brow arched immediately as all he requested was the remote.

“Sure thing, darling,” she said without the hint of an accent and she reached beneath the counter, retrieving the remote and handing it towards Benjamin with a soft smirk. “If you need a room, we have several for rent upstairs. You look like hell.” Customer service wasn’t exactly Val’s strong point and she hoped the soldier wouldn’t take offense to her bluntness. Too many fights seemed to start that way.

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Valeria plastered a smile onto her youthful face, reserving her smirk and her rolled eyes for when she turned from Marlene. The people in Wing City were notorious for being rude and it was quite evident in the words and requests tonight. “Make it snappy. Make it quick.” No please, no thank you, no hint of good manners.

Except from the soldier that looked like Hell itself and had only asked for a remote.

Slipping into the back, she quickly crafted a House Salad and when she reappeared behind the counter she set the crystal plate in front of the woman with another false smile. “Any dressing, ma’am?” She emphasized the title, hoping in that small snarky corner of her soul that the woman was the type to get huffy at such a term.

Nodding her head towards Havok, she flashed him a true grin and took the remote control back, slipping it back beneath the counter. “No problem. You need a drink? Food?”

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Valeria saluted the woman and when her hand dropped she smoothly scooped the bill from the counter. Keep the change? It wasn’t her style to take large tips from people so she set the cash to good use and slipped it into the register to pay for the soldier’s meal instead. “Burger coming up,” she informed him with a smile, turning to head back to the kitchen.

The chef was automated and the first order to be finished was a plateful of 17 tacos. Val peered at the ticket that accompanied the order inquisitively but it was correct so she walked back out of the swinging door, presenting the tray to Greg with a smile. “Drinks’ll be out in a moment.” She said, spinning on her heel to fix the drink order which she placed on a tray for a robot to deliver to the table.

Moving hurriedly, but gracefully, Val slipped into the back again and came out a few minutes later carrying a large ceramic plate filled with a burger with all the trimmings and an order of fries. She set the order in front of Havok and then spun around again, filling a mug with one of the beers on tap and setting it to the upper right side of his plate. “Enjoy, soldier boy. Order’s on the house.” She slipped away easily, moving to clean up the bar as she awaited the next order.

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Val was unable to stop herself from smirking as she eavesdropped, unintentionally, on the two troopers. ]Superhumans, eh? If only you knew… she thought to herself as she kept cleaning the bar’s countertop. The robotic server could handle an order for two beers so she let the automated staff handle the simple request as her attention was gained by a woman in a green pashmina over a black suit.

“Ah, yes ma’am. We have about 18 different kinds of tea here.” She paused, letting the woman specify that she wanted Arabian tea. Val nodded and went to the back to brew the beverage the old fashioned way and came out with a ceramic tea pot and matching cup, setting both in front of the woman and pouring her first cup for her. “There you go ma’am.” Valeria set the pot down beside the woman so that she could serve herself as needed.

As she turned her attention to some of the other patrons, she noticed that Havoc had retrieved his wallet and she crossed back in front of him, laughing as she slid the currency back towards him. “Don’t go all macho man on me, soldier. You look like Death incarnate, a meal’s not going to break the bank. Ok?”

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Valeria laughed softly as she took the twenty credit note from the counter, nodding to Drulović with a smile. “Unfortunately Gambit’s supplies are varied but not top notch. If you make a request of the management though they are usually willing to put a specific requests for whatever you’re looking for. I think that we have more requests right now for Vanilla Rooibos than Arabian tea so they don’t make much of an effort.”

She slid the woman her change and slipped the total into the register, arching her brow at Havoc as he began speaking clear, full sentences for the first time that evening. A laugh slipped out of her as he finished speaking.

“Ahh, so you’re one of those types. You want me to charge you extra for the room just so you can keep your pride in check? Or if it’s that much of a hassle I can charge you the full 10 credits for the first burger and beer.” She turned from him without awaiting a reply as she pushed through the swinging bars to wait for the second burger order, folding her arms across her midsection as she leaned against the counter.

“That’s it, Happy,” she said, referring to the robotic server that was in the kitchen undergoing repairs. “Never be nice to people. It doesn’t seem to be worth it. The people that aren’t worth the effort don’t care and the people that are won’t accept your niceties anyway.” She knew she was simply speaking to herself but she didn’t care and as soon as the order was up Val took the plate out to the counter and slid it in front of Havoc. Snatching his glass from him, she topped it off and set it onto the bar next to his plate.

“When you’re ready for your room key just let me know, sir.” She said before going back to clean up duty.

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Valeria Johnson pushed Havok’s food towards him along with his freshly refilled beer. “Your room will be number 306. Third door to the right up the stairs.” She set a single key down onto the counter with a loud clack then retrieved the random bills he had laying out as payment.

“Have a good night,” she said, still as friendly as possible given her newly soured mood towards humanity. Popping open the cash drawer once more, she set the payment into the register then walked through the swinging doors into the kitchen, reactivating two of the robotic servers to fill her position at the bar.

“This is why we have bots, boys. Enjoy yourselves.” Valeria set another two up for overnight software updates then she grabbed her hoodie and slipped out of the back door to head home for the night.

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Ahhh, the graveyard shift. It was always fun at Gambits. Well, it was as long as there were actually people inside of the bar. These past few weeks had been dead, however, threatening Valeria's sleeping habits and lulling her into a near coma everytime she had come on duty. Sweeping through the back door, Valeria removed her hoodie, hanging it on a peg in the employees lounge and fluffing her auburn hair out slightly as she took a good, long look in the mirror. Presentable, she thought with a soft grin and she pushed through the swinging doors that led from the kitchen into the main room of the bar.

Settling herself behind the counter, she programmed all but two of the robotic servers to head into the back to recharge. Reaching beneath the counter, she snagged a clean dishtowel, tossing it across her shoulder and taking her first glance around the room. Light crowd tonight- not a surprise. Walking over to the order terminal, she clicked through and saw a blank screen. No orders either, pity. This place needs to run specials or something... she thought as she resigned herself to laziness. Grabbing a remote, she clicked through the Television until she hit a music channel and then leaned the small of her back against the shelf containing the liquor bottles.

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Valeria Johnson eyed Artyom suspiciously for a moment but since he seemed rather harmless she inclined her chin towards him in response. "Actually we do. Don't spread the word but it's like a damn armory in the back. I think it's because there are so many fights on the property. We collecting a plethora of random goodies. Let me go grab you something..." Trailing off, she turned and walked through the double doors heading into the back room. After a few minutes of searching, she found an old metal toolbox, a used dishtowel which could double as a rag and a bottle of gun oil. Since the man was lugging around his firearm like a toy, she figured that was what the oil was for and she emerged from the back with everything in hand.

Sliding it onto the counter in front of him, she smiled and said, "Hope this works for you," before her attention was caught by another customer. Ahhh it's getting busy now... She though with a grin and walked over to Emmanuel listening to his order. Unable to help herself, she made a slight face at his food request. "Hot dog bites. Do you know what they put in those things?" She asked with a soft bout of laughter, punching the food order into the terminal as she poured his Troegs draft. Within a minute she had the mug in front of him. "Food'll be up in just a moment, love." Winking at the man, another patron then caught her attention as he tapped a pack of cigs on the bar.

"Ahh we accept a lot of crap for trade but I'm afraid cigs isn't one of them." She grimaced slightly, nodding to Phinx as she clambored up onto the countertop. "You might want to trade with someone else though, maybe'll they'll trade ya for credits."

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Valeria Johnson heard a buzzer go off somewhere in the kitchen and then a robotic voice sounded, "ORDER UP!" Gesturing a universal "Gimme a sec" to the man with the cigs, she spun around and dashed into the kitchen, emerging seconds later with a small tray of hot dog bites which she deposited in front of Emmanuel. "Might wanna check to see if someone's selling life insurance policies before you bite into one of those things." She offered before snickering softly. Spam, hot dogs, scrapple. All of the above were foods she couldn't stomach. Especially not when they came from Gambit's.

Looking over at Dmitri she grinned and nodded. "What's your pleasure? We've got just the $5 a gallon vodka that tastes like lighter fluid but will knock you out after a few shots. We have top shelf which is pricier but easier going down..."

That was when Phinx introduced herself and her grin widened a bit. "Name's Valeria Sol Johnson. You can call me Val. New hire for graveyard." She looked out over the wave of people and exhaled. "Is it always this busy on a weekend? I've had a few weekday shifts and they've been dead."

Attention diversion #78- Lawless requested a drink and she arched her brow at the odd man's feline friend. It wanted... brandy? Ok, sure. She'd seen weirder things. "Coming right up!" She said, moving gracefully around the back of the bar as she gathered the Moondrop wine and poured a glass, setting it in front of the tiefling before grabbing a small glass and pouring out a shot of brandy. "Tabs are still automated people so remember to use the terminals. Tips, on the other hand, can be given as cash, jewelry.... Whatever you deem fit." She laughed and moved back over near Phinx.

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She had to admit, a full bar was much more entertaining than an empty one. Val flitted from customer to customer, trying to make each feel welcome at the same time as she tried to fulfill all of her duties. She was down to just two robotic servers for help and they were busy wandering back and forth to the outlying tables and booths delivering orders. Nodding to Phinx she murmured, "Ahh you've got me pegged, then," to the other woman with a sly smile.

A masked come-on from Emmanuel had her grinning again and she laughed joyfully. "True. Go after what you want. Everyone else in Wing City does so it's not like you're alone in that aspect." Winking at him again, she turned to face Dmitri once more. "Ahh so it's the Nikolai, then?! One bucket of vodka, coming up!" She spun around, snatching up a bottle of russian vodka and a glass before she ended up back in front of the man, setting both down before him. "Enjoy yourself. If I see you take more than four shots I'm calling you a cab. Deal?" Another laugh followed by another patron as she turned her attentions to Lawless.

He presented her with a shiny bauble and a smooth compliment. "Ahh witty? I'll have to add that to my resume." She joked, eyeing the pendant with a slightly arched brow. "Oh, sugar, I was joking. Keep your pretty charms for a lady love. You never know when you'll need a surprise piece of jewelry to calm things over."

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Valeria Johnson felt her brow slide up a bit at Patron 1's name. Jackson? He didn't really look like a Jackon but then again... People named their kids some weird stuff so at least he wasn't an Apple or Pilot Inspektor or some such nonsence. "Pleasure, Jackson. Name's Valeria or Val. Hope you don't mind if I stick to the full name. Jack and Jackie don't seem to fit you for some reason." Once again, neither did Jackson but she liked it better than either nickname.

"Reminds you of SWAT days?" she repeated him with an edge of incredulity and a grin before she walked over, grabbing a pitcher of filtered water from the fridge and pouring him a glass. The tap water was questionable so she never used it for much of anything. Well, unless she hated a patron then she might feed him that crap. Placing the glass in front of "Jackson", she placed the pitcher back into the fridge and turned around. "You don't look old enough for "your SWAT days" to be said in such a tense. How old are you? You look early to mid twenties at best."

Her eyes swept the bar again, looking for anyone that needed a refill or a starter drink and a small grin quirked her lips as she saw Syn curling around his glass of brandy.

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Valeria Johnson picked up the note, stuffing the credits into the register as she read over the question. Her eyes flickered up to Kyle and she grinned. "Casino, eh? Good luck with your gambling. You want to head right out of the door and walk about three blocks down Main Street then hang a left onto whatever that next street is. Sorry I'm not more specific but I haven't been in town long myself. You will be able to see it though. Lights are brighter than most anything else in the City and if you hit the Blackjack table make sure to hit Harry's table. He's a horrible dealer and shows his cards with his eyes." She thought she was being quite helpful, having no idea that the man was a telepath.

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Valeria Johnson laughed, mentally berating herself for her previous expression. She wasn't that great at masking her emotions, the truth always seemed... Easier, somehow. "Oh so I give you a drink and I have to tell you something? What do I get out of this deal?" The question was asked in a playful tone and she walked over to the large glass-fronted refrigerator which held a large selection of bottle beers, taking a Troegs out by its neck. A quick search on both sides of the fridge located the bottle opener and with a quick flick of her wrist she dislodged the metal cap from the glass bottle before passing it over to "Jackson" with a smirk.

"Truth be told, Jackson doesn't fit you. You know how if you pull up a name in your mind and picture all of the people with that name you can sort of get an image of them? Jackson makes me think of... To be honest? Some preppy white boy with a polo shirt." She laughed again, hoping he wouldn't take offense to her deduction.

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Still unconvinced, Valeria made a noncommittal, "Mmhmm" as she pulled the dishtowel off of her shoulder and began wiping down the bar. She couldn't, or at least shouldn't, drink on duty and she couldn't leave her hands idle. They tended to get her into trouble more often than not. Another laugh escaped her throat as the man played coy and she shook her head in faux disappointment. "Let me guess, Jackson Hiriosh, you're used to getting your way, I assume?" A smile crossed her features as she made her guess. It was the way he carried himself as well as the way he spoke. That tone laced with Japanese sweetness that could probably get a homeless man to give up the shirt on his back. Part of her wondered if he had ever tried such a feat. He would probably succeed.

"I think I'll reserve my repayment for a later date and time. If you're around for me to collect then it works out. if not, then it's no huge loss, right? Afterall, I've only given you a drink and a name."

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Valeria heard the defensive note to "Jackson's" voice and couldn't help but laugh at his rebuttal. Ah so he doesn't like to be seen as cocky. Good to know. She kept herself busy, polishing the counter top until it shined, working section by section but sticking close enough to the man to continue the conversation. "You're right. A drink can say a lot in the right circumstances. I think I've seen them all..." she trailed off, her eyes skimming the bar once more, taking note of the bar fight but she obviously wasn't worried about it. Her job was bartender, not bouncer or security. Hell, she would probably duck for cover under the bar if necessary. She wasn't making quite enough to have a full out brawl with any of the patrons.

"Nope, not Ex-SWAT," she admitted, finally turning her baby blues back to Jackson and flashing another smile. "What do you do now that you're no longer working for SWAT?" She asked, naturally inquisitive, "Did you stay in law enforcement or did you have to get a new gig?"

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Valeria Johnson cut off from her conversation with "Jackson" to tend to the newer customer. A grin split her face as the woman argued semantics. "Doubt my validity but still willing to allow me to make your drink and sandwich? Apparently they're running updates overnight on the bots. Upgrades of some kind so I've been asked to pull graveyard shift for a bit." She was obviously unfazed by the woman's air of authority and she inclined her chin to Marlene. "What kind of sandwich?" She asked and as she awaited the reply, she spun around to grab the ambrosia from the fridge as well as a chilled fluted glass, pouring the drink for the lady and placing it in front of her.

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Valeria Johnson watched Marlene chat with "Jackson" and she idly looked up at the digital clock on the wall. It had been a few hours so she should go check on the bots to see how their updates were going. Stepping over to the terminal, she programmed the two robots on duty to begin picking up counter orders as well as the table orders. Covering her mouth with her palm, she yawned softly, still unused to the night shift and as she turned to head to the back door, she flashed one last smile at Emmanuel.

"Night, Jackson. Sorry to cut the convo short but I've gotta check on the bots. If you ever feel like repaying me for that free drink, pop on in. I'll most likely be here." Laughing, she pushed her way through the swinging doors and headed into the back room. All in all, a profitable night. Business had seemed to pick up after she had started her shift so at the very least her temp bosses would see that she was earning her keep. Hell, maybe they would even hire her on full time after this mess with the upgrades was finished.

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The back door leading into Gambit's backroom swung open and in walked Valeria, looking a little worse for wear. Her auburn hair was disheveled, her band tee had the hem torn off and her jeans were faded and torn. Sadly, this wouldn't make her stand out in the bar. Everyone seemed to look like Hell warned over there.

She set about her usual routine, disabling all but a few of the robotic servers and setting them up in the backroom to update their software. Val had no idea why the seven dwarves requires an upgrade and she didn't quite care either. She wasn't technologically inclined and as long as she got paid then she would do as she was instructed. After setting up the bots, she pushed through another set of doors, this time leading into the bar itself and she took her place behind the counter. A slow night? Ahh I guess it is Sunday. Perhaps people are with family or... something. Taking a quick survey of the patrons, she saw that no one required her attention yet so she picked up the remote control and began to flip through the television channels to see if she could catch up on the latest news.

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Letting her eyes flicker to the patron seated at the bar, Valeria set the remote down on the back counter and wandered over. Apparently, she hadn't been paying much attention because her eyes widened slightly upon seeing the double bloodied axes resting upon the surface of her bar and she let her lips quirk into a quick grin. "Bad day at the office?" She asked as she grabbed a normal glass from the rack then popped open the fridge to pour filtered water for the man. The pitcher went back into the refrigerator and she spun back around, placing the now full glass in front of him, eyebrows arched inquisitively.

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Valeria Johnson made a slight face, picking up the glass by its rim with two fingertips as she went back to the fridge to get his refill. She was careful not to touch the smeared blood as she poured more filtered water into the cup and placed it back in front of him once more. The pitcher remained in her hand as she held it aloft for him to see. "Should I just keep this out?" He seemed like one of the patrons that kept to himself so she wouldn't pressure him for answers even though his bloody weapons were probably going to get Gambit's fined if someone from the Health Department rolled through. She paused, standing in place until he answered and her eyes swept the bar again. No new patrons, it seemed.

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"Temp bartender, unless they decide to hire me for good. I'm here working graveyard shift until all the bots are upgraded." She slid the pitcher of filtered water onto the counter beside his glass and her eyes once again flickered to the bloodied weapons. It was obvious that she didn't want to touch them but the hesitation in her voice showed that she also felt rude for bringing them to his attention. "Ahhh do you need... Something? For those things? A bag or towel or... something?" If the handling of the bloody glass wasn't proof enough then her awkward question about the weapons would show that she had been working for Gambits for less than a week. Though she could ignore brawls and shootouts with ease, having the remnants of fighting so close made her a bit uncomfortable.

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Since Gambit's was basically dead, Valeria decided to go check on the bots. Though first she grabbed a black towel from beneath the counter and laid it onto the bar beside Nyle with a grin. "When you're done, just push it back here and one of the robots will pick it up." She turned and walked to the nearest console, programming three of the robotic servers to begin taking orders from the touch screen menus. Giving a quick wave to Nyle, she slipped into the back room and set to work.

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Valeria Johnson had a whole routine down now. Remove her hoodie, hang it up on the peg by the door, upgrade whatever bot was scheduled for the night, etc. Even though technically she wasn't working until much later, she had heard that one of the robots that she had upgraded the night before wasn't working properly so she decided to stop in for a bit just to see if she could fix it and perhaps idle around the counter, listening to the gossip. As she strode through the swinging double doors that led from the kitchen out into the bar itself, her brow raised immediately. It was much busier during the day than she remembered. Oh well, not her issue. She was here to fix Sleepy, the dwarfbot and then be on her way.

Pulling a small device from her pocket, she pulled herself up onto one of the back tables that was situated behind the counter so that she was facing out at the rest of the bar. Tapping a few keys into her mini-console, Sleepybot rolled her way then shut down, allowing her to open the small door on his backplate to access his interior terminal. Using a thin wire, she connected her own device to the bot and began running through the latest software upgrade to see where his problem stemmed from.