Fanny was sitting all on her own, as was tradition at this point.
Though it may as well have been a million years ago at this point (given the attention span of most of the contestants), remembering that her team lost the very first contest in the Battle for The Power of Two angered her. It infuriated her. She *hated* it. And why wouldn't she? It was effectively the equivalent of making a big, pompous entrance in front of a massive crowd, only to end up immediately stumbling and falling on your face upon taking the very first step. It was embarrassing. It was ridiculous. And she hated looking like a fool more than most things. And then there's what happened in the one following that. Good *grief*. Though they'd thankfully manage to stop themselves from embarrassing themselves further, it was only just barely; this strange, ludicrous notion of wanting to prevent death stopped them from going on the offensive, from actively sabotaging others so that they could prosper. Did this so-called Death P.A.C.T. not get the memo? The omnipresent reality that death was just... a constant? A *thing*? That incident only forcibly reopened that wound that had just begun to heal, then proceeded to rub salt all over it. In her haste to get away from the team that was one bad episode away from imploding in on itself, the electric fan joined... A team that was a *few* bad episodes away from imploding in on itself.
Great. Spectacular.
She remained silent, still, and seething with hatred, listing off all the reasons she already hated her new team just in case she needed it for a grand speech when the whole thing inevitably collapsed. It was in such a state where Remote found her. "Um, if I am not intruding, I would just like to let you know that we have meetings discussing strategy shortly after every challenge." She'd announce. "You missed the first few, and the others are starting to think that you hate them already; but I think the reason why is just because you did not know. So I decided to tell you now." The mechanical mind remained silent for a moment, waiting for a response, but the fan was far, *far* too angry to give even an annoyed grunt as a reply. "Well, okay." Remote took a cautionary step back. "That was all I wanted to say; I will leave you be now."
The one that feasted on batteries was about to do exactly that, but a stray, unexpected thought (perhaps a cosmic ray suddenly changed a bit in her memory, or something) caused her to change her mind; she'd turn around and sit besides the one with the anger issues, imitating a deep breath to seem more human. Well, object. You get the gist. "When I asked for you to 'cool it', I did not mean it literally." That seemed to finally be enough for the angry one to respond, but only in the form of a grumble; ambiguous in the exact thoughts it translated to, but universally recognized as being one of frustration. "I was doing something referred to as 'word play'." Remote explained. "You see, when I said to 'cool it', I meant in the more metaphorical usage of the term; that is, to calm oneself and return to their senses. But also, it could be used in a more literal sense, as you are an electrical device meant to-"
The one with the spinning blades groaned, finally bothering to use actual language. "I *know*." She'd shout. "I got the joke. Haha. Very funny. Explaining it only makes it less so, you know; and I *hate* being explained to, especially regarding dumb stuff like this." The one that controlled the television blinked. "So sorry. My sincerest apologies." Her monotone voice didn't help in making it seem like it. "I did not mean to offend; I simply misunderstood your reaction at the time. You see, when I first said to 'cool it', you responded by activating the electric motor responsible for the rotation of your blades, and thus the circulation of air, indicating that you understood the statement in the literal sense-"
"I was just trying to be funny!" The one with the temper tantrums interrupted. "Again, I *got* the joke; I knew what you went, so I responded in a way that capitalized on it. Why do you keep patronizing me? I *HATE* that!" Remote responded by changing her facial structure, particularly her mouth, such that it gave the appearance of a convex arc when viewed from the way she is usually oriented. "Again, my sincerest apologies."
