notsobighiro

[notsobighiro]

worst birthday ever, hands down. hiro had watched the day fly by, eyes unfocused as he stared at empty air in lecture halls and avoided his friends and aunt cass all day. he’d hardly even acknowledged that time was moving at all, content to dwell in his thoughts and concerns all day. losing baymax had been his fault, no matter how badly he wanted to shift the blame and be free of the guilt. he’d lost one of the only things he had left of his brother, killed off the last of his legacy with his carelessness. and hiro was not handling it well in the slightest. “go away.” he grumbles when he hears the sound of footsteps entering the lab. he’s half expecting it to be honey lemon or wasabi checking in on him again, but much to his surprise it’s roxanne. “oh. hey.” he turns to look at her, usual excitement to see her gone as he forced a tight smile. “no, not yet. Fred’s out looking for him with minimax apparently.” hiro shrugs, trying his best not to get attached to the idea of fred actually finding baymax. he doesn’t think he can handle another blow of disappointment this week.

For someone that has little to no interest in science, Roxanne has become incredibly familiar with the science labs in the past few months. Getting Hiro to leave can be something of a challenge, so in turn she’s started spending her free time there instead, content to watch his genius in action even though she has no real idea what he’s ever doing. Knocking on the open door to signal her presence, the tension in the room is nearly palpable from the second she walks in the door. “Hey,” she starts, her voice kind and gentle as if she’s dealing with someone that could break at any moment. Which, as she gets a good look at Hiro, she has a sinking feeling that he just might. “Any sign of Baymax yet?” One look around the lab tells her all she needs to know, the robot’s absence blatantly and painfully obvious. // @notsobighiro​

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: roxanne.

[notsobighiro]

hiro keeps his eyes trained on the circuit panel he’s tinkering with, fingers precariously connecting tiny wires with care as if he were performing surgery. so, when his chair gets pulled away from his work bench hiro lets out a small disgruntled noise. he’s hardly surprised when wasabi announces it’s snack time, even if hiro himself hadn’t been paying attention to the time. “ok, can i just finish this first?” he asks, looking up at wasabi with hopeful eyes. “like five minutes, tops. then I’ll eat something.” five minutes always turns into five hours with hiro, and the older boy certainly knows that by now. but still, hiro hopes maybe he can win this particular battle.

when the alarm on his wrist starts beeping, wasabi drops what he’s working on and stands up. then, takes a moment to put all of his tools back in the proper place and hanging his goggles neatly on the hook on the side of his work station. once he’s settled he walks over to hiro’s station and proceeds to pull the boy’s chair away from his own work bench. “snack time, buddy.” he explains, though he’s sure the hiro anticipates this. snack time is the same time every day, after all. he pulls a juice box and a pack of peanut butter crackers from the pack on his hip and hands them over. “finish all of it this time. and don’t choke, please.” @notsobighiro​

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: wasabi.

[notsobighiro]

Why do you think someone would steal baymax?

“baymax is state of the art tech! his design is functional yet adorable and his medical database is one of the most comprehensive databases I’ve ever seen. not to mention his long range scanner’s capabilities being pretty advanced. who wouldn’t want to steal baymax? but, personally, i think karmi did it just to get on my nerves.” @ksycorax

#🤖 honesty weekend.

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hamadaunt​:

Hearing Hiro’s agreement to joining her on her mission had Cass smiling even wider. It wasn’t like they never saw each other, given the fact that he lived and worked with her, but it was easy to take advantage of someone’s presence in your day to day routine. In the middle of a festival, however, with responsibilities handed off and plenty of fun activities around, she couldn’t be more excited to get some time alone with him. In fact, the excitement pulled a quiet squeal out of her, and when she took the step to close the gap between them, it was with a small bounce. Choosing to ignore any truth behind her nephew’s suggestion of stealing the stuffed animals, if only to keep her spirit high, she grabbed his elbow and began pulling him in the direction of the games. “You say boring and I say legal.” Which was good enough reason for her to drop far too much money on cheap prizes for her cat. “So, should we do that water gun one, where you have to race to the top? Oo, or where you have to swing the huge hammer hard enough to ring the bell?” She asked equally energetically and thoughtfully, bouncing in her step as they neared the games. When she looked back at Hiro, it was with a conspiratorial grin. “Both?”

“I’ll have you know i haven’t done anything illegal on purpose in a while,” hiro informs, tone bright and excited as if what he’s passing along is something worth the pride. “but whatever fine, we can do this the boring legal way.” with his aunt arounf there was no way they’d be doing this any other way. even if hiro thinks these games are robbery in itself, he’ll bite his tongue for her sake. “uhhh,” as much as he appreciates her enthusiasm, hiro knows he more than likely would not be any real use at the strength related game. lifting his Robin eye mask off his eyes and setting it on top of his head, hiro looks at aunt cass caught between what’s a reasonable choice and the choice she wants him to make. “I’m gonna lose the hammer one but we can give it a shot.” he answers finally, thinking he can embarass himself publicly if it meant she’d be happy. “you’ll definitely be better at both of them than me.”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: aunt cass. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

[notsobighiro]

“wilbur! wilbur!” hiro runs over to his friend, grateful to have finally found him. his brain is going a mile a minute, thoughts coming to him so quickly it’s almost impossible to keep up. the way he bounces on the balls of his feet could be mistaken as excitement, but it’s truly nothing more than nervous energy because there was nothing gleeful about this. “bro, you’re never going to fucking believe what just happened.” he clasps his hand on wilbur’s shoulder, taking a moment to catch his breath. “so, gogo and fred made me go with them to say happy birthday to the ghost hunting dude, and literally right in the middle of singing one of his friends just...disappeared. like,” words are failing him, so he does the best he can to make ‘poof’ into a gesture, opening and closing his fist and blowing out a quiet huff. “it was fucking weird bro. and i overheard some other people talking and the same thing’s happening to a bunch of people apparently.” if anyone else were to see this similarly to the way hiro is, it’s wilbur. one thing he’s certain of is that his friend will also think this an opportunity to resolve a problem through science, a new chance to explore something new and hopefully bring out a positive outcome. @wilburobinson

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: wilbur r #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

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ronstoppablc​:

Embarrassed Ron kick his foot against the ground, “Yeah, no problem dude. Just give me time and I’ll get it all down.” Slowing his walk Ron quickly pointed out a booth, “That’s where I got Rufus his witch’s hat, little dude is enjoying the mesh of costumes.”  

“my scanners indicate that you are embarassed, is there something i can help you with ronald?” baymax asks, waddling next to his companion. he probably should stop scanning people without their permission but it’s just simply not in the programming. “where is Rufus?” the robot asks, stopping to look at the booth in the closest thing to curiosity that he can muster. “i would like a witch hat.” he finally announces.

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: ron. #🤖 baymax interactions. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

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devillelil​:

Lil usually only let her brother and her parents call her Lilian, but Baymax was too cute for her to feel like correcting him. “I’m certain. And, it’s technically mine, but not real!” She reassured him, using her finger to wipe off some fake blood to show him. “It’s like science — someone probably made it in a lab.”

“okay!” baymax settles on her answer, tone mustering as much enthusiasm as the little robot could. “i see,” he blinks, now beginning to understand at least some of what lil was trying to tell him. “i was made in a lab as well.” obviously but the robot had never been known to not state the obvious in conversation. “what is your costume supposed to be?” this, however, wasn’t so obvious to him.

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: lil. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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phantcsma​:

“gone? like-” before she has a chance to question him further, a picture is pulled up. she examines it for a moment, trying to think if she had seen any of them around the festival before she got distracted. “where did you see them last?” she stood up straight, peering around the crowd to see if she could see any of them now. “maybe i can help you find them. i’m really good at finding things.”

“fred and kuki went to get cotton candy,” baymax answers, he turns his head towards the crowd. “gogo, honey lemon and wasabi mentioned the hayride and i do not know where hiro is. i lost him over there.” he points his hand towards the general direction of the crowd as if that would help anyone. “assistance would be appreciated phoebe. i am baymax.” he waves, finally properly introducing himself to the blonde.

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 interactions: phoebe caruso. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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eveningstarlottie​:

“Endorphins make you happy,” she’s quick to quote - the only part of baymax’s explanation of dancing that Lottie had really understood. And that was only because of legally blonde. “Sure, sugar! We can’t have you just standin’ around - it’s rude not to dance at a concert, even if you’re a robot.” Pulling her phone out of the sewn in hidden pocket of her dress, she handed it over to the marshmallow.

“that is correct!” baymax explains, pleased that lottie already seems to know that. “it also releases serotonin.” he adds, further explaining the positives that come from dancing. when lottie hands over her phone baymax touches his palm to the screen, the LED screen in his stomach quickly showing the various pages and websites his scanners simultaneously “read through” as he downloads information on the topic, storing it in his information on excercise. “i have now downloaded a database on dancing,” baymax hands lottie back her phone. “which style of dance would you like me to partake in? the merengue, ballet, or the twerk?”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: lottie. #🤖 baymax interactions. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

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sheglitch​:

vanellope felt on top of the world. to say she was enjoying the festival would have been an understatement, the pills norman had given her just made everything so much better. chewing on some of her pumpkin pancake bread, she's set on finding her group. how were people supposed to know they were the addams family if they weren't together? " saaaaav! raaaaalph! Uncle fefe! " she calls out in the crowd when a familiar voice grabs her attention. " baymax! " she shouts, skipping before glitching over to him. boy was she happy to see him. he always made her happy. watching his conversation, she laughs. " its fake, buddy! " she explains, " see? " she reaches out, swiping her finger along the fake blood on the person's arm. " corn syrup! " she pops her finger into her mouth, demonstrating. " its not real, silly! "

baymax turns around when he hears vanellope’s voice. “hello vanellope,” he waves in a circular motion, turning his head to watch her lick corn syrup off someone’s arm. granted she used her finger to wipe it off the stranger but he still had concerns. “that is unhygienic.” he informs. but once he focuses on her, he realizes there are more pressing matters to discuss. “my scans are indicating there are unnatural opioids in your system. are you okay?”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: vanellope. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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hansoftheisles​:

Walking through the event, long red cape flowing behind him, Hans doesn’t miss the way something has been waddling slowly behind him for the past five minutes. Paying no attention to him and trying to shake it as he weaves through the crowd, he finally stops in its tracks when it speaks. With a sigh, Hans finally turns around, eyeing the… thing. Whether it’s someone in the worst costume he’s ever seen or an actual robot, he doesn’t actually care to know. “What the fuck is this?” he asks, eyebrows knit together in a frown as he pulls the long red cape toward him, out of its reach. “Why are you trying to touch me?” Well, touch his cape, but that’s close enough. He can’t have peasant hands — even inflatable ones — touching his things.

“i am baymax, a healthcare companion.” baymax waves, mistaking hans’ original question for a question of who he was. the cape had never been entirely in his reach, the ground too far down for him to grab it. but now that Hans pulls it away, baymax stands upright. “your cape was a safety hazard to yourself and others. i was trying to help.”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: hans. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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eveningstarlottie​:

swaying to the music, unable to really jump around much due to the weight of her costume, lottie tilts her head to the side ever so slightly as she looks at the robot beside her. “what you mean, sugar? of course you know how to dance!” she says, as if the thought of baymax not knowing how to dance was the silliest thing she’d heard in the world. he was a robot - weren’t robots supposed to know everything? “don’t you got some dance move knowledge in those systems of yours?”

“i am a healthcare robot,” baymax informs her, tilting his head to the side. “i am not programmed to dance.” it’s true tadashi had never added dancing to his programming and no one else had bothered to reach him. “dancing releases endorphins which relieves stress and promotes healthy mobility. but that is all my information on dancing.” baymax pauses, mind trying to think of a solution. “i can download a database on dancing if you give me your phone.”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: lottie. #🤖 baymax interactions. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

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dashiel-dash-parr​:

“Yo! Baymax!” Dash just waved a hand with a bag full of sweets to the brim as if that was the answer, spreading some of the content. "Aw c'mon! Halloween is the perfect time to gorge yourself on treats!" The boy blinked curiously, though not very surprised by the rapid heartbeat on the screen. "Nah, don't worry too much my robot friend, it's pretty normal to have that rhythm in my heart."

“ingesting candy in moderation is the desired method,” baymax corrects dash, not necessarily surprised the boy is using halloween as an excuse for terrible health habits. but it doesn’t make him any less incorrect. “too much sugar at once can induce a diabetic coma. longterm side effects include high blood sugar and consistent nausea.” baymax blinks when dash insists this is normal. it most certainly is not the normal heart beat for a human. “the average heart rate for a human is 60 to 100 beats per minute. given your athleticism your cardiovascular health should be better, so at rest your heart rate could be around 40 beats per minute. 120 is not one of those factors.”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: dash. #🤖 baymax interactions. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.

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kingofdaemons​:

he had definitely never seen anything like this, and he’d seen a lot of weird shit in his days. “Oh, um, well, it’s fake blood and... like a little bit of magic. I don’t-- Do robots understand the concept of magic?” King had never met a robot before. Unless the roomba he had counts. “you are a robot right? this isn’t just a weird costume and act?”

“magic?” baymax turns around, blinking at the headless man. his scanner don’t detect injury but there are clear signs of one. but the man’s admittance of magic keeps baymax from acting. “i do not understand magic.” he admits. “i am baymax, a healthcare companion robot.” he probably didn’t need to fully introduce himself to the stranger but it was the easiest way to clairify he is indeed a robot and not a costume.

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: king. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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phantcsma​:

“what?” phoebe was a little caught off guard, looking over herself for a moment. “i don’t- oh.” a feeling of anxiousness suddenly washed over her as she realized that.. whatever this thing was detected that she was dead. she wasn’t really sure how he was able to just by looking at her, but she didn’t really understand technology anyway. she made a mental note to tell elsa about this experience later, she was sure she’d love it. “i guess… 0? i’m not really in pain or anything. i’m fine.” she assured him, although the chances of her being able to lie her way out of it with a robot were low. “where’s your uh… inventor? are they around?”

baymax blinks as the girl’s scans pull up that she’s suddenly anxious as well. strange to have no heartbeat yet still be this nervous. but she insist she’s fine, and he wants to argue, he does. but then she asks where his inventor is. “tadashi is gone.” baymax supplies almost matter of factly, as if it’s not a sad thing because he can’t really process that much emotion. “but these are my friends.” on his stomach he shows a picture of tadashi’s friends with hiro. “i can not locate them.”

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: phoebe caruso. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

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devillelil​:

Lil hadn’t originally intended to make her costume too gory; Samara from The Ring wasn’t exactly covered in blood, after all. However, she did find a small bit of extra fake blood from the Halloween before, and Lil figured she’d use the small bit left to make herself a little more creepy. She smiled at Baymax as he was concerned by the fake blood on her costume. “It’s okay, buddy, I’m completely healthy,” she reassured him. “This blood’s fake, I promise.”

“are you certain lilian?” baymax asks, blinking at the girl. his medical scan had brought up her name and it’d taken him years to stop referring to gogo as margot so if the girl didn’t like her full name they’d be in for trouble. “is the blood someone else’s? do they need assistance?” it’s the only other logical explanation he could muster, somebody somewhere had to be hurt.

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: lil. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20. #🤖 baymax interactions.

[notsobighiro]

hiro had stopped having fun a while ago. his primary source of entertainment was apparently stuck in a weird silent stand off with her best friend’s girlfriend. and the rest of his friends were off doing their own thing, which he didn’t fault any of them for. he just wasn’t used to being without at least one of them. he’d never fared well with being alone after tadashi. “hey aunt cass,” hiro replies, tone it’s usual mix of amusement and slight confusion whenever she approaches him with her usual level of enthusiasm. “no, not at all.” the answer is to both questions, because he’s neither having fun or too busy to do anything with her. “yeah,” he nods, brightening up a little at the thought of getting to spend more time with her tonight. “i say we just create a diversion and then take whatever stuffed animals you want.” but the second the idea leaves his lips he laughs as if he didn’t mean it, even though those games were robbery in itself. “kidding. we can win them the boring way.”

Like at most island events, Cass had set up shop on the main row, flaunting warm drinks and Halloween-themed baked goods. But, with all the extra hands she’d taken on lately, there wasn’t much for her to do. The booth was manned, the tent was stocked, and the numerous venders slowed down sales exponentially. It wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, or unexpected, so when she left to walk around the square, she wasn’t feeling too much guilt. In fact, surrounded by the festivities, she allowed herself to get pulled into the fun. She had a caramel apple, or two, and some cider donuts that were out of this world, before wandering towards the rest of the booths. It wasn’t that she felt foolish playing games by herself, but a sense of strength in numbers had her careening towards her nephew as he walked by. “Hiro!” Cass said happily, catching his attention as she brushed her hair behind her ears. “Having fun? Busy?” She asked, both out of genuine curiosity and hidden motives. “I’m thinking of winning some new stuffed friends for Mochi, if you want to join?” @notsobighiro​

#🤖 i’m satisfied with my care. (interactions.) #🤖 interactions: aunt cass. #🤖 event: fall festival ‘20.