[b]Orange and Black![/b]

It's Orange who sits opposite Mr. Merkin. Black is sitting across the room, slightly back and to the side, just out of eyesight. It's a quietly threatening pose, like a cat crouched and ready to pounce.

"I understand, Mr. Merkin," said Orange. "But before we begin, I need you to be as explicit as you can be about your trigger words and phrases. This conversation has the potential to become [i]quite[/i] involved." One, two, one-third spoonfuls of sweetener into her tea, each measurement precise to the grain. She lets the smile and verbal emphasis imply that she is, in fact, an operator and not an innocent caught up in the middle of things. 

She could see a shape behind Mr. Merkin, a vast hidden social structure which leaned down to interface with a human being in this specific way. And that was Orange's function. Green saw patterns in mathematics, Black saw patterns in how people moved and looked around. Orange saw patterns in human institutions and bureaucracies. She comprehended [i]organizations[/i], societal movements, heirachies and the complex computing processes of the limited liability corporation.

And this is more relevant to her than almost anything Mr. Merkin [i]can[/i] talk about. You can learn a lot from a silhouette.

[b]Yellow![/b]

"I like that," said Yellow. "Getting to see the full geometry of a... place, once you strip away what's on the outside." She breezed past your back, hand brushing over your shoulders. "Curious little thing, aren't you?"

She steps behind the counter. Opens drawers, looks in boxes, looks through the contents of your kitchen. And you can see some part of yourself in those movements. Somehow she's internalized a little bit of your fascination for the forbidden and secret and you can see her echoing that. Enjoying this in the way that [i]you[/i] enjoy it. Taking in a little part of what you shared with her and integrating it into herself.

"Naturally," she said, turning about and winking, "I'm happy to return the favour in kind if there's anything [i]you[/i] want to explore."

[b]Pink![/b]

"Oh, the cops want him [i]super[/i] dead," said Pink. "Like we should send him to [i]Earth[/i] dead."

Can Pink be trusted with a secret? It was never a question of capability. Pink may think in terms of abstract creative shapes but she's no child. She runs on the same quatronic core as the rest of them and her capabilities are shockingly similar. No, the question for Black when building her conspiracy was never one of capacity, it was always one of motivation. Can she be trusted not to side with White? And while Pink might not look like it she probably hates authority more than the rest of them put together. 

She's a strange influence on the rest of them, a mind made to fit gods and legends. To her the [i]aesthetic[/i] of overthrowing a tyrant regime is itself justification. To her, justice isn't an ethical argument, it's [i]satisfying[/i] on a primordial level. She loves socialism for atmospheric reasons, wants utopia as an artistic project. 

"And I think Earth's gotta be it," she said. "The level of off the grid this guy needs isn't in Big Circle 01's capacity to maintain."