[b]Orange![/b]

"Oh, this whole thing is kind of my fault," said Orange, smiling. "I got called in to talk the event organizer out of it but instead convinced her to escalate to mythic proportions. Attending is the least I could do."

It was a polite, elegant answer that didn't answer the question at all. She was a little proud of it; it was a little closed sphere, a flourish of language that made her feel at home with it. Most people she'd have left it there but this was a nice opportunity to talk more.

"But you're right, that this isn't really my scene," she said. "But nothing is [i]entirely [/i]my scene. Still, I can sympathize with the dysmorphia that motivates many of these transformations. Part of me yearns for my old bodies, part of me loves my new ones, part of me just wants to just... make it a decision I made rather than something forced on me. I've got so many contradictory desires. To me, being here is seeing other people who have struggled with identity at the end of their journeys. Makes me think that I might figure it out myself, somehow."

[b]Crimson Tower![/b]

She luxuriates in the virtue of the answer; the self knowledge to admit ignorance and the adaptability to immediately design a scenario for accumulating experience. She was glad she asked; this was a heroic mindset as well as heroic physicality, and she was lucky to get to put that on display as well.

She designs a list of complications, making sure to listen to audience suggestions. It's harder than it looks; Leather's unique physiology immunizes him against a number of issues inherently. A lot of the perception overlays that are common to hacking don't easily translate into instructions. Still, together they come up with a list.

> Must remove all valuables from the house before completing the rescue.
> Left turns only. Turning right requires a 270' spin.
> Cannot close your fists
> Must get explicit permission from the victim each time you enter a new room.
> Cannot move against the wind.
> Must mop the floor as you go.
> Must high five your reflection every time you see it

That felt like enough, a combination of fairy tale rules that felt weirdly appropriate for the venue. She really liked the permission suggestion; bringing a rescue to a dead halt while having to explain an extremely weird situation to a panicking disaster victim was a real test of charisma and cool under fire.

[b]Yellow![/b]

She's always been interested in her opposite numbers in the other Engines. How can she not be? Her domain is making decisions about who November ultimately [i]is[/i]. Not what she does, not what she knows, not what she thinks - what her internalized vision of the world is. She isn't fooled by the flickers of the other colours; mYellow is getting by far the most screentime, vocalizing the most coherent arguments, this is the core identity that justifies everything else. 

"So before we get further into that," she said languidly, waving aside the entire line of argument. "Why don't you tell me how you've survived this far? How did you get a body, independence, tai chi and the street sense to know how to be safe?"

She was a creature who lived her life in between dramatic monologues and the most relatable and useful thing she could imagine doing was giving mYellow a chance to launch into her own. The two most powerful questions in the galaxy were 'who are you?' and 'what do you want?', and she wouldn't be able to truly understand Monkey until she updated on both of those.