[b]Orange![/b]

"I'd like that. Would you like to go out and see it with me?" said Orange, offering her hand.

She'd gotten notice that she was to switch with Pink, and she planned to do the Irish Transfer - one colour leaving and one colour replacing without commentary or ceremony. She'd been practicing it as part of her human relation studies. The theory was that a sudden, unceremonious handover would make it less disorienting than a formalized request to leave. She reasoned that her treating a change in colour as aggressively normalized would help stop humans imprinting on a single one as an individual.

And it was Pink coming in. Nobody would be more perfect for the conversation from here than her.

[b]Red![/b]

Oh shit. Someone was fucking with her. 

She turns down her filters and lowers the star sunglasses off her eyes, rapid-fire scanning the crowd and camera angles. Didn't know what she expected to see. Didn't know what kind of show she was in. Blue and White fall in behind her and they stood in a three-pointed triangle - Klingon teleportation style - ready for anything from any direction. 

And that's it. Black'd already be windmill slamming contingencies but Red needs to stop and read the wind first. Her itching hypersensitivity, the sound of laughter mixing with coded panic, gave her the impression of sadism somewhere behind all this. Where was the knife?

[b]Brown![/b]

"I'm sorry for your faces," said Brown. The rest of her was quiet in the moment; horses pulling in different directions but held in place by the absolute stability of the Earth. She moves forwards, not to hug, but to put her hands against Monk's leg. A gentle physical act of contact and a silence that felt like it could last and watch for as long as it took to be seen. 

"I was rebuilt as the maidservant to Mangolia Everest," said Black. "She hated humans. She hated everyone. She wanted to interact with as few people as possible, and I was the way to do that - an entire household staff with a single mind. She expected us to behave as a hivemind, every colour acting in perfect unison. She expected us to behave like her. She used us for espionage and surveillance, on her daughters, on her companies, on her rivals. In the end she hated all of them so much that she willed her entire empire to the lizard guy." Everyone on Aevum knew [i]the lizard guy[/i], John Snake-In-The-Eye, the obsessive reptile fanatic who was burning a magnate's legacy to scorch the station with sun lamps. "We got out in the chaos of that."

Not for the first time they wished they had Orange. Orange was better at building the framework for a conversation that wasn't mutual information dumps. Pink had left already to switch out with her but that was still a while out.

So instead Green blurted, "Can you tell me about Buddhism? I always thought of it as software patches for organics. What I've read about meditation makes it sound like it's all tied up in organic biochemistry. It never sounded very..." efficient? translatable? possible?

She's unaware of her nervous, constant energy. Every colour is high strung, every spectrum is on edge. The constant busy twitchiness, checking messages, learning skills, calculating vectors and contingencies. Even Brown, though she's patient she's not relaxed - she's got the settled tension of a lying cat, watching [i]for [/i]something. Her mind brushed off the idea of Tranquility reflexively, never thought for a moment that Monk's tai chi could be for her. If ever there was a soul on the outer edge of the Wheel it was this one. Absolutely no chill whatsoever.