[b]Pink![/b]

"Hm," she struggled to find the words. "If you're making art [i]for [/i]your parents. Then you're fucking up if you make it too horny. Not that people shouldn't make horny art. But when you're trying to talk to people through art you have to be able to speak to them in words they can understand. In symbols they can relate to. A little old lady trying to sit at the front of a bus. Straight marriage but for the gays. Using little plastic blocks to explain shapes to babies. Some people don't want to listen to the math teacher talking about the latest frontiers of the art, they want her to explain what the textbook means. Crystal's got a good sense of how to talk to different audiences, and I don't think that being able to talk to different groups is something to regret. A community so insular it can only talk to itself is... vulnerable."

[b]Red![/b]

"No, shit, sorry - I just fuckin' [i]knew [/i]Merkin," said Red. "And I'm pretty sure he got [i]whacked[/i], man. You pull up his fuckin' murder from a few weeks ago while I'm still looking over my shoulder in case anyone wants to talk to me about it and I basically jumped out of my skin. I get that modern is relevant but maybe fucking anonymize the month old death before wisecracking about it, my dude."

Red delivered that as fluidly as anything, but no other colour would have been able to do that. They'd have crumpled under the weight of having fucked up. Red's blind to her functionality because it doesn't make sense to her that she couldn't do this.

[b]Green![/b]

Every head turns to face her.

"What!?" she said. "I could make more colours. I just don't want to."
"We're just nine," said Brown.
"You sure we don't need an Idiocy?" teased Yellow.
Green looked her dead in the eyes. "We already have one."
Yellow perished.
"In seriousness, I've got more... ideas, up here," said Green, touching her head. "But they're undeveloped. Sometimes they merge or split or eat each other. I need them to be extremely broadly capable to operate an independent body so I don't tend to split them off until one gets so intense it's almost taking over my entire personality."
"We have less indecision," said Black. "But more conflict. When two colours are at odds it can bring everything to a halt while they have it out. There's no central authority to resolve disputes so problems are managed through an endlessly rotating series of cliques, political parties and right hands fastidiously ignoring left hands."