[b]Anthrozine:[/b] [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: Problem is we don’t have real information on her yet, just takes [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: Nobody even knows this girls real name [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: If we could get that, we could get ahead of everything and we can control that narrative, Junta can I get you to [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: Pope, you got this? [b]IAmWhatIAm[/b]: I would be proud to be your second choice on this [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: Have less dual loyalties dickhead then we’ll talk [b]IAmWhatIAm[/b]: You get what you pay for [b]AnthrozineEditorYork[/b]: Amateur means ‘does it out of love’ and we got plenty of love here [b]NumbToNothing[/b]: yeah but 3V’s hogging it all right now [b]3V[/b]: Yes. Give me all your love. [b]3V[/b]: I will not be sharing. [b]Bondi:[/b] “You got your family separated and enslaved?” She asks, completely credulous. “How’d you do that?” [b]York:[/b] “Pope’s got some androids to talk to about some civil rights stuff. Arguing a case that the mod blacklist could prevent things like bricking your wifi because it’s non-standard and that counts against self-defense and medical protections, apparently they forgot to work around that. But - I know some of you met Zhang Ho before, you want me to- Fuck it.” [b]LetsGoHo[/b]!: HEY [b]LetsGoHo[/b]!: WHAT AM I NOT ALLOWED TO DO TOMORROW [b]LetsGoHo[/b]!: I AM OUT OF FUCKS SO IF YOU WANT ME TO HAVE ANY I WILL HAVE TO BORROW SOME FROM YOU [b]Dudekov[/b]: He’s not awake yet, and Chase Black is coming in a few minutes, probably by gunship. Normally that’s just to drop them off, but in this case… Make a plan, cover what’s already happened, and wake the guy up. This is your one chance to discuss amongst yourselves what your angle of approach while he’s still too punch-drunk and concussed to understand what’s being said in front of him. [b]Fiona and Hazel[/b]: “Uh.” Fiona moves in. “Hi.” Hazel grunts. She’s going through the storage shelves assessing everything. She’s not so organized to use a clipboard, she’s just impulsively thinking of what she could want or need moment to moment and trying to see if it already exists in a place she’d think to look at it. “Well. I’m Fiona.” “Sure.” Hazel looks out. “Hazel Belle-Fleur. I’m working.” Every fibre of Fiona’s being tells her to not act like a fucking [i]landlord[/i] about this interaction so she grits her teeth and swallows it back, moving to a workbench she can unload her new legs on. “Same. What are you working on.” “Nothing, yet. That’s what I’m working on.” Hazel looks over. “You her girlfriend or something?” “Or something.” Fiona starts twisting and unbuckling her legs from the frame and wincing in pain with each strap. “Hers? Which one? Reds?” “Red? Yellow.” Hazel furrows her brow. “I need to get used to that.” “Yeah, takes a bit.” Fiona shrugs. “Easier when you’re not introduced to the idea in the shower and it’s a totally different person acting like it’s not. Because they’re not, but, you don’t know that yet.” She sighs. “So you’re the new friend, then.” “Do we have to be friends?” Hazel raises an eyebrow. “That wasn’t part of the deal. I’m just here to make a dragon.” “Ah. Got it.” Fiona says. Finally, with one last grunt, the legs are fully up on the worktable. Hazel flitters out from the stats to literally hover behind Fiona’s shoulders with a disgusted look. “Not very aesthetic, is it?” “Nope.” Fiona grins. “Way overengineered too, for safety reasons, lots of redundant power it's not using. There’s already a ton of extra give in the motors, I don’t even have to replace anything. I just need to strip the physical limiters out, throw enough extra batteries in to feed the burst, and I should be able to kick a hole through a cinderblock wall with these if I need to. I was thinking of running or jumping but it’s really only good for short, brute force hits.” Hazel considers that. “A good start. But then it still looks like… this.” “Yeah. But it’ll work.” “You’re not going to build this back up from scratch?” Hazel asks, surprised, looking back at the shelves. “But you have everything you need here to make something actually good. Full encasement, something that actually looks personalized, not just…” She squints at the back of Fiona’s neck. “You’re using haptics when you have a direct neural link? That’d solve all your problems if you want to get it fine-tuned for running and jumping.” Fiona brushes hair hair to cover her neck better and keeps looking forward so Hazel can’t see her face from where she’s hovering. “Yes, but this is something I can do tonight.” “But it’s all you’re going to do with it, isn’t it?” “Probably.” Hazel nods, and both of them understand exactly what it means when she flies away. Fiona is [i]unworthy[/i]. Fiona [i]doesn’t get it[/i]. The fact that she is technically capable only makes this failure more embarrassing and more personal.