Is that so? Well, I'm glad to hear that! It's been a while since I've seen ol' Strythos, we have some catching up to do.
(the minotaur sits back, looking over the forest... and then something clicks)
Say... where are the settlements of this place? I would imagine they would be visible, considering the size of its average denizens...
Sam is also in the forest, earbuds in and listening to something. Presumably music, given the way she's nodding her head to a beat. For the first time since she's arrived, she's dressed in more casual clothes instead of her uniform, and she doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to where she's going.
(Titters softly, hobbling back a bit to leave room for the large robot to walk in.)
Oh, but there will much touching, I'm afraid.
…
(Wheelchair looks on, not looking nearly as excited about this as her cohorts, judging by how droopy those big ol' red eyes are.)
...She wants to be let go, she's asking. The others didn't ask.
(Now looks rather conflicted about this.)
That's because we sedated them, Caroline. Now clear the way, why don't you. I have a very good feeling about this...
(The robot starts to walk them into the scary technology room as the science gals slowly disperse.)
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019Ghhhh!!
-She locks eyes with Yvette, looking terrified-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Sam paused, pulling a smartphone out of her pocket and stopping whatever she was playing. She pulled one of her earbuds out and looked around her. She doesn't notice Eires, since her sweep mostly covered things on ground level, and she sighed.
"It's kinda rude to just watch someone from a distance, you know," she said in an elevated voice, pulling the other earbud out and tucking the headphones into her pocket with her phone.

(The pale-eyed albino
◊ is ecstatic at this development, jumping up and down like an excitable dog.)
Oh good, good!
...What's a deficient?
(The red-eyed albino
◊ sighs in exasperation, putting a finger to her temple.)
Essentially, a person whose faculties are—
T—... hh... t— t-two o-o-of thhhhhhem...
(The chubby, wheelchair-bound albino
◊ points, hand quavering a bit.)
(The tall, lithe woman
, seemingly the only one with normal pigmentation, slowly strides over to the entrapped Yvettes.)
Well, now, two deficients for the price of one. Were there room in my life for such superstitions, I would call this an unseasonably lucky catch.
make it through this year if it kills you yet | 2001-2019