Flutura

“Can I feed my bugs at lunch?” Flute asked with a tilt of her head towards Rebecca once she returned; secretly relieved as she was quickly finding herself liking the teacher's awkwardly kind demeanour. “They just need a lot of meat, that's all. I don't know if you have a lot of that or...”

Nathan looked stressed, which she probably would've labelled under ‘miscellaneous fidgeting’ normally if she didn't recognize it from when she did it. Sending a few flies over to land on his desk and get his attention, she leaned slightly towards him from her desk and looked at him with what she hoped was an encouraging expression.

It wasn't—it was a blank, wide-eyed stare with a slight twinge of a smile—but she was trying her damned hardest, and her tone was similarly full of effort to sound comforting.

“It's okay. You can talk, Nathan. We won't laugh or anything.”

Xavier

While the others talked, Xavier stayed quiet a moment, debating on whether or not he should say something to Timothy. The boy clearly had delusions, but Xavier could tell just yet whether it would be productive to outright oppose them.

So he decided to remain quiet for now, peacefully observing his classmates. Then Matsuki unveiled his wings, and Xavier couldn't help but telekinetically feel them. He could tell right away how sharp they were. Fortunately, they couldn't cut his mind.

Matsuki would feel a faint pulling sensation as Xavier telekinetically plucked a loose feather, drawing it closer to himself. Not that it would help him observe it, what with the whole blindness thing. But it would keep others from accidentally touching it and cutting themselves.

"I have no questions, ma'am." Xavier replied to the teacher, still clearly focused on the feather. He spun it in the air with a thought, seeing how it responded to movement.

These might make useful weapons. Xavier mused. I'll definitely study these further.

Matsuki

Well it seemed Flutura was affected by her flies meeting their ends on Matsuki's feathers, and so he tilted his head a little and apologized himself, "No, I should be the one apologizing. I damaged the classroom, and killed your bugs...sorry, Flute."

Then the teacher came in and Matsuki had some trouble getting his wings to cooperate. He did detect she might not be happy with the damage he did, and he gulped a little to himself...

He then felt a slight prick and watched as one of his loose feathers was pulled out by Xavier. Huh, it seemed he was evaluating how sharp it was... A tilt of his head, and then Matsuki moved off of the wall enough and managed to get his wings moving - they seemed to furl back up and disappear into his back.

"S-Sorry about that, instructor..." He took his seat and then, seeing as this was Q&A time, he said, "Would it be alright if I need to leave suddenly? My mother has mental health problems she occasionally deals with, and she can end up in very precarious situations. I'm usually the only one able to get her out of the states she gets into."

Fiona

AS Fiona waited for One to hobble over, she wondered if there was anything to ask. There was the basic stuff, like dorms or roomies. Which was maybe important? Because, until they figured out how to control her powers or work something else out, she had... special needs. Hell, all of them probably did.

...eh, screw it.

"So how's dorms gonna get work? We getting roomies, or are we all getting our own space? I'm thinking it's that last one, but I just wanna be sure, yeah?"

Deedee

Deedee sat down on her seat and tried to fight the urge to slouch herself on it instead. She kind of managed it, slanting to the side just slightly. She took a pen and a sticker-covered notebook from her backpack to note whatever seemed important, but mostly to scribble down the locations of places. She wasn't planning on getting lost again, or worst, resorting to wrist watches and rhyme-based mnemonic devices to get around. Ugh.

"If we need help outside of class, you know, for whatever reasons, who do we talk to? Where can we go?" She hit a mental pitstop: Was the question too vague? Too obvious? Was she making sense to anyone but herself? "We didn't, uh, have conseling or anything like that at my school, that's why I ask."

Great, context. That should do it. Probably. She settled for munching the inside of her cheek instead of waiting for the answer.

Nathan

When the flies landed, Nathan almost leapt out of his chair. Barely stifling a scream, he jerked over to where they'd come from and felt his heart skip a beat at Flute's blank, wide-eyed stare.

She looks like she's gonna kill me... He swallowed thickly. She was probably right. They weren't going to laugh if he asked about...that.

They might be upset he asked...or mad...or the thought might scare them...but they wouldn't laugh.

Hopefully.

Nathan slowly raised his hand. Almost shaking, he swallowed back his fear and squeaked out, "A-are there any procedures for if...th-the school is... attacked by v-villains...?"

A pause. Then, Nathan's hand went right back in his lap and he looked at the floor, cheeks reddening. "Nevermindthatwasprobablyinsensitivesorry."

Flutura

“Well done,” Flute nodded at this, smiling at Nathan before diverting her gaze back forward again. “Very brave.”

It was also a good question, because she was a mite curious herself. She hoped they had decent defenses, because fighting villains sounded more bothersome to do in real life than movies showed it was. She'd much rather spend time with her bugs.

“I wonder who'd even wanna room with me if they could...” she idly murmured, talking to herself more than anything. “Nests get everywhere...”

Homeroom

Once Rebecca felt she'd received a good amount of questions, she began to answer them one at a time.

"First of all, Flutura, we are equipped to accommodate the dietary needs of your... passengers. Some of our students need to eat quite a bit, after all."

"Secondly, Matsuki. You're allowed to leave on short notice for any emergencies. Just make sure a member of staff knows about it."

"As for the question of dorms, each of your parents or guardians should have turned in a form already. The dorm rooms have been personally customized in accordance with the specifications on those forms. As for roommates, it depends on whether they checked off the option to allow roommates. I'm afraid I'm not privy to those forms myself."

"If you need to talk to someone, the school therapist, Dr. Gold, has her office open all day, every day. You'll actually be going to meet her after class."

"And finally, our procedures in case of a villain attack. It's a fair question, no need to feel bad, Nathan. Hey Iris, please say hello to the class."

Once Rebecca said that, a number of eyes opened up on the far wall. Ơ̷̖̦̘̟h̴̛̦̲̱͚͓̮͓͛͊̇̓͜͜!̶̗̙͓̣̊̅͂ ̶̨̭̻͍̹̼̪̳̄͐̅̔̇̈̚U̶̹͈̗̞̩̦͋̃̈́͛͘͘̕m̸͈̮̖̱̮̙̂́̓̌̀.̷̟͈̍̉̄̃̈́̆̆͠.̷̤̯̙͔̪̫͈̹̗̃͐̓̓.̶̛̹̬̲̗̱̑̑̍͆̕̚̕͝ ̴̠̭͎̈́̑̓̌̓h̴̡̭̯̣͉̮̓̇̌͒͛͠e̷̥̾͐̽͒̈́̚͘l̷̫̔͗̅͒̽̚l̸̺̹͖̠̰̙͎̠̔ǫ̸͇͕̞̆͑̿́͂́.̷̲̎̾ͅ.̷̠̭̩͆͑̽͝.̷̡̧͉̹̝̲̗̮̓́͝͝"̵̡̛͇̥͇͎̻̈̐̾̏͘

"Iris is our security officer. She's constantly monitoring the entire school building with those eyes of hers, even if you can't see them, and she's no slouch in a fight either. She'll keep you all safe."

Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Jan 11th 2021 at 9:56:51 AM

Fiona

...well. That answered that question. A lot of questions.

Maybe more than she wanted to think about.

Trying not to think about the walls opening up like some b-list horror movie, she turned to Deedee. It was something she'd been thinking about anyway, but it wasn't a bad way of keeping her brain focused on anything else.

"So, I don't know if your parents let you have roomies or anything, but mine kinda glossed over most of the forms and stuff and just checked everything off before signing the bigass line on the bottom. Like I said, I'm stuck in a tank all night cuz I'm on fire 24/7. And I kinda don't need sleep? Like, I do sleep, but it's 4 hours a week and it's always nightmares and crap. So I could really use someone to talk to. I guess what I'm asking is..."

God, how was she gonna ask this? Was this even a good idea? Like, what she'd think if she saw her? The real her? The suit was bad enough, but it'd be like staring at a freak show 8 hours a night at minimum.

But... she could really use someone to talk to. And from what Fiona could tell, she did too.

And she really liked the suit.

Maybe it could work?

"...wanna be roomies?"

Flutura

“Hear that? You're gonna be fed,” Flute smiled brightly to her bugs as they buzzed in response, and she cooed whilst gently stroking a beetle with her finger before nodding to Rebecca with a hint of gratitude. “Thanks. I think Mom and Dad checked off that box too, so I could have friends.”

At Iris' hello, she barely blinked merely waving to the sprouting eyes on the walls and nodding to them also.

“Hi, Iris. Thanks for protecting us from the bad guys and stuff.”

Lewis let out a small pop of a yawn and nodded.

"I don't think I need any specialty boardin'... Can't remember whether I checked for roommates or not. But hey it doesn't seem like it'd be a problem for some of ya."

But then the eyes appear on the wall and Lewis goes a little wide-eyed.

"W-whoawait! Is the building alive? Oh man that's awesome, the school's an intelligent locus!?"

William was admittedly a bit uncanny himself, but he still found Iris (he wondered if the name was chosen or coincidental) extremely disturbing. He did not like the idea of being perpetually watched, and was pretty shocked that Ms. Whats-Her-Name had added that detail with such nonchalance. "Pardon me, Ms, but did you say that ,er, well, that Iris is perpetually monitoring us. Isn't that a bit of a gross violation of our privacy. I mean, will she be watching us while we sleep or when using the restroom. don't you think that that's kind of, well, overkill. You make it seem like we're the one's you think are going to be causing trouble. I'm not sure I like this arrangement of things."

Edited by bobbitwormhobbitwyrm on Jan 11th 2021 at 10:09:55 AM

Deedee

'Dr. Gold, works all day every day.' read the page in obnoxiously glittery yellow ink. She didn't have to write it like that in order to remember it, or to actually care for what was written, moreso, she knew she'd forget about it come tomorrow, but it gave her a fleeting sense of normalcy. She used to use them all the time before becoming a trainwreck and being physically unable to pay attention to anything, and it was nice to have them back. After all was said and done, this was just another school, and just that's another wall with eyes, a wall with eyes, a wall with eyes—

Thankfully, Fiona snapped her out of it before she could hurl everything within reach at the poor person-wall. She felt a smile creeping up her face as the other spoke. "Yeah! Of course, I mean—Yes!" She covered her mouth quickly and eyed the teacher to check if she wouldn't get scolded for chatting. She was still answering questions, it seems. Deedee continued talking, albeit more quietly. "That'd be great. Don't, don't get me wrong, I do need sleep, but it makes me all irritable and groggy and the prospect scares me a little bit, so even if, if I want to, to help with bad dreams, I'd much rather stay up and talk to you. I, thank you. I'd like to be your roomie. I'll also get to see you out of your suit too! Not to, like, that's not, I sounded like a creep, sorry, I don't have to, you know, I'd never do if, if it made you, I'll, I'll close my eyes if that's what, I'll stop talking now."

She tried to pat her hands against her cheeks in a failed attempt to stop a blush from spreading even further. Did she really say that? They don't even know each other that much. What kind of person gets happy about something like that? What would Fiona think of her? What if she didn't wanted to share a room with her anymore? Why couldn't she stop blushing? How embarrassing...

Fiona

Did she... did she say... did she want to... but no-one wanted to...

Fiona was glad she was wearing the suit, because Deedee wasn't the only one blushing. She never thought anyone wanted to see her out of the suit, or at least they wouldn't if they knew. Hell, it's not like she wanted anyone to see. She looked like something out of Hellraiser or Tolkien!

But she already liked the suit. Most people didn't like the suit. Thought she was some creepy-ass killer robot or something. But... she liked it. She liked her.

She liked the suit and she knew about the tank and she stayed up near 24/7 and she liked her.

What wasn't to like?

"Um, hey, that's okay, yeah? Like, I don't know if I'd let any anyone else see, ya know? I mean, this thing already shows everything, but it doesn't show everything. So if you want to see everything—"

She stopped herself there. She clamped her hand over her mouth, blushing so hard, even her visor was red as a beat.

The fuck was coming out of her damn mouth?!

"UH, I MEAN, THAT'S GREAT! REAL GREAT! LIKE, SUPER GREAT! REALLY REALLY SUPER GREAT! EVERYTHING'S FUCKING GREAT!"

Fucking damn it to hell.

"Look. What I'm trying to say is, I don't know if I'd let anyone else see cuz I look like something the demon cat from hell dragged in, yeah? But I think we're both gonna see enough shit to make our eyes roll back in our heads. And hey, you already like the suit! Don't think anyone else does."

Edited by kkhohoho on Jan 12th 2021 at 11:39:10 AM

Nathan

"F-fair question...o-of course it is..." Nathan attempted a laugh. "I-I was silly for thinking it—"

And then he screamed and leapt out of his chair, pointing at the wall that had just grown several eyes. "THEWALLSHAVEEYES!" he shrieked, heart racing a mile a minute.

When Rebecca introduced the eyes as their security officer, Nathan felt his cheeks heat up. "O-oh...s-sorry, Miss Iris..." He awkwardly slid back into his seat and pulled his hood over his head, doing his best to not look anyone in the eye.

Deedee

She wasn't mad! Thank heavens. Deedee was about to laugh at the outburst and comment on how much they matched colors now, but frowned at that last sentence instead. Her voice got serious, and it took a couple of seconds and hand gesturing for her to find the words she was looking for. "You're not the suit."

She paused to let that sink in, before realizing it probably made no sense whatsoever on it's own. "Everything here terrifies me. Flute has her bugs, Xavier has telekinesis, Wings' wings are a literal flytrap, the walls have ears and eyes, and you're a sixth feet tall person who glows and could probably smother me in a second flat. My sense of survival is dead, but I'm not blind." 'No, but you're being very mean right about now. Such a mean, selfish, bad person, making people feel bad-' . She knocked her palm on her head for it to shut up. It probably made her look slightly deranged; It didn't matter, she was trying to speak. "I don't like your suit, I like you. Even if you're not as strong without it. Even if without the suit you still make me wonder if I'm going insane because I'm not running away from you. I'll still like you, because you're you, and you're kind and funny and not a suit, or a fireplace, or someone who'd hurt me. Because I know you won't, because I feel safe when you're around."

Deedee shut her eyes tightly. This wasn't the first time she said all those things today, so why did it matter so much now? She thought of Nathan, who had freaked out a second ago. He was thin, and insecure, and scared, and powerless about it. They weren't that different. "I can't do much. I'm not scary. But if I can help by being there and listening, then of course I will. It'd make me happy. It's not enough, but it'd make me happy."

Fiona

...holy hell.

She didn't like the suit. She never liked the suit. Least not because of the suit. Like, she liked the suit, but not the suit suit?

She liked her. She liked the suit because she liked her.

...and Fiona liked Deedee too.

"Uh, thanks. I think. That's the first time anyone's said that to me. Least since getting the suit. Most of the time, they treat me more like some experiment or a lost cause than anything else. But maybe that's cuz most of them were old men in lab coats and stuff, yeah? So maybe you got a point. But you shouldn't go selling yourself short either, ya know?"

Feeling the wall opening a little bit more, she stepped forwards, putting a hand firmly on Deedee's shoulder. "Cuz you're not weak. Maybe we haven't known each other long, but I can tell. Cuz you're also kind. Cuz you're also funny. And because, being around you, I start forgetting about all the bad stuff I don't wanna think about. People like you. And not just cuz you're a total ditz. I mean, half the class is a total ditz, but you're a special sort of ditz. So, you keep being you, and I'll try and stop thinking about... everything. Deal?"

Edited by kkhohoho on Jan 12th 2021 at 1:26:23 PM

Tim - Homeroom

A shiver traveled down Tim's spine when he saw the eyes in the walls open. Not because the walls had eyes, but because it meant he was being watched. Ah, the intrigues of the royal court. There was always someone keeping their eye on you, waiting for the best moment to strike you down. Is this why his family sent him here? To have him under surveillance? Did a mad relative want to get rid of him in order to obtain the crown? He would never get used to being a target, even though he knew it came with his much-envied position. But fortunately, he thought, constantly having to watch his back had led him to develop a keen sense of cunning. Raising his hand, he spoke:

"The bald boy is right! This is a gross violation of my privacy and can result in a diplomatic conflict. To guarantee my safety, I demand a guard that will be at my side at every moment of the day."

Homeroom

"̷̩͖͐̿͊̄I̴͚͑͆'̶͖̋̈́͊̿m̵͔̞͌͌̃͝ͅ ̵̮̾ņ̷̫̋̿͑ő̶͖̲t̸̡͔̭͗ ̸͔̆̓͗͗ȁ̶͕͙ ̸̲̹̤̙͑̈́͒b̵͓̗̯͙̆ü̶̡̢̲̊͊̈́i̵̖̱̿l̶͓̯̟̩̂d̴͚̗̫̪̈́̊̕ȉ̸͖n̴͖̙͔̚g̶̡͈̳̾̎̊͂.̸̳̈́̉̈.̴͈̞͛̈̄.̷̺̈͑͌̌"

"That's really all you're going to say?" Rebecca questioned.

"̴̺͚̰͐Ỳ̴̟̳̕o̸͈̰̞͑͗ų̶̥͍̂͠ ̴̼͗͌̀͝k̴̭͈͑n̷̼̠̳͗o̴̘͋̐̑͝w̸͖͖͖̓͜ ̴͔̓̃̆̋I̸̠͈͘ͅ ̴̥̞̣̑̈́̀͒g̶̬̤͔̯̈́̚ȅ̵̟̝̏t̵̺̂̒͐͝ ̶̧͓͗̎̑͠ạ̷̲̄͌͗͜n̵̥͒̀̍͊x̶̭͇̲̅ï̷̻͗̀o̷̤̞͙̹̽ũ̸̡̺͉̝̈́s̸͉̔ ̴̛̳̤̘̈́͐̄t̸̯̬̋̋͜a̷̡̅͌̕͝l̴̰̺̺̤̈́̕ḱ̴̢̤̖͙͂i̶̩̲̜̞͑ǹ̵̩͑̔ḡ̴̢̤̃̋͘ ̴̙̦̱̈́̓͛̚t̸̻̭̅̓o̵̡͙͕̤̐͐͗ ̸͔̠͈̏͗̆͝g̷̫̬͔̈́́̅r̷̗̊ô̶̺̗͜ủ̷͎̒͐̎p̴͍̙̤̎ş̵̳͋͋ ̵̥̓̕̚ľ̸̫͝i̴̼̦͇̗̋̒k̵̛͕̞̖͐̿̃ë̶̢̱̄̄́ ̶̘̮́̌t̶̤͠h̶̻̦̘͓̽̈i̶̻̳̰͘͜ŝ̵̛̤̦̞͘͜!̸̰̙̝̖̈́̀"̵̢̬̄͑

"Fine. I guess I'll do the explaining then. Iris... is a being who doesn't quite exist on this plane of reality. I can't claim to fully understand it myself, but her eyes are the connection between her reality and ours."

Once that was cleared up, the issue of privacy came into play.

"̷̡̖̙̳̕I̶͈̒̌̾'̷̡̋͌̋ͅm̶̘̋͂͠ ̸̝͆̅̕a̷̢̠̳̒͌́͜ ̵̧̭̦̀͂́ĺ̵̠̗̫̞̾à̶̹̯̗̤̀̿d̷̺̫̜̑y̸̜͙̋̀̽̕,̷̠̂̏̑̕ ̵̙̳͕̬̒̆n̶̤̜͈͑́̾̀o̵͇͕̊͝t̶̝̺̟̮̎̃ ̷̱̔̐̕a̷͉̺͂̐͜͝ͅ ̷̦̓͐̅ͅv̸͉̌̈́o̵̰̝̓̅̄y̵̖̖̓ẻ̵͖̲͊ͅu̶̡̲̱̔͂r̴̲̐́̕͜ͅ!̶̙͌̀̓̊!̴̳̀͝͠"̶̢̙̅̐̇ͅ

"Don't get worked up, it's my fault for not explaining it better. We're not going to be violating your privacy. Iris is basically serving the same function as a security camera, albeit one that can intercede when things go bad. The restrooms and dorm rooms are completely private. The therapist's office too."

"̷̟͓̒͋͋̚ͅȊ̷̯̻͝ ̷͎̲̾͆w̷̧͍̖̌̓ą̵̢͚̙͂͑̂͝s̶̢͂ ̵͙̒h̴̰͙̄̌̽ù̴̹͈̯͌m̵̡̬͚̻̏å̸̧̹̯͌ņ̷͈̹͂͗ ̸̹̱͎͔̈́̊̓̓ǫ̸̗̱̽̊̚ͅň̵̮̻c̷̢̰̬͇̐e̶̠̅,̶̦̽͒ ̵̩͖͔̾y̵͍͉̌ö̴͚͕́́͠ų̶̳̗͔̔͋ ̴̟̥̘̠̏̀̆̈́k̶͙̱̠͋̾̿n̸̛̲̜̫̈̑͗ó̵̗̭w̸̰̝̄̕.̴̡͕̺͋̈͒ ̵̡̯̯̍I̶̡̛͑̄̍ ̷͉̦̂͑͋h̶̺̜͚̒͗̚a̴̠̻̓͌v̶̨̨͐͝e̴̘͌ ̵̣͖̫̂c̴̮̓̈́̏͝o̵̭̩̺̱̽̓͌͘m̸̼̓̾͐͜͠m̶̡̥̱͈̿o̸̿ͅṅ̶̖͉̳̟ ̸̨̮͚͓͆̓d̸̹̳͊e̷̠̘̬͋̃̂c̶͚͈̏̚e̶̛̬͚̒̀̈́ņ̷̙̊̈́͝ċ̵͓y̴̳̿̎.̸̹̲́̚"̵͇̈́̑͜

Edited by PossiblyQuiteInsane on Jan 12th 2021 at 11:00:32 AM

"Oh okay. Still, elder god security network is really neat!"

Lewis does a thumbs-up towards one of the eyes before looking around.

"Also is it just me or does it sound like suit girl and sleep eater girl have kinda hit it off real well already? It's cute!"

Matsuki

Well.

It seemed that something was going on with Ms. Iris. He tilted his head a bit. It WAS quite a bit strange, and honestly Matsuki could understand why the others were kind of freaking out like they were. But while the others were more than understandably unsettled and only then reassured - Matsuki just nodded through it all and accepted it. Not even giving any indication Iris frightened him or even gave him pause.

She wasn't the building, which would've just made things awkward!

I saw Father get frustrated after work and take it out on Mom. It's not so scary having our teacher be some sort of being like this. Really, it's kind of relatable to me. You just have to think of it a certain way.

Edited by NickTheSwing on Jan 13th 2021 at 12:51:58 PM

Flutura

“It's nice they made friends...” Flute nodded in agreement to Lewis, taking a second to glance over at Deedee and Fiona as they chatted away. “It was really quick. That must be a good thing, right?”

Iris' assurances (as difficult to comprehend as they were) warranted a slight smile, and she again tried to wave at the eyes while they lingered in an effort to assure the eldritch security system.

“Thank you, Iris. Again. It's really important you do that stuff. I don't mind being watched too much either... it's assuring.”

Though the others had brought up the privacy issue, which gave her a second's pause. But Iris seemed almost indignant at the thought of it, so Flute decided to put faith in her sense of humanity for her not to peep.

“I don't wanna be too locked away,” Flute found herself saying seemingly out of the blue, casting her dull gaze over to Rebecca now. “I mean we'll probably be in the same area anyways, but I like knowing there's people around close. Knowing Iris is there is nice, but...”

She halfheartedly shrugged, fidgeting a little as she gestured towards her classmates as if they were somehow behind a glass shield.

“Will they be nearby, even if I don't have a roommate?”

Deedee

Deedee knew she was probably smiling like an idiot. She couldn't unpack everything that was said, so she took how it felt instead and held onto it tightly. There was a warm feeling growing in her belly. The hand on her shoulder felt like some sort of weighted blanket, making everything sound fine, and true, and OK. Her cheeks were reddening again. She wouldn't mind getting used to this. At all. "Deal."

Did someone call them cute? "We aren't—hold on, Sleep Eater sounds kinda neat." She raised her hand to address Miss Raleigh. "Somewhat unrelated, but are we getting superhero names? What if we choose a dumb one, can we change it? What about masks and suits? I don't need one, but I would really like one. Will we learn how to fight and use weapons too?"

She tried to get closer to Fiona's ear—which, even if she was sitting, was still hard—so Deedee settled for kneeling on her own chair and stretching her neck as much as she could. Not very secretive, but the intention was there. "I'm gonna get a gun to scare away any old men in labcoats." Even if she tried really hard to sound serious, her smile gave the bluff away. "I won't shoot them, but it'll give you time to think of a better plan."

Fiona

"I mean, one look at me and they'll be running scared shitless anyway—"

...waitaminute.

Did they say they were...

...oh fucking God.

"Hey, i-it's not like that, ya know?! We're just friends! Really good friends! Nothing wrong with being friends, yeah?"

She took a step back. Needed to breathe. Like, sure, it wasn't that big a deal. But even though she was on fire 24/7, she still felt hot under the collar. She needed something to mix things up. Help her think about anything else. She turned to candy boy, finally giving the walking confectionary the time of day.

"You know, you don't start shaping up, someone's gonna rip off your mouth and stick it up your ass or something. Or maybe eat it for dessert. I mean, not like I'd do it, but you look pretty damn tasty."

Edited by kkhohoho on Jan 13th 2021 at 1:31:21 PM

"Pardon me ms." said William "But I don't feel like your analogy is entirely accurate. Most security cameras are not monitored in perpetuity. Also, they certainly aren't capable of causing significant harm at a moment's notice. I mean, imagine if instead of Iris here, you had regular security cameras with autonomous guns mounted on top of them, surely you would find that to be untenable, so why is Iris' presence any less absurd?"

Edited by bobbitwormhobbitwyrm on Jan 13th 2021 at 7:14:34 AM