July Test Drive Meme!

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JULY 2022 TDM

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IMAGE DESCRIPTORS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE
Prompt One
[Image One: Colorful paper lanterns shaped like jellyfish lit up and hovering in the air. ]
[Image Two: A person with long hair wearing a crown dedicated with shells and rocks. ]

Prompt Two
[Image One: A GIF of waves breaking roughly out in the middle of the ocean. ]
[Image Two: Strong waves crashing into a lighthouse and rocks. ]

Prompt Three
[Image One: A large Ningen (a sea creature that is half human, half monster, and has no face except for a large slit for a mouth) towering over a deep sea diver. ]
[Image Two: A person standing out on the rocks with their arms out stretched as the tentacles of a large sea monster wave in the air above the ocean. ]

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STANDARD ARRIVAL

WHEN: August
WHERE: The Farther Shores/The Boardwalk
CONTENT WARNINGS: N/A

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You're one of the lucky ones. Your journey is smooth sailing and you wind up exactly where you're supposed to: on the Farther Shores. You grow out of your squid body without a hitch, either with the help of another Sleeper or one of the Wakers, and you get to discover this new world. All new Sleepers might take some time to find their bearings. It might be tricky to remember how to use your body parts the way you're supposed to. You might stumble around the beach or forget how to talk - but don't worry! It'll come back to you sooner or later.

Hopefully, you've found something to wear, either in your Welcoming Bag or otherwise, and can start familiarizing yourself with your surroundings. Maybe you help some other squids out on the beach. Waking up sucks! You feel for the little guys. And hey, maybe you're hoping one of those squids is a good friend...Stranger things have happened.

SEASONAL DETAILS ON THE BOARDWALK
This month has an entire festival dedicated to Mariana. The people of Trench seem to be quite enamoured with her, despite her often cruel and unpredictable behaviors. The festival has gone all out with decorations. The boardwalk will be lined with lanterns in the shape of various sea creatures, such as jellyfish, dolphins, seahorses, and (of course) squids! These lanterns will be lit every night throughout the month and will burn through the night. They are bright beacons to a month that is otherwise becoming more and more gray and chilly as time passes.

The people of Trench are also decked out for the occasion. Blues and greens are the popular color choices for outfits, and many people will even decorate their hair with pieces from the ocean. Whether it's with full headpieces that are worthy enough for mermaids or just something as simple as weaving shells into a braid, everyone seems to have something on them that ties them to the sea. There are stalls set up to help newcomers (or oldies who just want to have some fun) decorate their hair as well and face paint for those who want to go the extra mile.

The festival comes with all sorts of celebrations that can be partaken in at absolutely no cost. There are food vendors, though they seem to be short on seafood this month. Likely it's due to the rough seas with waves so treacherous that not even the most skilled of sailors seems to be able to get out into them. They'll remark on how difficult is must have been to swim to shore in those awful waves. So instead of fish and shrimp, there are other sea-dedicated dishes: seaweed salad, noodle dishes made with seaweed broth, caramelized chicken in a fish and ginger sauce, etc. There are also ocean themed desserts, such as cupcakes with blue frosting shaped to look like a great wave. There are games such as dunk tanks, dart balloons, ring tosses, and other typical carnival entertainment. If you can think of it, it's probably there. At the end of the night, there's often a fireworks display over the rolling waves.

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rough seas and high winds

WHEN: Last Week of July, First Week of AugustT
WHERE: Beach and Nearby Oceans
CONTENT WARNINGS: Threat of drowning, severe weather phenomena, Environmental hazards, possible death

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For some reason, Mariana is particularly wrathful even as the month begins. Even leaking into the end of the month of July, the sea begins to foam and rage in ways that are almost impossible to imagine. As you stare out int the beachheads, you may see vast waves and surf that would daunt the most professional of surfers. Water crashes into each other in colossal spouts. Waterspouts can be seen as storms occasionally buffet the coastline and just out into the ocean itself. However, the one thing about this chaotic energy is that it is just that, chaotic. One moment the sea may be calm, and the next it is a roiling, seething force out to destroy everyone.

This is, naturally, dangerous for those who are just hapless squids trying to reach shore. They may find themselves inexorably being flung towards sharp rocks and shoals, threatened with being dashed upon the stone near to the coast, or they may find themselves constantly swirling in eddies and whirlpools to the point of near exhaustion. However, they are not the only ones so threatened. Even those on the coast are in near constant danger of being washed right back out to see by an unexpected wave and sudden rip-tide. There are wood planks and other detritus to grab hold of, but it is very much a battle for one's life out there!

The sea's rage, the locals say, is because Mariana is particularly incensed over something that occurred. They do not know what exactly, but many have said that sleepers have felt a particular brunt of this ire lately. For now, it is a game of survival and a constant battle to bring people in safely.

Notes:
-Any natural weather occurrence is possible in the first week of August and last of July. Seemingly impossible combinations may occur (A waterspout in the middle of the eye of a hurricane, almost anything.
-These threats will be upon anyone who is not far enough inland to enjoy the festivities. The beach is not truly safe and sleepers are hustled inland quickly.
-Death is possible, though sleepers who die in the ocean find themselves returning very quickly as squids for some reason, within 24 hours, only to be threatened again before they eventually find shore.

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of monsters in the water

WHEN: Throughout August
WHERE: The coast and waterways
CONTENT WARNINGS: Monster Horror, Possibly Getting Eaten, Threat of bodily harm, Unnatural Physiology, Existential Dread

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Something has been dredged up from the deep by the storms that rage. It is said that Mariana not only presides over the oceans, but also the most powerful monsters that dwell within the deep. Some of these, it is believed, may be the remains of Pthumerians whose minds and lives were lost during the hard times before, or the spawn of their mating with things other than humans. Whether these rumors are true, eldritch things have begun to emerge from the depths and darkness, things best left unseen.

Throughout the month of August, it is possible to encounter creatures that can only be described as monsters emerging from the water. With every passing storm, another emerges. Some are as large as small kaiju, while others are closer to human size, and each shares very little in common with the others, save for two particular details. The first of these is that they are all aquatic in nature and bear at least a passing similarity to sea monsters of ancient legend or particularly large and dangerous aquatic animals. Giant cuttlefish, Megalodons, Plesiosaurs, Octopi, Sea Cucumbers, Whales, or any of a number of other sea creatures appear to be their basis. The other similarity, however, is that all are hideously and grotesquely deformed. Tentacles, second rows of teeth, great clawed hands and feet enabling them to walk on dry ground, a thousand eyes all over the hump of a hunchback whale all shooting laser beams in the full moon, almost anything seems to be possible, though the changes are all chtonically horrendous in nature.

These creatures are violent, dangerous, and horrifying to behold. Just looking at them jars the mind and threatens to damage one's psyche while they try to understand what they are seeing. Bones are in seemingly impossible angles, bodies moving in ways that they shouldn't. Just looking at them can cause nausea, vertigo or mental breaks, though the danger does not stop there. They are agents of chaos, seeking to destroy mind or body, on a rampage whenever they reach ground, though they do not delve far into Trench beyond the waterways and beach, almost as if they are prevented by something. When one strays too close, an ominous light glows from the tops of the tallest spires in the city and they are inevitably repelled, but until they are killed or sent back to the deep from whence they came, they remain a threat outside of the city.

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CODING

Comments

[robussy]

[ what 2B sees before her is a woman. she blinks, feels the strain in her brows beginning to pull, then flattens them clean to mask her shock as much as disorientation. perhaps her functions are not fully recovered. perhaps there is something in her vision that's breaking up her responses. she gives it another momen— a proper analysis.

she's still there. standing. she says her name. 2B. she's dressed in a way that completely resembles human, with the ancient denim and bold, supposedly humorous text. her hair is longer. she is missing an eye. they still share an uncanny resemblance when it came to their faces and metal chassis.

2B is not hostile. she knows the truth, and their last encounter was a promise. despite how much 2B seems like she's in full control of her voice box, present within it is a faint tremor, soothing into an inverted gasp. she doesn't know what she's looking at but at the same time begs to hide the question beneath an otherwise steady tone— ]

. . . A2.

[ pod pips up: Negative. Life form contains organic components. a subtle crease happens upon the bridge of her nose, a kink in her otherwise sleek glance: she's confused, and growing increasingly so, but more than she really admits to showing. she's seen the biggest blow to her today: humans.

what does she do with this? ]

[hauntedsavior]

[she's not stunned too deeply into silence, no, but she's surprised to hear that the pod has picked her out so cleanly. she'd never had a pod herself, of course, but she smiles at it and gives it a friendly point of her finger.]

Almost. I look like her and I have a lot of her memories inside my head, but... well. Call me Anna. [and she extends a hand towards 2B instead, not immediately expecting she'll know what a handshake is. it's absolutely A2's hand.]

It involves soul magic and memories, and it's a whole bunch of patchwork stuff all coming together at once. I remember her killing you, but I know it was a mercy. And if I'm honest, I was kind of expecting your soul to show up in my sister's body. [well, she still hasn't gotten any fucking better at not overwhelming people, has she.]

...That's a lot, huh.

[robussy]

[ well, anna is one the money with one thing! while pod might vibrate with its version of bewilderment, 2B doesn't take it as an invitation to shake. that sort of gesture is unnatural to her, and that, coupled with . . . the rest . . . is noteworthy. her lips keep slightly agape at the mention of her death— no one should know about that but A2, not even 9S had come in time to see what it really was. either this is the ugliest attempt at mindfuckery, or this woman, anna-not-A2, is telling something with a semblance of truth.

pod scans her hand in the meantime. Analysis: lower body chassis is physically identical to YoRHa Type A No. 2. this is absolutely ludicrous. souls are an abstract concept, and she's not designed to swallow that information down and pick it apart to understand it, like 9S would've. but she has one question before coming anywhere close to accepting this: ]

What did I ask of her? [ her question is firm standing and quick. ] If you have her memories, you would know. What did I ask of A2?

[hauntedsavior]

[anna is quiet for a moment. her eye closes, like she's looking inside of herself. searching her memory banks, perhaps. her hand moves towards a sword at her hip that isn't actually there. she remembers 2B driving it into the ground. she remembers her heartfelt plea. it's from a part of her shared soul that she has not called on in some time—a part, honestly, that she'd been worried had abandoned her. just as everyone else seemed to have, but... maybe it's not all bad.]

You asked her to take care of everyone for you. [she opens her eye, and she fixes 2B with a sad smile.] You were losing yourself to the logic virus. You knew you didn't have any time left, so you tracked down the only other YoRHa unit you could find. You gave her your sword, and you asked her to take care of the future. [and the smile fades to something more serious; there is, of course, more recent history that anna is leaving unspoken.] And whether she's doing a good job of that or not... I guess that's up to you to decide.

[robussy]

[ she feels a ripple in her chest: relief or accepting realization? it could have been both, it could have even been a curl of closure. 2B does not meet anna's smile with her own, those were— absolutely rare, but the most focused, detail-oriented vision could catch the twitch in her lips, and the way she finally begins applying pressure to keep them in thin line. ]

I wouldn't have asked her if I didn't think she would. [ even if A2 was a deserter (with reason, now she realizes), they were both still yoRHa units. they knew what was important to keep walking, hacking and slashing for. but now, she has this in her hands, on top of everything else. what anna says is true. this, unfortunately, leaves 2B quiet for quite some moments, unsure on how to exactly proceed. pod looks between the two women, and offers: Suggestion: 2B should initiate more conversation with Anna. ] —Quiet.

[ she knows, she's just— overwhelmed. as a silent apology, she pats pod over the top of its surface, and listens to pod's advice. ]

. . . So, this is your home.

[hauntedsavior]

[she glances up at the pod that she remembers from vague conversations that she hadn't been fully present for, and grins at its suggestion. that thing would make a lot of conversations way easier, she thinks. when 2B listens, when she asks the follow up question, anna's weight rocks to her back foot. she hooks her thumb into the pocket of her jeans.]

Yeah. I mean, mostly. I washed up on the shore same as you did just about a year ago. My actual home is Earth, a little less than ten thousand years in your past. I lived in a city full of other humans who all had kind of the same thing going on—getting their souls mixed with souls from people from worlds they'd never seen, never been to. [the soul may be an abstract thing, but that's a bold thought for a squid to have. she'd better get used to it.] I still don't think I know everything about what my future, your present looks like. But I'm trying to keep my future safe, at least.

'S all I want. For you, for her, and for me.

[robussy]

[ for you. she's feeling a lot more here than she's used to, and that's saying something. the perks of now being a paleblood: it's significantly much harder to hide her perception. it comes in a little wrinkle, at first. a blink— then, she's looking away from anna, transitioning into a nod in hopes that it doesn't look like she's being avoidant. it was warm and pooling in her chest, fluttering as it crept higher.

her hand rises to her chest; she knows this gesture better than a handshake, and it carries the same meaning. ]

For mankind. [ which they are now . . . completely surrounded by. the little girl from earlier, if they dare to look at her again, has been standing there the whole time, gawking at the android and cyborg with owlish eyes and a gaping mouth. like, on top of having a pet robot? no way. two pretties!!!! ] I'll see to it, while I'm here. You can— Play.

[ it falls awkward, off of her lips, but she means it. ]

[hauntedsavior]

[anna pulls her hand back, and knows enough to mimic the YoRHa salute. she's seen it before, after all. it sparks bitterness deep within her chest, which is a good reminder that A2 is still there, but she does it anyway. and then her eye looks away from 2B and she looks down at the kid instead, rings in hand. and she gets an idea. she bends down and offers her arms for the little girl to clamber into, and in a smooth motion, she lifts the girl to her shoulders and lets her play the ring toss with an advantage of just about six feet.]

There you go. You're gonna kick butt at this now. [she lets the girl play where she is and, wearing a huge smile that doesn't go away easily, continues her conversation with 2B.] I mean, I've got people to protect of my own, too, you know? And all of us make up whatever our future's gonna look like here. No reason we can't share that load.

[robussy]

[ it feels— almost counterproductive of a thought, if androids were created to fight it meant that humanity didn’t have to, but— 2B is the only complete YoRHa unit here. anna is human to her with a close connection, but she is human. she was born human. everyone else . . . is from a time and place before she was needed. ]

It’ll be an honor to fight by your side. [ and with that: ] What is it that you’re protecting yourselves from?

[ the girl waves a ring at 2B after managing to get one success; the android ignores her, but not out of ill intent, although the girl does droop. ]

[hauntedsavior]

[anna bounces her shoulders a bit and offers a very sincere "hey, good work, kid! keep going!" before returning to the conversation. for someone who doesn't understand why or how she's good with kids, anna is sure showing it all off right now.]

Beasts, mostly, people who transform from too much blood pollution and need to be put down to keep people safe. Sometimes there's beasts that come from the sea, too. Giant ones. Hopefully we don't have a sequel to that one anytime soon. [she pauses. and ultimately decides to keep 2B somewhat in the dark about things.] Sometimes we have to protect people from normal dudes who have decided to become as gods. You know how it is.

[robussy]

[ humans who transform into monsters. beasts who have always been beasts. 2B would have a touch of contradiction at the back of her mind— but protecting the ones still alive is what she's here for. she regards the girl on anna's shoulders in silence. she had never seen an adult, only in the image of androids. children, now that was a concept. smaller little versions of them that were still set to grow.

they are so small. they are even softer and more defenseless. if humanity had a future, it was them and especially their offspring. ]

Then I have work to do. [ it's a bit of a relief. 2B doesn't know what she would do, if not fight. if there were any android equivalent to a workaholic, it was 2B. now then— ] —Humans that believe they are God?

[hauntedsavior]

[anna rolls her eye.] One human believes he's a god. He's got the powers to back it up, but if he were really so powerful then he wouldn't have gotten his aaaaa—[she remembers.]—butt handed to him by Mariana.

[the name draws attention from the little girl, who looks very concerned all of a sudden. "he's the one who tried to hurt her," she says with awe in her voice. anna nods and bounces the kid a little on her shoulders just to get her more firmly in place.]

Careful, don't fall. Eyes on the prize, okay? [back to 2B.] But yeah, last month he tried to attack her. It was a huge thing. [imagine everything she is omitting from this story!] You can't take him down, so don't try. Source: This YoRHa unit fell in battle pretty fast. Didn't even get a swing off on him.

[robussy]

[ oh, anna, she thought you were glitching just about there. ass? was that the word? why not ass? it doesn't occur to her that language should be modified around little wees, but she takes note of the supposed indication. mariana. after some recon, she and pod have managed to gather information of the patrons— especially the one these festivities are dedicated to. 9S would have a field day with this lore, but 2B uses it only where needed.

there is something . . . troubling about a human wanting to be god. she's wanted to kill god, you know! she's entertained the idea. just kill yoko taro— i mean god. the conflict that arises there is uncomfortable at the very least. ]

Human conflict isn't my business. [ like, okay!! look!! she can handle killing monsters! and beasts! just like fallen kin that have been turned into weapons. if she can help it, she'll stay out of it. she was made to fight for humans, not against them. not in their wars with each other. ] Neither is . . . Killing them.

[ she hopes— but it's not as simple to ignore. 2B simply doesn't know it yet. or perhaps, from the look on her face, she does. she just . . . she will not entertain the idea. she will not let her emotions get involved with work.

she'll try her best to. it might not be possible, in the long run, but she'll certainly try. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Yeah, Tubes. [too casual? probably. but it's already out of her mouth and she moves past it.] Not my business either, but there's something about this place sometimes.

[she hears the sound of a ring hitting a bottle and the girl thrusts both fists in the air triumphantly. anna smiles, then reaches over her head to grab the little girl under her arms and lift her back down safely to the boardwalk. as the attendant hands over a big ol' stuffed squid with four little plush tentacles. the girl seems overjoyed and immediately starts bapping anna's leg with the end of one of them, and she laughs just as brightly as before.]

Hey, kid, congratulations! Good work up there. Come on, go find your mom and show her how good you were at this game. And if you can't find her, come back to us, yeah? We've got you.

[she shudders to think that the child's mother might have been one of the forty-eight recent murders, but she's not going to think too hard about it. (the two people—three, as of a few months ago—who had helped her out last winter were back down to two. she knew that already. christ, what is she gonna do about that asshole.) either way, the kid runs away with a smile on her face shortly after hugging both anna and 2B's legs, and anna is free to speak as she normally would again.]

It's how the gods get into your head... or the moon, or something about all their influences. It just makes you do things that you wouldn't normally do. Stuff that ain't your business becomes very much your business. [she's slow to add, though it's a joke,] Ask me how I know.

[robussy]

[ .......... tubes .................... but that's not the only thing that makes 2B seem like she's internally short-circuiting. the child hugs her leg. she makes the most awkward lift of her arms, her hands, and looks down briefly at this— the gesture of physically affection shared between three complete strangers. there is . . . something there, perhaps the urge to lower her hand without looking like she's afraid of an infant to pat the child's head the way she would pod's (if it had a "head", but she pretends it does). she doesn't get the chance to. the child runs off before she could gather enough courage to do something way out of her league.

she's missed the window, and has her hands slowly falling back to her sides. she tries not to make it look like it was something to actually fuss over. they were having a serious, adult conversation. there were so many humans now. if she had that hidden, muted longing within her to be closer to them, she is now. there's no actual need for intimacy.

(narrator: she was wrong.) ]

. . . How do you know.

[ a little flat on the questioning intonation, but she's following. she's had a certain "change", definitely. just by her arrival as a squid, and the immediate aftermath until she was working at full capacity . . . she was strangely compromised. for starters, she shouldn't be a squid. it's a complete and total mindfuck starting right there. ]

[hauntedsavior]

[ha. yeah, she didn't really say it like a joke, did she? or maybe it's just not something that's been preserved ten thousand years in the future. or probably, 2B just doesn't understand the intense level of sarcasm that anna works with on a constant basis. but on some level she was expecting this, which is why she's grateful the little kid went away. they're having a good time here. she'd hate to confess in front of someone defenseless.]

Last month's deity, The Reckoning. She got into my head and filled it with nothing but vengeance. [she can elide some of the details right now, but the regret is something that she can't remove from her voice.] I killed someone because of it, someone who... never deserved that. From anyone. He came back, because we can't just stay dead around here, but it doesn't actually matter, you know...? [if it's not clear that she views this as a terrible failing of her own self-control, maybe the next sentence will make it crystalline.] It was still a human life that I have to wear around my shoulders for the rest of my own.

cw: robot suicide??

[robussy]

[ 2B’s first thought is that she cannot be hacked so easily. she is not an incomplete yoRHa unit, she is full. but . . . there were still viruses. she could get another, like she had.

her lips are pressed tighter than she feels them. she couldn’t bare to harm one of her own when she was still alive, on her earth. if she stops to consider, she has already been compromised. she woke up as a squid. it took hours for her systems to return fully functional. there was something wrong and there would always be.

she settles with the most rational thought made audible: ]

I will self-destruct before letting that happen again.

[ she won’t possibly “come back”, given her chassis; it’s beyond comprehension to have one rebuilt for her when there are no bunkers left to do so. it’s simple, and it’s still doing her duty. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Mm.

[that reaction isn't much of a surprise. of course it's what 2B would think. anna feels like she has a responsibility to break the news to her.]

If you do, you'll wake up as a squid again in a few days. Bunker doesn't have much of a say in it anymore. Then when you come back, you'll have to deal with the aftermath of all that and whatever crater you left behind when you blew yourself up.

[anna has been thinking very much about her heart lately, and what it might mean to have it destroyed. she'd gotten lucky as a beast, she realizes, when the reckoning turned her into something made entirely of flesh and blood in an unrecognizable shadow of her own body. if it happens again, if she antagonizes john to that point while still within A2's body, she is terrified of what may happen next.]

That is what happens, right...? [it's a lack of understanding of her own body, though. she's showing it freely.] When our black box explodes.

[robussy]

[ her answer is riddled with question, 2B notices; while she does quietly listen, she does inform: ]

If you use your black box. Even if Bunker was still around, there’s always a chance we’ll lose memory. [ in other words, they’d truly die. they’ll stop being who they used to. ] The newer units— we’re manufactured with a self destruct sequence.

[ i’m just going to pretend its only purpose isn’t to burn off her skirt. i do what i want. ]

The explosion is contained. [ and— with more of a distant gaze at nowhere in particular: ] Bunker is gone to begin with. I don’t know how they’ll backup my data to a squid— [ some bite, there, but she bites the inside of her mouth to simmer down. ] It doesn’t matter, anymore.

[hauntedsavior]

[if she uses it. so it's not something that someone else can do to her? that's... a comfort. it's a comfort that anna has b-mode instead of a self-destruct sequence, even though she can't actually activate it herself—or if she can, she doesn't know how. she focuses on what might be easier, then:]

Maybe that's where souls come in. You don't have data anymore as far as I know, 2B. [she curls her hand against her chest as though it's a prayer.] I know my situation is different, but I think the thing that makes me who I am... my soul, our souls, I think that's what's getting put into that squid every time we come back. I think you have something a lot more intangible than data inside you right now. Even if it doesn't make any sense.

[robussy]

[ the concept of the soul would be their cores, the closest thing to it at least. what holds their essence and memory and being. did that mean . . . if there was no data, but an intangible concept such as her soul holding everything about her? was she more organic? did anything change?

she supposes having blood that's actually compatible with her system is . . . one more point to be made in this conversation's favor. ]

. . . There's no point questioning something that doesn't have an answer. [ she's told that to 9S, once, but this time, one may tell there's emotion to it: a part of her doesn't understand and wants to understand. to make up for it, she harbors acceptance. ] I believe you, and I'll be careful.

[ read: she'll try not to be reckless. ]

[hauntedsavior]

Okay. Good.

[she doesn't know how to say this next part without being weird, but it's 2B, and she'll just have to be weird about it. at least this time she's not going to end up hooking up with her. she looks around the boardwalk and runs her fingers down her arm in an idle, almost nervous motion. and then she comes out with it.]

People connected to A2's soul usually end up pretty important to me. So just... I don't know. Don't think it's weird if I'm in your shit a little more than a normal human might be. [she pauses.] That's a figure of speech. It means I'll probably be paying attention to you.

[robussy]

[ anna just avoided the biggest growing kink at the bridge of 2B’s nose, because being in one’s shit is weird. the explanation is her lifesaver, or else anna would have gotten quite the informative tidbit about 2B not excreting fecal matter because she doesn’t eat, or something. who knows how yoRHa androids work? not even yoRHa androids know.

she knew what that meant, though— watching one another. it was an entrusted camaraderie between soldiers of the same gain, an identical core, and an identical chassis. a mutual origin. sisters, maybe. ]

I put my trust in A2, and she delivered. It’s only fair I return the favor.

[ if she’s entrusting 2B with something like importance— from a human? a human that carried the soul of A2?

it doesn’t matter how it works. ]

I’ll be watching you.