Zack: *patroling the area and sees something at the front* …now how in the hell could I miss that guy?(must of been doused in something to throw off the sences that or its a ghost) everyone, stand back. he's at my position return and see if there are any more like this one those that guard the outside perrimiter, in this area, ready yourse;ves should something go south.*runs at top speed and leaps several feet in the air clearing the gate and proceeds to get on the horn* Boss, we found him or rather he found his way to us.
SB: be right there…(sorry Pico but as much as I want to I have work to be done )*one portal later* alright where is he?
Zack: over there sir*points at the fellow behind the gate*
SB: I see…*another quick portal later* well this is a nice change of pace. Hello there and, Welcome to Zot. First off*looks at him top to bottom* I'd like to say that is a very nice attire, next I need to know stranger, what bring your friendly face all the way out here?

–The Gates of Zot–

the figure turns to SB and smiles
????: “this is Zot, right? the place for second chances? I was wondering if you could give me one; a chance, that is.” *although he remains smiling, it's obviously a forced effort instead of genuine.* “you see, the Devil is kinda my father and…can we talk somewhere more privet?”

in the distance, for the second time that day a figure makes it's way toward Zot. she flows over the ground, heedless of obstacles and not caring what or who might be in her way.

Rhiannon: (back to Zot. always back to Zot. it's as if that tower is now the axis of all weirdness and draws everything unusual into itself. no, not the axis but the Axel instead. the tower is the Axel around which spins fate; SB and the others are spokes on the wheel. …why Zot?) *she continues flowing over the landscape, but is unlikely to arrive at the tower itself for many minuets yet.*

Claire: I owe ya. *she shakes one of the heavily knitted cigarettes half out, picking it up with her lips, and lets Rust light it* So, I hope ya don't mind me askin', but who're you? And I don't mean yer name; I don't get around this shithole much, but I'm pretty positive I'd remember ya if ya'd been here for longer. *they prepare and hit their cue balls simultaneously; Claire's bounces off the foot rail and hesitatingly stops half a foot in front of the head rail and her*

SB:*puts on a smile*…So, you say your the son of the devil? as in Lucifer, the fallen angel? the guy on the 9th circle trapped in ice? The guy that Doc told me owes him money?…*looks at the tower for a good while and then looks at his guest with * somewhere private? one moment*clapping his hands together and has a portal goes over them warping them both to the negative side of Dimension S his smile lessened a tad* Sorry for the sudden portal to here. Normally I would invite you into Zot in a heartbeat within the office area, however due to a…shall we say an unpredicted factor in a resurection I- *stops for a moment and realizes something*…oh my goodness where are my manners?*extends his hand and makes 2 chairs and a table placing and pusts several drinks on it using tendrils* I'm Shadowblade, first and current leader, Final boss of the Tower of Zot, and the founder of the fine establishment you saw moments before. There are other titles I could brag about, but most of them are negative and have nothing to do with this world. Anyway what is your name my fine young sir?
*elsewhere*
Cecil:*walks down the hall facing Pico waving at him* hey Pico how are-*pauses for a moment and freezes in his tracks as if he was a deer in the headlights blinking several times regaining sense of what he was doing*…huh, that was weird…

Pico:*sighs* im so bored! everyone seems so busy that i-…crap(3 2 1…)
Nene:Pico!*she then tackle hugs him* hi!
Pico:*blushes*….Nene why do you always do this
Nene:why not?
Pico:*looks around in case of people are watching* cause its embarising…
Nene:*gets off him* fine if you would rather be alone..
Pico:sigh fine..
Nene:good now come on i,ll buy you a drink.

Cecil: *watches the 2 walk off*(huh…they walked right passed me… I guess they don't care about what happened to me…still I best see if anyone esle felt that) *heads off*
*elsewhere now over at the bar where Pico and Nene are*
Victor: welcome folks, what will it be?

Nene:Victor give me the usual! as for my friend here he needs a really strong drink.
Victor:*Victor smiles at his regular as he prepares the drinks*
Pico:*raises a eyebrow* you come here often?
Nene:all the time! infact it was your dad who recommended this bar to me
Pico:*sweatdrops*(figures…)
*it didnt take many drinks for Nene to get drunk*
Nene:you haveing fun handsome?*smooches him on a cheek with a slopy kiss*
Pico:*rubs said cheek with sleeve*uh..yeah are you ok?
Nene:of course hun just a bit tipsy*hugs him*
Pico:*smirks as he paid Victor then picks Nene up bridal style* you need to sleep this off
Nene:*kisses him constantly as he walks*no i dont
Pico:*blushes*(i hope no one i know bumps into me..)

Rust: *his ball bounces off the far rail and rolls strait back to a spot nearly eight inches in front of him. He smiles amiably, and sets up the table to break.* Me, Im a nobody just passing through. Im a general without an army, a king without a kingdom, and a ship without an anchor. *after racking the balls and setting up his shot, he drives the cue ball solidly into the triangle of numbered balls. With a satisfying crack, the triangle breaks and the balls scatter. None go in, but they are now well distributed.* How about you, Bittersweet? Whats worth knowing about you and how long have you been here? *he asks the question without sarcasm and gestures that it is her turn.

–The Negative Side of Dimension S

Lucy: *the young man in the black trench coat takes one of the drinks offered and downs it amiably.* Yes, that devil, but dad always said that the Ice thing was only a part-time gig. Im Lucy *he says and offers Shadowblade his hand. His eyes seem to dart about a little bit, as if he catches movement out of the corner of his eye.* are you sure we cant do this at the office, or the beach, ornever mind. Just know that I am not my fathers son. Well, technically I am, but metaphorically Im not. I mean, you know what I mean. Im Not the Anti-Christ! *He seems uncomfortable and anxious to make a good impression.*

–The Gates of Zot–

Rhiannon slows her reckless pace and looks up and down the imposing structure.
Rhiannon: (right, here I am back at the center. Back to how things never were. Might as wellstart again.) *calmly, gracefully, the banshee slips forward through the gate itself.*

Claire: *while Rust was talking, the swirl of dark colours in her irises continuously intensifies until the eyes seem to glow, despite the colours still being dull and without any shine; still not noticing this change, she responds with biting sarcasm* My oh my, ya really know how to build up a mysterious aura around yerself. If I wasn't in the weird place I'm in now, I'd call ya a fucking hypocrite. *she picks out a solid coloured ball and points at the lower right pocket to give signal where she's aiming; then, she shoots the ball in said pocket; seemingly on accident, it brushes past another solid, pushing it into the lower left pocket; she continues with a now normal voice while picking out the next solid* Well, what's there to know ‘bout me…? Let’s say we're not all that different, according to yer self description. I literally got no place left to stay, so Imma just stay here. A chick in the wrong shitty nest, abandoned by my real parents and got my ass kicked out by my godparents. *she shakes her head at herself* Sorry, I'm not all that good with the melodrama crap as ya. *after silently pointing out her next pocket, she shoots another solid into the middle left, however too strong, resulting in the cue ball landing in the pocket as well* Not to forget my favourite frickin' lil' pet peeve within. *fishing it out of the pocket, she rolls the cue ball to Rust, careful not to disturb the layout of the remaining balls, and takes two steps back* (There's something weird about this guy… Coming from me, that's gotta mean something, don't it?)

Rupert:*walking down the halls* hey Pico*looks down at Nene and back to Pico* let me guess escorting the ladies like a gentlemen again?
*elsewhere in the negative side of Dimension S*
SB:I never said you were my good man, and don't worry about this side of the Dimension its supposed to look evil and make you paranoid. It also doesn't help that- no you don't need to know that. As for the atmosphere, I agree. give me one second*stands up and runs to a point where he vanishes onto the otherside Of the Dimension and pushes the darkside clockwise eventually having Lucy sitting in the middle of medow with the sun shining bright, a lake in the distance, and a tree shading where he sits* fun thing about playing the creator of your own Dimension, you can make it bend and adjust things as you go.*sits back down* So, Lucy*downs another one and drinks a few more* tell me a bit about yourself and why you whish to join Zot?

Pico:*tries to dodge her kisses* what do you mean again? you think i run a drunk lady taxi service or somthing?*gets kissed in the lips causeing him to trip over makeing her on top*
Nene:*grins seductively as she pins him down*hellooo-their handsome.
Pico:*rollseyes*Nene this not the time or the place.
Nene:oh! i get it you want to wait till we get in bed.
Pico:*blushes*huh?!(what the hell was in her drink?!)
Nene:*kisses him again makeing his face covered in lipstick*

Rust: *inwardly whistles his condolences.* “I'm glad I don't have your problems. I've enough on my plate without social shit.” *sets up the cue ball and aims for a striped ball. With a short jab the cue ball snaps forward and clips off the selected stripe sending it into the side pocket.* “I'm not one to tell you ‘I know how you feel’, and I've learned better than to dole out advice where it's not wanted; but if you ever need someone to vent to or a distraction than I can do that.” *proceeds to sink another couple of balls before missing a shot that leaves the cue ball on the edge of the rail.* “by the by, do you know that your Tell is acting up?” *he asks, pointing to his own eyes with his thumb and fore-finger.*

–Dimension S–
Lucy: *seems disoriented by the sudden scenery change.* “there's not much to tell; I'm sick of dad's practical jokes, and abuse from strangers. I get that people think that I'm some huge thing but I'm just not. I don't even have any real powers like God's kid had. I just want people to judge me for who I am and not who my dad is. Maybe if I work here, people will forget about all that, you know?”

–Zot, first floor–
Rhiannon wanders the floor aimlessly, looking for anyone in charge. although she sticks to the halls, she's not particular about phasing through people rather than walking around them.

Claire: (Oh for the sake of all that's ass cancer! Leave me alone for once, will ya?!) *sighs inwardly* (… Well, at least I was right about this fucker. Something's fishy ‘bout him. Better inform someone when I can.) Yeah, that’s just… ignore it. (… Fuck it, let's just get this over with.) *she sets up for a shot in the lower left corner again* Case ya dunno, I gotta share my body with a demon. *although her hand trembles slightly, the cue ball hits the picked out solid precisely and sinks it into the lower left pocket; remaining in her shooting position and not looking up, she waits for a reaction* … Yer still here.


- Elsewhere, an unusual portal pops up somewhere on Zot's first floor; it flickers and fades out several times before a short figure jumps out of it - just in time before the connection broke down. He looks at a small, sparking object in his hand and shakes it a bit. -

Snow: (Stupid damn thing. How could it even break so easily?! Well, can't help myself, I have to get the technocrats on it. Now: Where am I?) *starting to walk down the hall, he looks around trying to recognize his surroundings* (Obviously not where this piece of scrap was supposed to take me… Well, hello~, who do we have here?) *picks up speed to catch up with the Banshee* We both know I never liked Ink much. However, I got over the urge to examine your kind. With the black dog gone, you don't need to expect me chasing after you instead. Now, what brings you here? Questions that need answers? A new reason to carry on through all eternity? Another chance to see him again? … If there is a reason for your presence, that is. *he says all that without a bit of sarcasm, or empathy*

Rupert: well one night, I saw you and jasmine. I know she's a friend and all but still you both seemed a bit off. now there's her…I'm curious Pico. What's going on here? you can tell me you know I can keep a secret.

*on the positive side of Dimension S*
SB: ah so you just want to be you. no prophcies, no destinies, no legacy, just the life of a average hard working person…Lucy I'll be honest with you, we've dealt with Vampires, Death, scientific creatures, magical beings, and curently the UN. I would love to welcome you, however there's one thing I have to ask.*takes a shot from one of the bottles* You say say you have no powers, correct? what about a demonic influences/aura? you know, something that can draw evil/large inner demons out of others? I'm sorry if talking about this is bothering you I really am, but I need to know this now, so I can make the proper arrangements for when I hire you. *gives him an very convincing postive look and refills his glass almost as if he was hanging with his best friend*
*elsewhere on the first floor*
Zack:*coming back from his shift and blindly passes up the Snow and Rhiannon and pauses after getting a good distance away looking back through the corner of his eye for but a moment before putting it foward again and keeps moving*(…to tell doc or not to tell doc…that is the question.)*ponders as he continues then deciding* eh, why not. He needs the break and something to put him in a good mood.*starts going up the stairs*

Pico:er..uh you see…its complicated.*Nene starts to cuddle him which causes Pico to smile as he gets up* the short version of the answer is well…i love them and i will do anything to protect them now if you excuse me my friend needs rest*sweatdrops*and her public affection is embarissing me.*he then teleported to her room and as she was placed on her bed*have a good rest.*Pico then got pulled onto the bed*
Nene:not so fasthandsome you and i arnt done yet*just like before she pinned him on the bed kissing him*
Pico:(cant think straight…)*melts from the kisses*

Rust: still here. *he says noncommittally. He examines the layout on the table and takes a long drag on his cigarette.* I think Im beginning to see why you still are though. This isnt a home, its an asylum. *he gestures with his cigarette* perhaps to keep you safe from the world, or the world safe from your passenger; I wont pry. *he fishes around in a pocket and pulls out the stub of a pencil. He then picks up the carton of cigarettes and cannibalizes the package so as to have something to write on.* I plan to stick around for a little bit before moving on. If you need an opponent to play against or just want some common company, you can reach me at this line. Just leave a message if Im not there. *He sets the phone number next to Claire and looks back to the table* well, are you going to finish your shot?

–Dimension S
Lucy: demonic influences or Auras? Why? Should I be able to do that? *he seems genuinely confused by the question.* is it some kind of normal-person thing or something I need to learn? Im not a quick study, but Ill try my best if you need me to.

–Zot, First Floor
Rhiannon: *stops and stares with annoyance at Snow before closing her eyes and bringing her hand to her face.* (dont snap over this, he means well) Im not sure where Im going or what Im doing. No, Im not looking to see Ink again. No, Im over him yet nor do I think I ever will be. Zot just seems like the best place to wait for tomorrow. Do you know where SB is?

Claire: How sympathetic of ya, still, the last thing I need is some random toady's shitty compassion. *she closes her eyes, trying to fight down the want of slapping her own face* (Bitch, yer not among friends anymore, n that won't change if ya keep this up.) *she bungles up her shot; the cue ball hits a stripe instead of the close by targeted solid; bouncing off the side rail, the stripe staggers into a pocket; like an old wall after long periods of crumbling, her rude, independent attitude suddenly breaks down to expose towering depression and tiredness* Sorry mate. What I meant to say was thanks I- If ya'll excuse me, I hafta go to the bathroom for a sec. *she lets her cue fall to the ground and leaves the room in an almost fleeing manner*

-On the first floor-

Snow: Not really, sorry. I only just arrived here myself. If you want, you can accompany me up to the eighth and we will have a look for him meanwhile. I could use some company.

Rupert:*blinks* huh didn't know he could do that.well best let them be for now
*in the positive side of Dimension S*
SB: no, not at all we here at Zot practice what we are comforable with and don't force others to take up things aginst their will.*remains quiet and goes into deep thought*…(he's either playing me, or he's serious…welp I built this place out of spriritual energies, might as well feel for something)just give me a sec will you?*stands up and throws his hands in the air and waits for something for what feels like hours, and picks up nothing evil within him*…(either Satan's kid is a dud, or its very, very miniscule. either way, if I can't feel anything at all coming from him and this place is supposed to amplify spritual energies…this might work out after all.) Ok, Lucy from what I can tell you meet the qualifactions needed to work at Zot. Now then,*opens a portal and grabs the drinks save for Lucy's whom he hands* Let's move this to my office where we can talk more about this and what position you wish to work with here at Zot, Alright?
*on the 8th Floor*
Zack: *Dashes down the hall and into Doc's lab* hey Doc I-*looks at the madman with a bowl and what appers to be bullets on his spoon*…um, what are you eating?
Doc:why lead of course, custom, hollowed magnum rounds, with a mercury tip for flavor…want some?
Zack:*Remains Speechless for a good couple minutes, then tries to say something, but nothing comes out and throws his hands up in the air walking out of the room*
Doc:*shrugs* more for me.*goes back to eating*
*elsewhere on the 12th floor*
MB:…*blinks a few times and feels something faint* ok…*sighs and starts heading downstairs at a moderate pace*

*an hour of “love makeing” later Pico is laying on the bed eyes wide and confused*
Pico:(well..that just happened..wait we wernt wearing protection…CRAP!)*he looked at Nene who was fast asleep and smiles at her*(i better get going dont want anyone get the wrong idea) *gets dressed but still looks messy from head to toe as he walks out the door*(so this is the walk of shame atleast i dont have a hangover…)*looks around*(and no one seems to be around..good the last thing i need is to explain-)
Jasmine:master what on earthare you doing?
Pico:(ZOT DAMNIT!)*laughs nervously*hey Jazz..
Jazz:master?
Pico:er uh well you see..(oh crap…)er lets go back to my room!*grabs Jasmines hand and starts walking*

Lucy: “Thanks, er… Shadowblade was it? Unusual name, there boss.” *he says before wondering if that was a rude thing to say. hastily he changes the subject to the task at hand.* “Um, do you have have a job description for me or something? or maybe an employee's handbook? Want any help with the contract? When am I getting paid?”

–Break Room–
Rust: *watches silently as Claire leaves and sighs quietly afterward. taking long slow paces, he heads to the hifi system and manually turns the volume down a mere murmur. afterwards, with the same deliberate motions, he takes a folding chair from it's place on the wall and sets it up next to the pool table. he sits down in the chair backwards, arms folded on the back of the chair and head resting on his arms. his ears droop lazily to match his whiskers as he slowly and contemplatively ashes his cigarette.* (Why does everything broken once need to be broken again before it may heal? Another cruel design in creation, that.) *he takes a long puff from his cigarette and methodically exhales a smoke-ring.* (She is burdened with tragedy beyond her years and for it, wilts like a flower denied the sun. I may not be able to heal her wounds, but perhaps I can provide her a spark of light to guide her through her darkest hours. Perhaps.)

–Zot, First Floor–
Rhiannon: *shrugs* “I don't see any harm in it.” *she sets off at a glide, silent for a good long while before asking.* “Why was it that you never got along with Ink?”

In a bathroom many corridors down the break room, the door crashes open wide. Two of the wall tiles crack under the impact of the doorknob. In rushes Claire, towards the sink, and turns the tap on. In disregard of the long cold, half finished cigarette, she splashes several hands of cold water into her face. When she looks up in the reflection of her dripping face, she sees the last traces of purple fade out of her irises.

Claire: Get out… *her eyes fully return to the bright shining pink they are supposed to be, nevertheless, she knows it's still there; out of nowhere, she slaps her own cheek* Get out! *in a burst of rage, she punches at her face in the mirror, shards sing their ugly song as they break out and shatter on the ground* GET OUT!!! *blood dripping off her fist runs down her arm; pressing curses through her closed teeth, she crudely bandages her hand with toilet paper, dries her face and leaves the bathroom in direction of her room, only to stop after a dozen steps* Fuck, forgot my music! *hastily, she heads back to the break room; pushing the door open, she freezes like a deer in the headlights upon sight of Rust, whom she didn't expect to still be around* … Umm, hey again… *subconsciously, she notices the ridiculous view she must be delivering with the wet cigarette stub hanging from the corner of her mouth, the badly bandaged hand that already shows first stains, and the red eye corners*


- With Rhiannon and Snow on their way upwards, Snow looks at her from the corner of his eye for a second. -

Snow: Nothing much to say here. I know what I want, and everything that stood in my way to achieve that goal used to be on my black list, regardless if it was the goal itself even. Ink refused to serve me as a lab rat, so I started to despise him. When the Witch Hunt took place, he probably picked up a deeper than expected grudge against me as well, although that whole hunt wasn't my idea. For some reason, religious fanaticism and asking people for help with catching a research object don't combine well… *he takes a short break, not showing whether or not that was supposed to be a joke* … And then there's Val's eye. *assesses her again before he adds* However, I suppose you know all that already. Being a glaive for most of the time hardly had any influence on your perception of the surrounding events, I may bet. Unless you disappear into Hammerspace when not used.

Anita: *minding her own business and bumps into Pico* hiya Pico.*hugs him then looks at him*…you ok? you seem like you are in a rush. and seems you got bed head. Were you taking a nap?

*in the office*


SB: Oh none taken, after all we have all have to be starnge in some ways…now, Let's start with money. You'll get paid at the end of the month and ‘round…let’s see here*pulls a book from under his desk and flips through the pages* ok Employee starters pack…here we are alright Money you'll be raking in is 5-10 grand monthly , Medical and Dental will be covered, housing will also be free, you'll have acess to the mall, and our amusement park, swimming pool and workout center, if in need of an education for a career that will be provied as a hands on leaning experience and cost you nothing, you'll have acess to the training and lounge rooms and cafes and restruants, and learn ways to defend yourself. Oh, and you get free Wi-fi.*hands him a small handbook and a cube rises from his desk* Now, before we talk jobs , tell me what are your hobbies or rather, what interests you and have you had any work experience before this?

*in Doc's lab*


Doc:*finishes his “cereal”* now what do you suppose that werewolf wanted to say? …perhaps I should go and look for him*picks up a few chemicals* after I finish my work that is.

*Heading down the Stairs at a bit quicker Morphblade arrives on the proper floor and stops and starts to walk down the halls in a casual manner towards what he feels is the disturbance*
MB:…(just what am I feeling here?)

Jasmine:somthing id like to know…apparently young master is keeping somthing from me*gives him a stern look*
Pico:oh come on! i cant say it infront of a little girl!*sweatdrops*(oh crap….)
Anita:what do you mean Pico?
Pico:heh heh…i,ll uh tell you when you are older.
Jasmine:(oh i see..)its ok Ann we,ll talk to you later* while showing signs of jealousy she grabs onto Picos arm and puts her head on his shoulder while smileing*lets go…master
Pico:(biopico:…i think she knows)

Lucy: *nods approvingly at salary and list of company benefits. he seems more confidant with this area of the interview and idly flips through the handbook.* “that is a good opening offer; one we can negotiate in more detail later.” *he takes a long moment before moving on to hobbies and experience, as if he needs to thin about it.* “eh, I do Yoga, welding, and dancing, well enough. I can whistle, and play a passable fiddle…I'm good with numbers, so there's that too. I don't, eh, have any ‘official’ job experience as of yet, but that just gives you the bragging rights of being my first employer.” *he says the last part with a fake smile, as if trying to make it sound like it's a great honor.*

–Zot, Break Room–
Rust: *looks her over, appraisingly but not judging. he remains on his seat and blows a slow smoke ring.* “I think I'll secede this round to you; it's not a fair game with your hand like that.” *he pushes himself up from his chair, folds it and puts it back where it belongs by the wall. he dismantles his pool cue, puts it away and scoops up the loose cigarettes from the rail before heading for the door.* “here,” *he says as he pushes all but one of the cigarettes into Claire's uninjured hand.* “these'll just get mangled in my pocket anyway without a case. Keep your chin up, Bittersweet.” *he says before he turns and walks unhurriedly down the hall*

–With Snow on the way Upwards–
Rhiannon: “it's called an ethereal inventory, but I suppose that's a close enough simile.” *she says devoid of emotion.* “and I only have second hand accounts of what happened when Torvek attacked. he locked me away before the attack because I was beginning to be able to overcome his enchantments and he didn't want a loose cannon. If Zot had been expecting his first attack it wouldn't have been nearly so effective.” *she looks at the wall and runs a hand through it.* “I'm glad that it got fixed up so well in the end.”

Jasmine: Master,*takes Pico inside his room* were you doing what I thought you were doing?
*back in the office*
SB: Lucy, you can stop with the forced smiles. although, at times,they do get you brownie points with me.*opens a portal and pulls out a plate of fresh brownies* help yourself. So, good at welding*nods his head a few times*…ok well we have plenty of branches there, abstract art, making repairs or building stuff, we do have spots open for teaching Yoga as well as places to practice, same goes for music and dance and things involving numbers. So, we know what your good with already, now I want to know, what do you invison yourself doing at Zot? wht do you feel like trying?*chuckles* Sorry, if the questions seem redundent or a bit stressful.
*in the halls Morphblade continues to travel and feels his target move outside and down the hall, Ironicly enough in his direction. moments before, he gives orders to stay away and for all personel to avoid that floor he puts the radio down after informing others to stay away he continues to head towards “it”*
MB:…*leans up against a wall a few feet before the intersection still a good distance away despite being on the same floor*(act casual, no need for a fight and to damage anything, be rational, be polite, ask a few questions and then bring him to Shadowblade. take personal action only as a last resort.)*starts walking again normaly down the hall with a rational head moving towards the disturbence*

Claire: *looks at the three cigarettes with a mixture of confusion and sadness* Bittersweet… At second thought, more like full on damn bitter. *she recalls her earlier times, blurry as they have gotten ever since her death* (Everything's different…) *while the dark, unclear pictures run by before her view and remind her of the past, she starts to notice something* (Ehh… Everything except maybe one.) *the cigarettes still in hand, she proceeds to turn the hifi system off and takes the USB stick; making sure to avoid anybody, she makes her way back to her room*


- With Rhiannon and Snow… -

Snow: I see how this makes sense for the incident with Val's eye, still, that didn't apply to the rest of his history with me. *as they ascend the stairs to the next level, where the robotics division and maintenance shop is located, he waves it aside in the same moment* It's none of importance anymore. If you excuse me, I need to turn in here for a bit. Proceed, wait, do whatever you want. I won't take long though. *in walk, he looks back over his shoulder to add* Plus, I am curious to learn what he was normally like.

Pico:…i have the right to remain silent
Jasmine:*smiles at Picos joke* not in this court room*hugs him as they sat on his bed*Pico…
Pico:(she said my name…i guess shes more worried then i thought)uh…yeah heh
Jasmine:oh..*looks away and biteing her lip*
*Pico sees this and couldnt help but smile slyly*(lets see if my hunch is right)..you are jealous
Jasmine:*looks at him mad*no im not
Pico:(woah she developed more emotions then i thought its almost as if shes alive)*grins* yeah you are
*Jasmine pins him to the ground more annoyed then angry*
Jasmine:no im not!
Pico:*wraps arms around her waist* you need to lighten up*starts to tickle her*
Jasmine:*starts to giggle*P-Pico! s-stop!
Pico:not until you forgive me.
Jasmine:o-ok i forgive you!
Pico:*stops tickleing her and wraps his arms around her waist again*

Rust: *is walking down the hallway when Morphblade turns the corner and begins walking toward him. he continues his unhurried pace, seemingly indifferent to anyone that might be around him but weighing options and contingencies in his head.*

–Zot, Office–
Lucy: *takes the offered brownies, grunting his thanks as he bites into one. he eats quietly while listening to SB. come time to speak, half the plate is gone.* “I, ah, never really thought that far ahead. Didn't really expect to get this far on the first day, you know. I guess I could do the welding professionally, but I don't really have any ‘official’ certifications, so to speak. If not that, maybe a desk job or something… this whole surface world thing is strange. not in a bad way or anything, there's nothing wrong with it for you, I'm just not used to it yet. perhaps you have trial positions, you know, for people to try something out? I'm willing to do whatever you need me to, Boss. I will be a good.”

–Zot, Robotics Division–
Rhiannon: *while Snow takes care of his business, the banshee drifts about looking at everything with bored curiosity. she floats through walls and floors as needed though makes no noise with her passage.* (even broken down, none of these machines make any sense. I guess it's true what they say; sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from magic.) *she finishes her ‘self-guided tour’ not long before Snow returns, and she waits for him.*

MB:…(yeha its definitely coming from him. good thing I already set up my Anti-magic field coming down should he try something. though I think physical traits would be more concerning seeing how I know nothing of what he's capeable of. don't think that way remember, diplomacy and understanding comes first)*starts doing calculations in his head on what he feels is the best option to deal with the intruder as he walks closer and decides on one. he then bumps into Rusty accidentally knocking his cue case out of hand and a few inches to the side and a few paces behind the creature* oh pardon me, sir. heh, allow me to get that for you.*smiles as he goes for the case, his body casualy ajasoned, able to keep an eye on the seemingly mobian canine as he heads to pick it up* I'm terribly sorry about that. Normaly, I'm a bit more focused.*smiles*
*up in the office*
SB: you know, its funny you mention that, we do actually have a trial program that allows newcomers to work in various fields to see what they favor and try out what we all have.i I can start you anywhere that interests you and if you like something, we can chat about setting up a full time position and extra benifits that go with each job.*he then pulls up a paper*here's your contract and- *he pauses for a moment as if to confirm something staring right through the boy and at something else then turns his attention back towards lucy* Hey Lucy, not to be sudden and change subjects or anything, but …did you tell anyone that you were coming here to Zot?

Snow: (So I was right, the APG shouldn't have broken so easily. Somebody - or something - screwed around with it. Well, at least it is going to be taken care of.) *walks out of the maintenance shop and sees Rhiannon waiting for him; as he catches up with her, he silently nods in a manner that might be approval or his way of thanking; as they resume their way upstairs, he patiently waits for her to take the word*