September 1964

[notayoungkitten]

Characters: Ocelot and you
Setting: Dormitory floor
When: Event start
Format: I'll match
Summary: Ocelot returns... wrong. Part of the Group C workers.
Warnings: Possible violent death.


1

Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere. But it wasn't her face staring back at her, it wasn't her body. It wasn't her clothes. It was her mother. Her mother. Younger than Ocelot was now, dead for forty years. She's screaming on the inside, but her mouth is unable to move. Where she wants to express utter terror, only a blank look is present.

She cleans. The floor is so dirty, the mirrors not perfectly clean. There's dirt in places from muddy shoes and boots because people aren't cleaning up their feet before returning from outdoor floors.

All she can do is watch in horror as her mother's image cleans up the dust in the room, unable to escape, just continue to clean up the rooms without the ability to stop herself. Everything is so dirty and that won't do at all.


2

In the middle of the night, Ocelot stands, stock still, watching over a bed. Whoever's bed it is does not seem to matter to her as she doesn't seem to be aware at all that she's watching a person. Merely standing there, unmoving. Barely even blinking. It's kind of disturbing, really.

Comments

[notayoungkitten]

The squeezing around Nesir's throat lessened somewhat, a few fingers only hanging on by a few threads of bloody skin. The pain seemed to have brought the drone back, and now Ocelot, unable to react, unable to move herself out of the way screamed in the back of her mind. The half, meanwhile, was now wondering what to do. She would never normally attack a superior unit.

[culbutiri]

She could breathe now and she pulled away, taking in the worker with bloody hands. "You will be leaving this room."

[notayoungkitten]

Yes, yes, of course she would be leaving!

What was she doing here, anyway?

There was so much work that needed to be done, and here she was, in a person's room. Which meant that she was not doing her job. She didn't need to be told again to go back to work, but there was the matter of needing to be fixed first. Perhaps she would go down to the processing level to have her hand looked at and then she would work.

[culbutiri]

Nesir nodded and followed her out, letting her go off to the processing level. As much as she had had to be taught a lesson she would be useless without fingers and the blood would just mess the place up, causing more work for others.

[notayoungkitten]

On the inside, Ocelot was frantic about the state of her hands, but the drone continued on like nothing was the matter. They just needed to be bandaged up enough that she could continue with her tasks, after all.