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Characters: Little Miss Mutated Lalonde and you!
Setting: All over! From Event start to end, so backdated tags are welcome!
Format: I'll follow you!
Summary: Rose is patrolling the tower, half the time looking for misbehaving residents, half the time trying to find friends who are okay. Rose is in group A, her details can be found here.
Warnings: Body horror, of course, as well as possible death. Trauma, Pain, Brainwashing - I think all typical Jason Month warnings apply.

Dormitories

[[It was awful. This entire experiment was awful. She didn't know what they had done to her, but she could feel the charred skin when she touched her face or her arms, and sometimes she was glad she couldn't see, because she didn't want to see what had happened.

The sight they had left her with - her altered Seer's sight - is nothing she wanted either. They should have left her blind. She didn't want to see the fate of others. She didn't want to know how to create doomed timelines, but that's all she could see now. Those were the only paths that presented themselves to her.

She's following the walls, trying to find her way around when she hears someone approach. Before you even get a chance to get close to her, she's calling out:]]

Excuse me? Is someone there?

[[She readies one of her needles, just in case.]]

Higher Floors

[[By now her needles were a constant crackle with energy as she carefully traversed the tower. She was making sure no one was disobeying. Disobedience would not be tolerated, not from the lower worker units and not from the residents they administrators had brought here. She would make sure everyone was behaving as they should - doing work that needed to be done, being non disruptive to the work of their administrators, being good.

Even though she still carefully followed walls and landmarks, she was ready to punish any who needed it.

Disobedience would not be tolerated.]]

Lower Floors

[[She needed a drone. She needed something to help her. She refused to continue floundering around like an imbecile because she couldn't see. Every floor she checked, she demanded the immediate attention of all workers in the area who could provide it. What are you doing currently? What are your tasks? Are you working diligently? Because if you didn't have work, she had a job for you.

Of course, if you happen to be a resident curious about what her problem is, she wouldn't mind speaking with you either. Though at times she seems...

Kind of twitchy.]]

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[He doesn't remember a damn thing. All he knows is that he's woken up feeling... Different. Unable to talk. Compelled to do shit he's never done before. His body is working on it's own and he's nothing more than a spectator it all of his actions. They're simple enough, at least. Nothing outrageous so far. But he still does not like being unable to control himself.

And then it's like he's compelled to go somewhere specific. Just in time to hear the voice speak. He steps in front of Rose and gives her a nod, the only indication he can give that he's there.

But what the actual fuck happened to her?? He doesn't know and if his body were in his control, he would be absolutely fucking nauseous right now. But as it is, all he can do is stand there while his mind is absolutely fucking horrified by the sight of her.]

[[She didn't see the nod - she couldn't - but she heard the footsteps stop in front of her. And so she reaches out, fingers moving to search out whoever is in front of her.]]

Who are you? [[She really hates having to ask that every damn time, but she needs to know.]]

[Still moving on autopilot, Bro reaches up and pulls off his sunglasses- an action he wouldn't do under normal circumstances. He reaches out, taking her by the hand and placing them in her hands. It's the only way he can communicate just who he is without being able to speak. She should be able to tell by tracing the shape of the glass who they belong to.

His mind, however, is racing, trying to figure out what the fuck happened to her. She looks... god, she looks horrible. How can she speak? Walk? She looks like she's literally gone through hell. It's sickening.]

[[Taking the glasses, she does just as he thought she would and traces the shape. Ah-]]

Bro?

[[That must be who he is. Unless there's someone else in this tower with glasses like that, but she doesn't know any of them enough to recognize the shades as belonging to them...

And Bro, Jason happened. That's all that really needs to be said. That's typically all that ever needs to be said.]]

[Bro is feeling intensely enough about this that it's as if for a moment, he gains control of his body just long enough to run his hand over her cheek softly, hoping that he's confirmation enough that yes, it's him. But then his body goes back to autopilot and he lets his had fall back to his sides.

Does it hurt? That's the biggest thing he's worried about. It looks like it must, and god. If she's suffering... Well there's nothing he can do, but he's not going to be happy at all. Especially not when this is over.]

[[The message was received loud and clear and she smiles. And then she offers the glasses out to him again.]] Here. I am sure you want these back.

[[She's moved past whatever pain there may have been. Or perhaps there's no pain at all. It's hard to tell with her, she doesn't seem to be bothered by it at all. The thing she has a problem with is her sight and lack thereof.]]

[He doesn't see any reason to take them, but it's enough of an order that he takes them and put them back on his face. But now that he's confirmed who he is, he isn't quite sure what to do. She's the boss or whatever, right? His body seems to think so at least, so he's standing in front of her, waiting for an order.]

There you go. Were you terribly busy? [[She holds out her hand once more.]] If not, I would like you to accompany me.

[Bro takes her hand without hesitation. It's an order as much as it's a request, and he can't refuse her. He waits for her to lead the way.]

[[And lead the way she does, mind quietly delving into the future possibilities of this endeavor.]]

We shouldn't have far to go. I simply need some assistance traversing the next few floors. I can't adequately defend myself, and so I require your protection.

[His hand gives her a brief squeeze to acknowledge her words as he continues on in the path that they're on.]

[This worker unit is cleaning up the various seating areas within the Cafeteria now that serving hours are over. Black feathers act like a giant broom on each arm as Sephiroth sweeps nutrition bar wrappers into a large pile while another worker unit then sweeps them into a bin. Similar with the dusting, some tasks do not require the fine-tuned movement that hands provided and so as the week went on this worker found himself gravitating towards what it was best at.

His back aches from a combination of the constant leaning forward towards the floor while sweeping, and the back-grafted wings being fully extended for balance all the time. Not that it matters, completing the task is all that is important]

[[Upon entering the...she thinks it's the Cafeteria. What was the room before this? ...yeah. She's pretty sure this is the cafeteria. Upon entering it, she stops and leans against the wall she used as a guide. She can hear people moving around, so she's not alone. The question is, how many of them would be helpful and how many would be disposed of by the time she was done?]]

Excuse me! I require assistance immediately.

[Sephiroth found himself stopping, turning towards it's master as soon as Rose urgently spoke out.

Great, how many of these types are there exactly...

This drone approached Rose with a slightly faster pace than he'd usually be carrying himself around with. She had said it was urgent after all. Wrappers that had become lodged within the depths of his feathers dropped out of the wings as he walked, other units would continue the clear up.

At least with the approach rather than being approached he could take in the details; this one looked unnatural but not as bad as some that he had seen earlier in the week. After all, it was a resident, it had a collar.

...

He hasn't been instructed to speak, and so for now he comes to a stop directly in front of Rose. Waiting for further instructions.]

[Dave is checking for trash as he patrols the hallway. He moves seamlessly from one spot to the next, little tell tale flashes signalling his abuse of time. All the better to assist the masters with.

Fuck all ya'll.

While the true Dave within is rather displeased by this point. He's angry and moody, if he were in control it would be a black day in Strider history. Good thing he's stuck in his own head!

[[She hears more than sees the abuse of time and knows it could only be one of three people. Pausing in her own patrol, she tilts her head a bit to continue listening.]]

Strider. Will you please explain to me what you are doing at this current moment?

[He carries the wet cloth with him and takes her hand. Dave directs it in a circular motion like one washing. It's one way to get across he's washing windows from the inside.]

[[This was a Dave, she could easily tell that. It was the silent one as well, likely the one from her home. There were subtle differences in their voices, she'd come to find.]]

Cleaning? Okay. I need you to help me with something. Will you please come with me?

[There's a sound of a cloth dropped into a bucket before his hands take hers. It's about all he can do to convey he's ready to go with her. He breathes out slowly. Yes. Orders are orders.]

Thank you. [[She abandons one of his hands so that she can start leading him, but only to pause.]] Actually, it would be better if you lead. I don't believe you want a blind person pulling you around. [[Rose takes a moment to think. Where to go with her new companion...?]]

I need to continue patrolling, keeping a watch to make sure the residents keep in line. Can you assist me in that?

[He traces yes on her hand and gently tugs on her hand. He will be her lead and protector while she patrols. It certainly has to be a sight, the tall clockwork knight and the smaller abomination seer. Dave keeps watch, looking for residents as he walks along. He is in assist mode.]

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Lower Floors - Cafeteria?

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