AUDIENCE FOR: nogiku

[saturations]

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[saturations]

[ through the arch! I mean, assuming that's what she actually does. if she stands in front of a mirror, she just looks like a fangirl.

It looks similar to before, except ... a chair is here. Wow. ]

Yes?

[ Oh. Steel also. Humanoid, shadowy and tall - two straight, sharp horns from the area where their forehead probably is. ]

[pura]

[...

She looks longingly at the chair, but does not touch the chair. Instead, she pulls out the yellow scarf from her mini-cyoa.]

We found this outside the meeting hall. Do you recognize it?

[saturations]

[ you too could be enjoying this cool ass chair, nogiku ...

Steel does lean closer to inspect the scarf, but after a moment, they shake their head. ]

I'm afraid I don't. Where did you come across it?

[pura]

[:thinking:

She hums, pulling the scarf back towards herself.]

The gardens. It was on the ground, and a ton of glitter suddenly blew up in our faces before we realized it was a scarf.

[saturations]

Ah. So like the undergarments.

[panties gate.]

What were you doing when you came across them?

[pura]

We wanted to learn more about the Prism, so we took a closer look at the meeting hall.

[saturations]

Strange things sometimes happen when you are looking for them ...

[ they don't seem that shocked, though. ]

Perhaps hold onto it for now. Someone may remember something. Or it could be useful to dress a wound in a fight, if you are far from the medical bay.

[pura]

Right. I mean to show Bass-san, too, since it's their color... But I'll hold onto it for now.

[Anyway

a beat.]

... By the way, who suggested that chair?

[saturations]

Bass does so enjoy looking ... at things.

[ what does that mean. ]

It-- Was a general consensus, that I gathered from a few. A chair was required, I summoned one, the problem is alleviated.

[pura]

[but it doesn't even match the rest of the room........ she does not say this.]

Huh. Is it supposed to be— a hand?

[saturations]

Hm. Yes. Now that you mention it, it certainly does resemble a hand.

[ DID THEY NOT NOTICE THIS BEFORE? ]

I don't know. That felt natural. I actually rather like it. [ why ]

[pura]

[... HELLO? Steel? She approaches the hand to squish, like, a fingie.]

You hadn't noticed?

[saturations]

[ It squishes. it's soft. ]

I summoned up a chair, and this is what appeared. Perhaps something in it appealed?

[pura]

[... she squishes the actual seat part... soft.]

... You don't have any memories from before you came to the Prism, right?

[saturations]

There is no before the Prism. So, no. I would not have memories of something that did not exist.

[pura]

So... You were born here, then? I guess I'm wondering how your tastes were shaped, living in the Prism.

[saturations]

Born. Hm. Born? I'm not sure I'd describe myself as having been born, but I suppose no one remembers their birth.

[pura]

No... I suppose not. But even then, memories of one's childhood tend to stick around. Like an abscess you can't get out.