Down on the 7th floor, inside Mark’s office…
Miss Calculated is finally able to enjoy some quality alone time with 23, as shortly after Mark brought them to the front room of his office suite, he grabbed the bag of spring rolls sitting on a table and excused himself.
Though, he did at least make sure she didn’t need anything before he bounced.
Upon noticing the ID readers mounted by each of the doors to the other rooms, Miss Calculated lost what little interest she had in exploring the area.
Thanks to her impatience in getting to know 23 intimately; before the door was even done swinging shut behind Mar
After a bit more time spent with Miss Calculated re-arranging 23’s mechanical guts with a pensive expression, 23 eventually decides to fill the lull in the conversation.“...It’s fine even if Mikah doesn’t manage to overhear the password. Connecting to the hive network is merely a matter of convenience, anyway, and isn’t a necessity for me. Likewise, as I am in functional condition, there is no rush to acquire the various parts upgrades. They would certainly be nice, but they aren’t pressingly essential.” After 23 attempts to comfort Miss Calculated, she hums for a moment, resting her forehead against one of its chest plates, roughly where its heart would be, were it a flesh and blood creature.Quietly holding this position for a f
Sometime later, on the 8th floor…Miss Chievous has just about had her fill of the spa’s amenities, and is preparing to make that fact everyone else’s problem.Once she’s finished washing up, drying off, and redressing, she harasses the diligently working service bot that she claimed one last time.“Hey, where’s Mary? Off in some corner somewhere with 23, right?” As Miss Chievous asks this, the bot stops for a moment before answering.“Miss Calculated’s last known location is Mind Flare’s office, accompanied by 23. They have not been seen for well over an hour, bu
Thanks to the pre-sorting the service bots performed, combined with the sizable strip of space Lucas and Miss Masher had cleared out for their jousting tourney, it doesn’t take the two of them very long to finish clearing out the front area of the 13th floor. Well, more like smashing apart everything that stands in their way. Technically, it’s the service bots that are actually clearing things out.After some time spent in contemplation, they decide to divide and conquer. They separate to clear out some of the trash barricades that prevented the service bots from reaching a few of the side rooms, as well as one entire wing of the floor.Now that they have a few rooms worth of space sep
After Miss Masher steers the misshapen steel sphere out to the lobby area by the elevators, she absentmindedly shoves it aside without holding back her strength, which results in it sliding moreso than rolling. It eventually comes to a stop after its collision with an out-of-the-way wall, leaving a dent in said wall thanks to the force behind its impact.As the elevator still has some time to go before its pending arrival, Lucas can’t resist his urge to run over and play with the new shiny distraction.‘That looks pretty solid, yeah? Heheh, wonder if I can walk on it like one of those circus performers.’[...It should be dense enough, yes. And, with y
By the time the elevator doors have opened enough that Miss Masher and Lucas feel comfortable walking through them to enter the 8th floor; Jonathan had already shut off his phone, pocketed it, and walked over near the elevators at a normal pace. He has Mr. Quacks sitting in the outer chest pocket of his suit, his little yellow head sticking out of it staring at the ceiling, and he is holding Mr. Quacks’ ladyfriend in both hands, keeping her hidden out of sight for now.Miss Masher exchanges brief greetings with Jonathan upon seeing him, but goes to continue walking towards the changing area. However, when she realized that Lucas stopped to stand directly in front of Jonathan, the two of them grinning at each other like complete idiots, her curiosity gets the better of her, so she walks over as well to see what’s going on.
Once Lucas finished lacing up his leather dress shoes; he tucks away his phone, the bag of marbles, and the keyfob. As he’s standing up he loosely loops his tie around his popped collar, then opens the door with one hand while grabbing his suit jacket with the other.Barely taking one step out of the changing room, he’s briefly disoriented, and then… he is back in the room, in the middle of putting on his belt.‘...The fuck?’Right outside of the changing room door there is a startled gasp, followed by a muffled whimper.‘Oh, shit, did Jon
After Jonathan is completely out of sight, Lucas sighs softly. Beginning his trek to the elevators yet again, he pulls on and adjusts his suit jacket, pops his dress shirt’s collar, and fusses with lining up his tie while he’s walking.Stepping around the last corner so that the lobby area comes into view once more, this time around he was delayed enough that Miss Masher is currently waving goodbye to Miss Chievous, and starting to walk towards the elevators.‘Hmm? Where’s she goin’?’[...How would I know? Go find out yourself.]Lucas quietly clicks his tongu
‘...Fuck. It’s one thing for Marsha to believe it, but Maria and Mary..? They’ll definitely figure that somethin’s up with me and Jon.’[...Yes. Fortunately, as they were only children themselves during the war, it is highly unlikely that they are aware of any of the clues regarding the presence of the Superhero Enhancement System, so who knows what conclusions Miss Calculated will come to. Perhaps she’ll do some research which will lead to her finding out about the system, if any of the relevant information from the war is documented anywhere. Though, I find that rather unlikely. They were always rather secret