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"How are you liking it so far? All these instruments are your's to use, obviously, but if you need anything else just let me know, okay?"

When Pod 153 goes flying off on it's own, 9S feels dread. Really, it means well most of the time! But now, it's saying that there's an android-machine-like presence that is in need of repair. 9S really, really is hoping it's just someone's project or something but... it's instead a young woman.

She almost looks YoRHa, but Pod 153 confirmed on the way that it didn't detect any familiar black box. It was something foreign, but similar enough to warrant it's concern. Fortunately, it was in a lesser populated area of the Golden Ward, which was easy to get to from his apartment.

Destination reached. Suggestion: Repair broken unit.

Really, really he wishes he could have gotten the first word in. Pod 153 is too blunt! He has got to teach this thing to not say stuff like that aloud! 9S immediately puts up his hands and takes a half step back, the young woman already looking annoyed.

"Sorry! Sorry! It's-- that's just it's job, to look for units like me and offer support."

Well, not really, but Pod 153 stays blessedly quiet.

Ivy will be dropped for you!

▣ Serra hadn't been sure. She wasn't sure about much of anything at the moment. It had only been a day ago that she had set foot out of her father's home for the first time, and now she found herself in an environment completely removed from even the digital one she was used to

But this woman was an Add, wasn't she? The warm android's eyes had met hers. Clearly artificial, but not of the same make as her own. Could they be implants? No, then the rest of Serra's rudimentary scan wouldn't have made much sense. Her design went against the laws of her world.

random in-character questions - 🏳️ “What will make you give up?”

"Give up? That's a very open ended question, for there are many things one can 'give up' on. Yet, I think I understand which is the meaning on this one. Short answer, nothing. I may not understand everything yet, however that doesn't mean I will stop trying. I am fortunate in having endless amount of time on my side and I know one day, I will get back home to space."

🥂 “How do you celebrate you accomplishments?”

"Then maybe don't do it?" says Uzi. She doesn't move from her desk to stop Ivy- it doesn't seem that important, but she's... dabbled in this stuff a bit herself. "It can fuck up your internals if you're not careful."

"They can be replaced."

"Do you have replacements?"

Ivy's mouth twists into a small frown as she stares down at the red horseshoe-shaped object, but she doesn't ride from the beanbag chair. "Are magnets that harmful?"

"Well they're not good for you. It feels kind of nice for a while, but it also impairs your processes. Probably bad after a while, but I never used them that much" She shrugs, looking up from her phone. "You ever try engine coolant? I knew a guy who did that before he died. Oh, not because of the coolant, he died for, uh... different reasons."

Uzi-related reasons.

"How is that?" asks Ivy, tilting her head.

"I dunno, never tried it myself. The guy said it just kind of... reduced his processing speed? Made him more relaxed. But he tried a lot of questionable stuff, so who knows. Heard he even drank straight gasoline once, really surprised that didn't kill him."

"I see."

Ivy lapses into silence, and Uzi goes back to her phone. She's trying to make a playlist, but it's kind of hard to decide if her roommate would be able to appreciate the irony of a death metal cover of a boy band song.

"I'm going to try it," says Ivy.

"Mkay," says Uzi.

There's a gentle clanking sound, and Uzi glances up to see the magnet stuck to Ivy's head. The other girl blinks a few times, frowning. "This is... interesting."

"Yeah, it just kind of messes with some of your processes," says Uzi, tucking her phone away. "Like, dizzy in a good way? If that makes sense. Here, let me see."

Ivy pulls the magnet from her head and passes it to Uzi, who presses it against her temple. Just as she remembers, a small warning pops up on her HUD, and her vision goes slightly blurry. It doesn't feel bad, but she remembers why she stopped; if her dad ever found out, he probably would've literally exploded. "It's- It's not so bad," says Uzi, taking a deep vent of air. "In moderation, at least. Just don't make it a habit."

She hands the magnet back to Ivy, who places it back against her own head. "I know humans sometimes take perception-altering substances, and then listen to music. They say it changes the experience, and I'd like to try it. Do you have any music, Uzi?"

Uzi cackles, rubbing her hands together as she turns to her computer. "'Do I have any music?' What do you like: nightcore, synth, metal, jpop-"

"Surprise me. I'd like to hear the kind of music you enjoy."

"Sure, here's an artist my mom introduced me to. Probably where I got my good taste from," says Uzi, clicking through screens. It takes a few moments for some synthesized sounds to come through the speakers, but they're quickly followed by some high-pitched lyrics and guttural singing. It's not a song Ivy expected to hear, but it's not unpleasant, and she closes her eyes.

"I killed someone to this song!" says Uzi over the noise.

⚡A song that my muse would listen to:

He's pretty resistant to indulging most music, 1). because he's not used to it 2). , lots of music is too much for his sensitive ears. Maybe in time he'll get more used to it and explore...noisier music genres.

But the slow meandering and soft singing of this one with the playful lyrics...he quite likes it.

🎺 An instrumental song for my muse:

Yeah...ambient sound. Its comforting to him. Those were the sorts of sounds he had back in the tower...the little clicking and moving of his robot table, scratching of his chalk on his boards.

❥ 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒: peony :   what would a   ‘  happy life  ’   look like in your muse’s eyes ?

..As much as I hate saying it right now- Honestly, going back to space and going back to doing her job. For her, she doesn't really see the point yet in trying to have a 'normal happy life' like the souls she cares for yet since it's an odd concept to her, that she can have a life like they can.