#architect's apprentice

Check your couch.

There's a fat baby hissing on it.

[[noncanon to whats happening on @greatest-admin-of-the-heights]]

"Uh. Heya..? How did you...get in here..?"

So...how do you think we set these things up?

…Maybe we just need to wait a second for them to start?

I mean, there's usually a settings button somewhere...

…We could easily press the wrong button, though, what if we mess something up?

What if I…?

. . . Analysis complete. User identities confirmed. Welcome, Candidates, to the ASCENSION PROGRAM.

Howdy! Builderman here! Please report ASAP to Courtyard A-2. Don't y'all worry, yer schedules are all cleared for the day. Thanks!

The three moderators stand side by side in a grassy yard, the gentle song of an unseen bird filling the silence.

"So…you see the boss anywhere?"

Echo looks around, trying to keep herself busy by fidgeting with the keychain on her bag.

“...Maybe he's in a meeting right now?"

Builderman didn’t exactly seem the type to ask them to come someplace for no reason- you'd expect that more from Shedletsky, or even Telamon.

"I mean- maybe? Or…maybe we got the wrong courtyard?"

No, this…this is definitely A-2. Sign above the entryway said as much. Raisen's just humming along to the bird's song, distracted.

"...Rai?"

"Hm?"

He chirps, tilting his head at Wyatt. Before any of them get the chance to say another word, though, the wind begins to pick up. The ground beneath their feet rumbles almost rhythmically, synchronizing with the whistles of the wind and the calls of that still-out-of-sight bird. All of a sudden, the world seems to grow…brighter. More colorful, more vibrant, more…real. Where only moments prior was an empty yard, now stands before the trio the form of a Guest, made out of shining metal and rushing water and blooming flowers all intertwined into a single shape.

"...Hello there, friends. My name is ROBLOX."

"I...don't think that'd be a good idea, no- not sure we've got the clearance to give permission for that kind of thing, anyways."

The floor rumbles in affirmative.

"...It’s…very easy to get lost in, and being lost in HQ is a bad time all around-"

"That would be Dusek, yeah. He's a lot older than 150, though...it's pretty easy to forget sometimes, once you're used to him. He's nice!"

"He doesn’t really…keep us up to date, but..?"

I am? Gay?? As fuck???

Uh…

Echo pulls up the sapphic flag on her panel, and displays it.