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Uzi Doorman = Murder Drones
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Robot
From a post-apocalyptic exo-planet
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Chosen vessel of eldritch AI program
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knuckles wrap against the frame of a door, a few seconds left between his attempts while an ear remained raised. waiting, listening; attentive to any sound of movement before addressing his presence with a loud, "oy, uzi! you're around in there, ain't ya?"
well, lucky for him he hears something after speaking. certainly nothing quick or ecstatic, but there were steps. before long he's offered an open door, one he's eagerly sliding a foot in with full intent to invite himself in. "oh, good! there ya are."
with a swaying tail he gives pause for only a second, quick to shoot down any assumptions with a curt, "--this ain't about my phone, by th' way! thing's still perfectly function, before ya say a damn thing!"
"...did have a question, though, and since you're good with this tech-y bullshite i figured ya'd be the gal to see. so, uh..." his index rises to scratch against his cheek, "ya mind fillin' me in on how a blue-colored tooth is s'pose to help set up a microphone without its tail-- er, wire." ( @bitemedotmp3 )
She hisses for a moment before recognizing the voice, though she continues to scowl even as she rounds to the door.
"Dude, c'mon. Call first, that's just manners. You're just lucky I haven't installed the new door yet," she says, gesturing to the heavy-duty slab of metal propped up against the wall. "I'm trying to figure out how to electrify it. So I can... y'know. Hurt people."
The sudden move to Mika's Abode (name needs work) means there's a lot of stuff that needs changing, fixing, and rearranging. Uzi had everything nicely set up to repel any unwanted, skin-wearing intruders, but now she needs to do it all over again. Not that she really minds. Stuff like this is fun.
Uzi holds out her hand, and a rag floats over into it as she wipes grease from her fingers. "Yeah, that would've been my first guess. Either that or like, one of those fast food kisoks they invented so you don't need to talk to people. Bet they don't let you into the art museum either, huh?"
Chops-busting done, Uzi smirks as she tosses the rag away. She does love having her ego stroked.
"Hey, no one better to work with machines than another machine. It's right on my flyer, you know," she says, only half-certain he can read. "I got time, I can give you a rundown. So bluetooth is a term for a wireless-"
No, that's probably still too complex.
"So, like, normally you gotta plug stuff in, right? And that makes it work? Well-"
A little bit more.
"So, do you know what electricity is?"
No, too much.
"Okay, what's the tech level of your world?" she says. "I gotta know what your baseline is."
The room, despite what she told Mika was incredibly strange. It truly felt like somewhere completely different from anywhere she had been in all the other scenes prior, as if it was something that was just taken from another script and tossed right in without any plans to work it in. Made even worse by the atmosphere of skulls and toys on top of Tessa's statement of "not many great memories". Yet if she could've dragged her anywhere then why not somewhere more...pleasant yet still secluded.
"I-Is that all I really need to do? Just give you permission? That doesn't sound too hard. Even if I don't really know how..." The solution did sound rather simple. And for all she knew along with how happy they were to jump on assisting Mika the student would've benefited from anyone who had at least the slightest clue how to solve this solution in getting her core memories back.
"...How can I trust you actually?" Even as she went on over to hopping onto the windowsill Mika stood up from the seat she took moments ago, an oddly concerned look spreading across her face. "You're right, Uzi sent me to go and help her memories. Which is why if anyone should be meddling in something that secret and close it should only be me."
Mika eyes stared down at the hand before looking back towards the mask, only really seeing a reflection of herself rather then anything that could resemble a face to her. She wanted to help her friend but more importantly above all Mika did not want to screw up again. Not like back at school, and certainly not with the only person she could call her friend here.
"That's possible right? I mean, if it's easy as just simply giving someone permission then there's nothing stopping you from telling me how to do it."
Tessa's hand remains held out even as Mika casts her doubt. It's only when she's done do her fingers curl back in, one by one, until she lowers her arm. For a moment, she just stares, her expression hidden behind the opaque helmet.
"...You even know what you're doin'?" she asks. "You know how programmin' a worker drone works? You know about the Absolute Solver? Frankly, you're lucky it ain't snatched you up while you've been on your lil' walkabout."
She hops off the windowsill and moves towards Mika, standing over her. "Y'see this here?" she says, tapping at her nametag. "Certified JCJensen Technician. Y'know how many hours of trainin' that is? How many drones I've-"
Shaking her head, she backs away. "Nah, nah, I get it. I could yak at'cha all day, but it don't mean anythin' to you."
Folding her arms, Tessa sighs. "I can't do nothin' on my own since I'm technically part of Uzi's system. But you, you're an outside user, girl. I can tell ya what to do so that you can let me in, and I can fix everythin'. 'Cuz it ain't as easy as just tappin' a big button that says 'FIX EVERYTHING,' yanno? If I was givin' you instructions, it'd take forever. I can't make you trust me, but what else are ya gonna do?"
She moves to sit on the windowsill again, this time not holding her hand out. Kicking her legs, she glances around the room as if seeing it for the first time. "I figure you got two options. Head out there on your own and deal with her trauma, or come with me and we'll get it fixed up. Up to you, but... c'mon. Easy choice, yeah?"
"Eh?" GOLD COINS? He didn't know about that, but it made sense! "Well, I ain't too squeamish." That's a plus, really. He couldn't really be squeamish with the kind of things he did back home, hunting monsters and all that.
"The only place that let me in is Aerith, because she runs a flower shop." So he wasn't completely helpless or jobless. He wanted to do something he was more familiar with, at the same time.
"But if I do illegal stuff and work for those shady dudes, wouldn't I be doing their evil bidding?" PICKY, Oliver.
"We gotta get you on some Dragon Quest or something, dude," sighs Uzi. "The video game. Not a literal quest for a dragon. I think if you got killed by a dragon it'd kinda be a bummer."
Uzi's only a little familiar with Aerith, mostly because she's with Hawks for some reason. Humans really have bad taste.
"You just want something more exciting, right? Gardening's pretty lame, so I don't blame you. I think child labor laws are just gonna be the main thing blocking you, which is why I was saying you gotta find something under the table."
She shrugs, sticking her hands in her pockets. "I mean, just find someone who's... I dunno, questionable instead of evil. Humans love having loose morals, so I bet you'd be able to find someone willing to give you money to run packages or something. Is there not, like, a mafia around here? Seems like a glaring omission."
She frowns at him. "Or maybe just lower your standards a bit. Some people have to settle, you know. Not me, though. I'm awesome."
Something of a laugh escapes his vents.
"You can swear, y'know. Don't hold back for my sake; we're not on-air."
But any small amusement he got from her trying not to drop an F-bomb was sobered by her explanation.
"Spam thought the same way too. Couldn't really understand why the Dreemurs and I were so close. He's seen it all move by so fast; that's how things are in Cyber City. Sometimes, it's not all like that! Sometimes a Lightner will donate us, or find us a new home, or... ... "Well, that's not your problem, kid. I am in a new home now, even if it's not where I thought it'd be. And I'll keep entertaining until I fall apart."
He hands her the stray screwdriver on the table.
"Yeah. I'm good. Despite everything, I'd never want to reset. Then I'd forget Tori and Asgore and the kids!" ("And the rat-thing.") He mutters under his breath.
"...Thanks, Uzi. For everything. You don't like that sappy kind of stuff, but I mean it."
Can she empathize?
Uzi doesn't really get the whole Darkner thing, but from what she does understand, there's something that makes inanimate objects come to life. People on the other side of the veil might never know that the appliances in their home or the decorations in their rooms are people with their own thoughts and feelings.
Are worker drones much different? The old generation workers were just subservient AIs, machines built to do dangerous tasks 'cuz fuck 'em. Uzi's seen into N's memories of times before everything went FUBAR, and even before Copper 9's drone population went rogue, humans didn't really give a shit about how alive they might be. Speak out of turn or do something the humans don't like, and get scrapped.
When Uzi thought the humans were behind the disassembly drones, she was ready to kill them all. If Tenna's owner (ugh) mistreated him, what would he do? He's a TV, right? An old TV. And when you don't need your fatback anymore, you just-
"'Sometimes'. Right. You would've hated it on Copper 9," she sighs. Though she could give him a cool drone-sona.
If she tells him to take care of himself, will he? If she asks what he'd do if he couldn't run the studio, would he have an answer? If she asked him if he were really okay, would he even know?
All she can do is shrug. "Alright, we'll save the factory reset for when you really crash out," she says, waving her hand toward Tenna's. A purple light snatches the tool from him and drops it into her toolbox, and she doesn't say anything more on that.
Yeah, she's not good at stuff like this, because adults lie. Uzi's, y'know, charmingly tsundere. But adults like to hide things and pretend it was good that they did it. All the stuff Tenna's saying just sounds too clean. Or is that her own trauma talking?
"If you're really happy, then... good, I guess. You've got a studio, adoring fans, no reason why you wouldn't be. Just, when you got mechanical issues, let me know okay? Not a huge fan of people keeping secrets."
There is one other thing on her mind, though. Just a point of clarification as she grabs her toolbox. "Uh, you mentioned Spamton, right? Were you guys like... a thing?"
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"They're not monsters where you're from...?"
"Aren't monsters also people where you come from? The terminology in your world is confusing, dude. If robots are monsters, then who builds them? Or do they spring up on the overworld map like a normal random encounter?"
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"The what? Mika? My stuff? New ho-"
"Mika? Mika! Where's all my shit?!"
It is a little funny how the two are opposite, Oliver notes. He loves the outside! Loves the feeling of the hot sun against his back and warming his auburn red hair.
"Oh!" It sounds like he didn't even think of these. "We do have weird monsters out there, now, huh? But what if they want the harmless ones?" He never thought harmless, and ones when talking avout monsters would be in the same sentence.
"I mean, humans hunt animals all the time, right? 'Cuz they drop meat and gold coins and stuff. It's not super different from what I do when I go to the junkyard to dig around for cool garbage, so you could probably do something similar. Depends on how squeamish you are."
Drones don't do that obviously, so Uzi doesn't really know what the various creepy crawlies of Spirale might have for a brave entrepreneur who's hard up for money. But this place is probably a simulation, so it probably runs on video game rules, right?
"There's a fantasy market over in Cotes, so I bet if you bring stuff to them, they'll give you money for it. I mean, probably, right? Or you could do illegal stuff" she says, abandoning her earlier reluctance.
"You were saying places won't hire you 'cuz you're so young, right? So find some shady place that doesn't care. I dunno where you'd find something like that, but there's probably some villain characters in this city. You just gotta find 'em."
Part of him wants to protest--TVs weren't very good at listening. They projected! But Uzi was a Lightner that didn't open up to him often, so letting her continue seemed important. It comes out awkwardly, like the way Susie tried to talk to him. Comfort clearly isn't something the teenager is used to giving, but she's trying. He could try, too.
His hand retracts, and he puts both in his lap. Alright, she didn't like that. ... Some kind of bitter, pitiful chuckle leaves his speakers...
"...Thanks for telling me that." ... "Means more than you know."
Despite the mood, he does seem to grow a little taller. Going from a boss so tyrannical that his entire crew left him at the mercy of the Knight, to a Lightner admitting she'd be upset if he were broken...
Susie would be proud of him. Maybe he's even a little proud of himself. Static starts to wobble across his screen, but the conversation still continues.
"She? Ah, that's Toriel."
An image of a large, fluffy goat monster flashes across his screen. She seems to be in her chair, reading while a teenaged human and a purple monster watch him from the sofa.
"She's... she was my old owner. One of the kindest people you could ever meet... We went through a lot together; moving into a new house, watching baby Asriel grow up. Both of us looked up a lot of programs on Humans when Kris showed up in her living room, haha..." ... "Out of everyone, I miss her the most. I loved her so much, I... don't understand why she stopped watching me."
A heavy sigh.
"...I get where your boyfriend was coming from. You don't want someone you love doing something stupid that you could've tackled together. I'm glad he found you! Otherwise, you wouldn't be here, right? And then I wouldnt've met you!"
"Sure. We're all a little f- screwed up. But you don't need to be screwed up alone," says Uzi.
It feels weird offering comfort to someone her dad's age, but she also knows enough to know that adults are plenty screwed up too. With age comes experience, and with experience comes plenty of extra chances to be traumatized.
Tenna starts playing a home movie, and- wait, is that Kris? Huh. Uzi watches as impassively as she can, but there's that word that irks her- owner. She knows enough by now that he sees it differently, though. Toriel wasn't some tyrannical corporate overlord, she's someone he cares about. You could almost say family, if not for that bit at the end.
"They want you around until it stops being convenient. When people don't need machines anymore, they stop using them," she sighs. "It was the same way back on Copper 9, except we thought the parent company was trying to genocide us afterwards. They don't wanna think of you as alive, because then it gets uncomfortable."
Not that she expects to sway him, because that want is how he's programmed, in a way. Just like the worker drones of her home, Tenna's a machine built to do a job, and if he doesn't have that job, then what? It's probably why her dad's like that, and probably why the newer generation of worker drones doesn't have the same issue.
"Well, you've got the whole frickin' city watching you now. Must mean you're doing something right."
She doesn't want to just exchange traumas right now, so she nods along, little blush graphics appearing on her cheeks. "Hey, no one said the l-word!" she snaps. "...But yeah, pretty much. I've, uh... I've seen what happens to people who try and do it all alone. Doesn't end well. And unlike them, there would actually be people who'd get sad if you bit it, so let's avoid that."
Briefly, she imagines J and Tenna meeting. Nightmare scenario.
This kind of openness isn't her strong suit, so Uzi goes to packing away her tools. "A-anyways, you good? Like, physically? I can't do much for mental baggage outside of a full reset, but I don't think you want that."
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I would say there's two things I wanted to do with Uzi, both of which I've done to varying degrees.
First, I really wanted to do some flashback and exploration of her memories. Uzi doesn't talk much about her past, so a situation where it's forced on her or on someone else was what I wanted to do. And I have done it with her ongoing rank-up challenge! It's something I'd do more if an event provided a chance for it, stuff like getting to meet her parents or things like that.
Second, I want to do scenes with a berserk Solver Uzi. Bonus points if it's with another robot character so she can try and eat them. I've touched on something like this a few times but haven't been able to devote the word count to it that I'd like to. Basically, I'd love to do a fight scene and maybe some light cannibalism.
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This kind of comes and goes depending on if I remember, but I really like how she's a little brat. Not usually mean, but just kind of abrasive and with gremlin energy. Most of the characters I've written over the years aren't quite like that, but I try to make it so that it's more of an overcompensating edgy teenager thing than someone who's actually just a jerk. Though she does have jerk moments too.
I think it's also fun to write someone who is explicitly avoiding talking about their trauma. It's tempting to write stuff where characters get emotional and reveal big, heavy secrets about why they're Like That to one another, but Uzi doesn't want to do that. I think the avoidance is funny.
A torrent of giggles bubble up from behind Cyn's self-aware grin. The explosive, exasperated reaction from the other girl is exactly the kind of thing she lived for. She'd always really liked Uzi! Something about her feels like the potential to cause real trouble is always simmering beneath the surface, but she can't simply be dealt with in the same way Cyn was used to doing since she was dating N. So assault akin to that from a merciless younger sibling has to do.
"Oh yes! I would never even, begin to doubt that." Her head lolls to the other side, her visible eye wandering off while she muses about the target of her relatively tame torment. "Imagine who else around here...thinks like you do. Thinks they've got the chops, to be the Big Hero...and prove to be. Sadly. Mistaken. Since they aren't you! Kind of feels, bad for them huh?" A sentiment her expression fails to convey in any meaningful regard.
Only then does she pry herself off Uzi's back, stepping away a pace or two while simply watching. Her expression has softened to a simple smile now. One as near-devoid of recognizable joy as the previous. "You're right! Annoying question are just, the TOTAL worst. So, what are you! Doing walking around this late?"
Cyn's cold. It's not something Uzi notices as much with N despite the frequency of their, uh, physical contact, but also not something she really has the capacity to wonder about right now. Her breath tickles Uzi's ear, sending a shiver down her spine in addition to the grim thoughts she's putting in her head.
"I'm not a hero," she says, frowning. "I'm just not an idiot. If I was, I'd be trying to solve the mystery of the campus killer instead of just minding my own damn business. And I'd probably be dead or something. If someone else wants to play big shot, that's not my problem."
Though Uzi can't help but wonder what would happen if she did die. She doesn't know much about the vampire rules because N won't tell her, but, like... if she died, could he... y'know...
No, don't think about that, it's too tempting. Uzi straightens up as Cyn slides off her, taking a moment to stretch before she goes down on her knees to start cleaning up. Of course Cyn doesn't offer to help, but Uzi doesn't bother asking.
The items Uzi gathers back into her bag explain themselves; there's spray paint cans, a few cups of instant ramen, a schlocky horror flick on DVD, and something wrapped in several layers of brown paper that smells faintly like iron.
"I'm minding my own business!" says Uzi, handling that last item very gently. "Crazy new thing that's sweeping the campus. You should try it."
But that answer probably won't fly. Uzi sighs as she stands up, looking anywhere else but the girl staring at her. "I'm just running some errands before I go back to my dorm. Me and N have plans later. Date plans."
"Hey we ain't gonna get eaten! Don't need the negative mojo out here when there's gonna be a way for us." Or at least NJ was hoping there would be. Otherwise one of them might need to take it for the team, which certainly seemed to be pointing towards the battleship more then the drone.
"Plans simple, I'm gonna drag it away from you so you two can have your little talk! It's clearly got some beef with me over you so I think a few little shots will definitely get its attention."
That and maybe piss it off more. But in a way that worked in her favor as well...
" 'Sides you two are gonna need some alone time to get over you know, the thing you got going on. But I got faith in ya' you'll do just fine."
Uzi can kind of see where this is going. They escape the monster together, then she and NJ have some shared trauma to bond over so they can get a little closer, and they have some kind of heart-to-heart talk, blah blah blah, etc. Eventually Uzi will have to talk to her other self, and then she'll use her character growth she got from Jersey to-
Or not.
"Huh? What? No, don't-" Uzi sputters, still clutching the door handle. It takes her a few moments to go from shocked to indignant again, and she wiggles the door back and forth.
"What are you talking about? I don't need you to buy me time, I need you to not get killed like an idiot!"
Need is a strong word, but still. If Uzi were more like her other self, she could probably do something about NJ's martyr-ish tendencies. She could use her cool telekinesis powers to pull her away, or use her wings to fly them to safety. But Uzi doesn't have stuff like that, all she has is a big gun and abandonment issues. She opens her mouth again to say something, but nothing comes out. She swallows it instead, and the anger displays on her visor.
"Fucking- Fine. Whatever. Just leave me. Like everyone else does."
Uzi's eyes wobble, her chest heaving as she tries to keep her emotions down. This the worst part of The Inn, how lonely it is. The other Uzi comes because she wants to get along and stop being two separate people. No one else does. No one else cares. NJ knew her, but-
She shakes her head. "Do whatever you want."
And Uzi steps through the door, slamming it behind her.
"Well, glad it was a clear day when I visited your house." He tries to joke.
("Or maybe that was a dream? It's a little fuzzy.")
As she was about to speak, Tenna put his 'chin' in his other hand, prepared to hear another tale about where the young android came from. But to his dismay, she seemed to remember what she was doing, and Uzi's tone shifted.
"...no. You don't. I already know."
The words sounded a lot heavier than the jokes he was trying to make to lighten the mood.
"She wasn't a jerk, she just... I, couldn't seem to do anything she wanted to watch anymore." ... "No matter how hard I tried." He mumbles, form shrinking a few inches.
"It's, not that I don't care. I need to care. Sometimes thing are just going so well that you forget what's at stake if you fail. And here... I don't even know what'd that'd be."
The fixed hand gives the hat on top of her head a ruffle.
"Well. Like you said! Maybe I should get some of those between the vents. Otherwise, your figures will just sit on a store shelf and not get taken home, huh?"
"Huh? You... okay, sure," she says, frowning.
Tenna hasn't come to visit the brownstone before. Uzi knows full well about that whole thing with her memories floating around in the intraspace, but was Tenna poking around in there? No, she doesn't wanna know, so she'll do what they're both great at and just avoid the uncomfortable topic.
"Look, I'm not trying to be a dick or anything, it's just that, as a robot with a lot of fun issues, I know maintenance is important. So, like. Take care of yourself or whatever," she says, unable to keep herself from rolling her eyes.
She's not good at this kind of emotional vulnerability, but Tenna isn't either so she figures that'll be the end of it. Uzi gets ready to leave when he speaks up again, his voice sounding like a speaker at the far end of the room. And she freezes, because it's one thing dealing with N or V's baggage, but Tenna's probably got like fifty years' worth. How is she supposed to understand what he's going through?
She snaps at his hand as he ruffles her hat, purely on reflex. She doesn't apologize, but she's not just gonna let the moment pass. She's gotta say something.
"Look, uh... One time I had a fight with my boyfriend, 'cuz I thought I had to do something on my own," says Uzi, fixing her hat. "I thought I'd keep him safe if I did it on my own. But he came after me, and if he didn't we probably both would've died. Stakes probably not as high here, but, like, come to me before the damage gets this bad. Aside from losing my job, if you died I'd be, like. Sad or whatever."
Oof, it's embarrassing to admit that. Working for Tenna's got her wires crossed a bit, and it's not normal to say you care about your boss. Should she continue? It's a bit weird for an old guy to vent to a teenager, but they're already here.
"Uh, who's 'she?'"
"Oh, right I am still in the planter aren't I." It was something that completely passed her mind up until she brought it up as well. And taking far more effort then anyone was going to guess. But at the very least she fumbled out of it with her own help and Uzi's, still wondering if maybe there was some kind of amnesia sitting right up in her mind...
"Wait you can believe the stuff on TV? I thought all of that stuff usually came with one of those warnings about being fiction and the like."
Unless she got tossed into a world like that. Which definitely would've had more questions and answers for the aspiring bassist...
"B-But you can just take me to the bathroom. I'll uh, I'll wash up and I guess I can figure out what we should do from there."
"Uh, yeah? Sometimes there are, like, documentaries and stuff- wait, that doesn't even fucking matter right now. Let's worry about getting you out of here first. Can you stand?" Uzi pants. God, she's really out of shape. She needs to start exercising or something before she embarrasses herself on a flight of stairs.
This isn't how she wanted to spend her night, but with the well-founded rumors of a campus killer, it would feel bad to just leave someone outside where they're vulnerable. Uzi wipes a bead of sweat from her brow, frowning as she sizes up the other girl. They're about the same height, aren't they? Maybe this isn't a college student? Whatever.
"Bathroom. Uh... sure. I know one that should still be open. You can walk on your own, right? I'll take you there," she says, waving the girl to follow.
Even with the missing people, the workshop on campus is still open late. People use it a lot less, which is great for Uzi, and her key will get them inside without any problems. It's not too far, either, so hopefully they just don't get killed before they get there.
"You remember your name?" says Uzi, glancing over her shoulder. "I mean, I sure hope so. I'm Uzi. If you don't remember your name, I'm taking you to a hospital instead."
"...W-Wait how do you even know that?!" It was the first time anyone she encountered seemed to have a semblance of what was going on. Which both was encouraging but also oddly terrifying at the same time. It wasn't like Uzi left her a note saying "this person will know more on the matter" before Mika decided to enter here.
Yet she was also oddly self-aware of what she was and what happened to her too. So maybe there wasn't any reason to worry...
"Well you certainly know more about how to fix this then I do. So I'll be following your lead."
Besides watching her friends get mutilated really didn't sound enjoyable of a time. No matter the type of spin one would try and put on it.
"I'm counting on you alright?" Mika said before taking their hand. "Anything you need from me I'll do my best to help out."
The smile is clear in Tessa's voice, even if her expression isn't. "Oh, bonzer! C'mon, no time to waste, girl! Step into my office, and we can go over some stuff before we get this sorted."
She pulls Mika through the door, shutting it behind her. The room beyond is different than anything Mika's seen so far, a place devoid of the dark chill that permeates Copper 9. It looks like a bedroom in some opulent mansion, with a carved wood bedframe, an assortment of children's toys, a collection of books, and a skull or two. The window displays a clear sky, with the moon hanging overhead. It's quiet here, and maybe even a little warm. If this comes from Uzi, she's never talked about something like this before.
"Don't mind the mess," says Tessa, scooting a shovel to the corner with her boot. "I don't come here very often, honestly. Not many great memories for me here. But it's quiet, so we'll be able to yak a bit without bein' bothered."
Tessa grabs a chair that's a bit too small for her and spins it around, taking a seat in front of Mika. "So! Let's get down to business: Uzi sent you in here to try and fix what got messed up, yeah? Lucky for you, I know just how to do it. The problem is, I don't got permission to fiddle with her files, but that's where you come in! You can lower her firewall, and I can... y'know, do my thing. Easy as! You literally just gotta do one thing! One tiny lil' thing."
Rounding on Mika, she throws an arm around the girl's shoulder. "And Uzi'll be so grateful, I bet. You don't even gotta mention me, you can take all the credit if you want! Not like I can do anythin' with it anyways. Now, let's see how... Ah, here we go."
She heads for the window, popping it open and hopping up onto the sil.
"Sorry, things are a little tricky to navigate 'round here," she says, holding a hand out towards Mika. "But no reason to hang around, right? I mean, my memories are... hah, well! You don't wanna see years of parental abuse, I bet. So let's get goin'!"
