Lola Nova

(RP Blog) (see pinned post)

[lola-nova-scp]

Lola Nova

She/Her, 30-ish, FORMER SCP Foundation, Level 2 Researcher on the run. A little anomalous because of clones. Don't ask.

oh my god. These people are crazy.

OOC Below

OOC:

bunnyloca-mun, 25+ year old, She/Her, Happily Married

Simi-lit rp style, not looking for romance,

Minors under 18 Don't Interact,

USA Central time zone, Global time zone -5

A Muppet Supper Hell Blog

Not affiliated with the Official SCP Foundation Site

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's ... It's okay. Next time, please just come home. If you tell me you need time to try and relax, I'll give you as much space as I can and I'll tell Aurora to not bother you.

She's had panic attacks before from nightmares, so she knows that sometimes people just need to feel safe...

He gently takes her hand, holding it tight in his hand.

You never have to apologize for needing space or time...

[lola-nova-scp]

*She holds his hand tight as well and pulls him in for a hug.*

I promise I'll go straight home next time I'm like that... But I have to warn you, I'm not pretty when I cry.

The Devil said he was going to kill me again so, I think I've burnt that bridge in my attempt for friendship....

*She sounds bitter as she says that and her body shakes a little before she takes a breath.*

Let's go home.

[hvk-jenkins]

... He said what?

VonKraft slips his hands into hers, leading her over to Yaldaboth, who's waiting nearby.

I... Yeah, let's just go home.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She walks with him and talks as they saddle up.*

Yeah. He was telling me that I hurt people and I told him I was following orders. Then he asked me the question that freaked me out and I couldn't find the answer. He asked... if I was a person or a soldier. And like. I'm technically both but. I think I know what he was trying to get it. Like I know what I did was bad but... I don't know. Its a perspective thing? Like doing bad for the greater good? But down here. it's so much different that I don't think he'll ever get it.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's hard to tell, honestly when it comes to The Devil he puts himself above everyone except for my former therapist...

He gives a quick pat on the back of the massive sun worm's neck, giving the signal to start heading back to the Homestuck layer.

I think he had a point... I think distancing yourself from the Foundation is for the best. They're not exactly as focused on the betterment of mankind as they say. You've done more for them than they've done for others.

[lola-nova-scp]

... For some reason that's a hard concept for me to grasp. That part where I've done more for them than they've done for others... Your right but... like... I feel like I'm just now realizing this or remembering it.

*She leans into his arms wrapped around her.*

Do you think we've been doing bad things? Even if we were following orders, does that make us bad people? I'm not sure any more.

[hvk-jenkins]

We've definitely been doing bad things and hurting a lot of people.

He leans in and kisses the back of her head, taking in the smell of her hair.

We've been bad people... But we can be better. I know we can.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She is frozen at first thinking that she's been a horrible person, then he finishes his thought.*

Oh thank god. I thought I was doomed to be bad forever.

*She squeezes his arm around her waist.*

That's actually a relief.

[hvk-jenkins]

If either of us is going to be bad forever, it's me.

He laughs at his own bad joke.

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah, bad at jokes. HA!

That was a pity laugh. Just so you know.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's ... It's okay. Next time, please just come home. If you tell me you need time to try and relax, I'll give you as much space as I can and I'll tell Aurora to not bother you.

She's had panic attacks before from nightmares, so she knows that sometimes people just need to feel safe...

He gently takes her hand, holding it tight in his hand.

You never have to apologize for needing space or time...

[lola-nova-scp]

*She holds his hand tight as well and pulls him in for a hug.*

I promise I'll go straight home next time I'm like that... But I have to warn you, I'm not pretty when I cry.

The Devil said he was going to kill me again so, I think I've burnt that bridge in my attempt for friendship....

*She sounds bitter as she says that and her body shakes a little before she takes a breath.*

Let's go home.

[hvk-jenkins]

... He said what?

VonKraft slips his hands into hers, leading her over to Yaldaboth, who's waiting nearby.

I... Yeah, let's just go home.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She walks with him and talks as they saddle up.*

Yeah. He was telling me that I hurt people and I told him I was following orders. Then he asked me the question that freaked me out and I couldn't find the answer. He asked... if I was a person or a soldier. And like. I'm technically both but. I think I know what he was trying to get it. Like I know what I did was bad but... I don't know. Its a perspective thing? Like doing bad for the greater good? But down here. it's so much different that I don't think he'll ever get it.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's hard to tell, honestly when it comes to The Devil he puts himself above everyone except for my former therapist...

He gives a quick pat on the back of the massive sun worm's neck, giving the signal to start heading back to the Homestuck layer.

I think he had a point... I think distancing yourself from the Foundation is for the best. They're not exactly as focused on the betterment of mankind as they say. You've done more for them than they've done for others.

[lola-nova-scp]

... For some reason that's a hard concept for me to grasp. That part where I've done more for them than they've done for others... Your right but... like... I feel like I'm just now realizing this or remembering it.

*She leans into his arms wrapped around her.*

Do you think we've been doing bad things? Even if we were following orders, does that make us bad people? I'm not sure any more.

[hvk-jenkins]

We've definitely been doing bad things and hurting a lot of people.

He leans in and kisses the back of her head, taking in the smell of her hair.

We've been bad people... But we can be better. I know we can.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She is frozen at first thinking that she's been a horrible person, then he finishes his thought.*

Oh thank god. I thought I was doomed to be bad forever.

*She squeezes his arm around her waist.*

That's actually a relief.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's ... It's okay. Next time, please just come home. If you tell me you need time to try and relax, I'll give you as much space as I can and I'll tell Aurora to not bother you.

She's had panic attacks before from nightmares, so she knows that sometimes people just need to feel safe...

He gently takes her hand, holding it tight in his hand.

You never have to apologize for needing space or time...

[lola-nova-scp]

*She holds his hand tight as well and pulls him in for a hug.*

I promise I'll go straight home next time I'm like that... But I have to warn you, I'm not pretty when I cry.

The Devil said he was going to kill me again so, I think I've burnt that bridge in my attempt for friendship....

*She sounds bitter as she says that and her body shakes a little before she takes a breath.*

Let's go home.

[hvk-jenkins]

... He said what?

VonKraft slips his hands into hers, leading her over to Yaldaboth, who's waiting nearby.

I... Yeah, let's just go home.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She walks with him and talks as they saddle up.*

Yeah. He was telling me that I hurt people and I told him I was following orders. Then he asked me the question that freaked me out and I couldn't find the answer. He asked... if I was a person or a soldier. And like. I'm technically both but. I think I know what he was trying to get it. Like I know what I did was bad but... I don't know. Its a perspective thing? Like doing bad for the greater good? But down here. it's so much different that I don't think he'll ever get it.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's hard to tell, honestly when it comes to The Devil he puts himself above everyone except for my former therapist...

He gives a quick pat on the back of the massive sun worm's neck, giving the signal to start heading back to the Homestuck layer.

I think he had a point... I think distancing yourself from the Foundation is for the best. They're not exactly as focused on the betterment of mankind as they say. You've done more for them than they've done for others.

[lola-nova-scp]

... For some reason that's a hard concept for me to grasp. That part where I've done more for them than they've done for others... Your right but... like... I feel like I'm just now realizing this or remembering it.

*She leans into his arms wrapped around her.*

Do you think we've been doing bad things? Even if we were following orders, does that make us bad people? I'm not sure any more.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's ... It's okay. Next time, please just come home. If you tell me you need time to try and relax, I'll give you as much space as I can and I'll tell Aurora to not bother you.

She's had panic attacks before from nightmares, so she knows that sometimes people just need to feel safe...

He gently takes her hand, holding it tight in his hand.

You never have to apologize for needing space or time...

[lola-nova-scp]

*She holds his hand tight as well and pulls him in for a hug.*

I promise I'll go straight home next time I'm like that... But I have to warn you, I'm not pretty when I cry.

The Devil said he was going to kill me again so, I think I've burnt that bridge in my attempt for friendship....

*She sounds bitter as she says that and her body shakes a little before she takes a breath.*

Let's go home.

[hvk-jenkins]

... He said what?

VonKraft slips his hands into hers, leading her over to Yaldaboth, who's waiting nearby.

I... Yeah, let's just go home.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She walks with him and talks as they saddle up.*

Yeah. He was telling me that I hurt people and I told him I was following orders. Then he asked me the question that freaked me out and I couldn't find the answer. He asked... if I was a person or a soldier. And like. I'm technically both but. I think I know what he was trying to get it. Like I know what I did was bad but... I don't know. Its a perspective thing? Like doing bad for the greater good? But down here. it's so much different that I don't think he'll ever get it.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

It's ... It's okay. Next time, please just come home. If you tell me you need time to try and relax, I'll give you as much space as I can and I'll tell Aurora to not bother you.

She's had panic attacks before from nightmares, so she knows that sometimes people just need to feel safe...

He gently takes her hand, holding it tight in his hand.

You never have to apologize for needing space or time...

[lola-nova-scp]

*She holds his hand tight as well and pulls him in for a hug.*

I promise I'll go straight home next time I'm like that... But I have to warn you, I'm not pretty when I cry.

The Devil said he was going to kill me again so, I think I've burnt that bridge in my attempt for friendship....

*She sounds bitter as she says that and her body shakes a little before she takes a breath.*

Let's go home.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[hvk-jenkins]

I'm... Fine. When you didn't come home I came looking for you. The Devil sent me to some green bench, and then I just started looking for you.

... Are you okay?

[lola-nova-scp]

Yeah I'm... physically ok.

I uh... I had a little freakout. I didn't want you and Aroura to see me like that. I didn't want you asking questions that I didn't have answers for at the moment and... Well I fell asleep on a bench some where and ended up messaging someone who lives on layer 7. They... they helped a little. But... I'm sorry I made you worry.

[hvk-jenkins]

Hey... I need a ride. I ended up in the Violence layer of Hell. I'm ok. Just a little lost.

How did... I'm on the way.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Is found sitting on a spikey looking bench.*

H-hey.

*Notices that he looks disheveled and stands quickly.*

Are you ok?

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Nice place you got here... I'm not going to lie, I think I'm going to trauma dump on you while we get to know eachother.

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

*Her voice is raspy, worn, her expression flat, and yet, you don't feel unwelcome*

[lola-nova-scp]

*She cautiously steps into the apartment and takes a look around while she makes her way to the chair. Something about Morgen is comforting for her. Lola is used to the flat, expressionless, no BS talks in the Foundation. Morgen reminds her of a safe version of that. She takes a seat.*

N-no. I'm... I have been using clones to extend my life in this line of work. I think this is going to be my last clone though. It's anxiety inducing to know this is my last one.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

*There isn't much to see in the small space. The apartment is sparsely furnished, bed, kitchenette, a door in the corner likely leading to a bathroom. The only real points of interest are the drying rack with neatly stacked microscope slides and other glassware, and a map of the layer with pins stuck in it.* Clones hmm? And how exactly did you achieve that?

[lola-nova-scp]

I made a deal with the Foundation to download my memories onto their systems. Clone were made and turns out this system works. I have my memories and personality but without the true body.

I'm kinda having a crisis of who I am and how to live my last life....

*Looks over their shoulder.*

What's with the map?

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Intriguing... I worked on a similar project. Although we took it a step further and transferred those memories to entirely different bodies. *She crosses her leg, knee to ankle and leans back in the chair while she thinks the information over* And does the "true body", as you call it, still exist? Are there other Lola Novas still up there?

*Morgen glances over to the note-riddled map* Personal project, getting my bearings.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She thinks over the different body thing.* That's interesting...

As for the true body thing, I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure the 'True Body' is dead and gone by now. I'm sure they only have one of me at a time due to confusing the rest of the staff with to many Lola's. Also I think we got up to mischief by trading name tags and stuff when there was more than one.

The map is a good idea. I should do something like that.

*she pauses and bashfully asks*

If it's not too personal. How did you handle dying? I've done it too many times to count, but every time it's the scariest most painful thing to go through.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

"Pretty sure" isn't sure. You're making an educated guess, but it's still a guess. I'd posit your identity crisis has less to do with who you are as a person, and more that you've realized how very expendable you were to the Foundation. *There's an odd gleam in her eyes, lying in wait for a reaction. She doesn't break the searching eye contact as she answers the next question*

Painless, horrifying, insulting

[lola-nova-scp]

*Lola has the gut urge to run. She didn't like the cold sudden 'diagnosis'. She realizes that she's just talking to someone who almost gets it but isn't willing to change after hearing 'insulting.' All this, the realization and the emotion, shows on her face. Her face hardens and her counter is a cold.*

I knew I was expendable. I didn't know to what degree. I found out I was lower on the totem pole than I thought I was.

*She smiles and stands.*

Thank you for clearing that up for me. I think I'll be heading home now.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

*Hmm, pushed too far this time.*

Much to process I'm sure.

*She stands and unlocks the door for Lola. Deadbolt, chain slide, the one on the knob, and one that slides into the floor. She nods at the excessive security* I hope all this didn't give you the wrong impression, the neighbors leave much to be desired in terms of social graces.

*She waits until Lola gathers her things and reaches the threshold before she speaks again. Hidden in her gravely voice, there's an unexpected note of apology and under that, the human need for connection*

Dr. Nova, should you find you have other questions about...anything, you know how to contact me.

[lola-nova-scp]

*Lola doesn't have much to gather, but patiently waits for the door to unlock. She sighs when she hears the need for connection in the gravely voice. Her posture softens a little. She knows that feeling.*

I... I'll let you know if I have any questions. Thank you.

*Her phone is in her hand as she walks out the door.*

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Nice place you got here... I'm not going to lie, I think I'm going to trauma dump on you while we get to know eachother.

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

*Her voice is raspy, worn, her expression flat, and yet, you don't feel unwelcome*

[lola-nova-scp]

*She cautiously steps into the apartment and takes a look around while she makes her way to the chair. Something about Morgen is comforting for her. Lola is used to the flat, expressionless, no BS talks in the Foundation. Morgen reminds her of a safe version of that. She takes a seat.*

N-no. I'm... I have been using clones to extend my life in this line of work. I think this is going to be my last clone though. It's anxiety inducing to know this is my last one.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

*There isn't much to see in the small space. The apartment is sparsely furnished, bed, kitchenette, a door in the corner likely leading to a bathroom. The only real points of interest are the drying rack with neatly stacked microscope slides and other glassware, and a map of the layer with pins stuck in it.* Clones hmm? And how exactly did you achieve that?

[lola-nova-scp]

I made a deal with the Foundation to download my memories onto their systems. Clone were made and turns out this system works. I have my memories and personality but without the true body.

I'm kinda having a crisis of who I am and how to live my last life....

*Looks over their shoulder.*

What's with the map?

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Intriguing... I worked on a similar project. Although we took it a step further and transferred those memories to entirely different bodies. *She crosses her leg, knee to ankle and leans back in the chair while she thinks the information over* And does the "true body", as you call it, still exist? Are there other Lola Novas still up there?

*Morgen glances over to the note-riddled map* Personal project, getting my bearings.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She thinks over the different body thing.* That's interesting...

As for the true body thing, I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure the 'True Body' is dead and gone by now. I'm sure they only have one of me at a time due to confusing the rest of the staff with to many Lola's. Also I think we got up to mischief by trading name tags and stuff when there was more than one.

The map is a good idea. I should do something like that.

*she pauses and bashfully asks*

If it's not too personal. How did you handle dying? I've done it too many times to count, but every time it's the scariest most painful thing to go through.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

"Pretty sure" isn't sure. You're making an educated guess, but it's still a guess. I'd posit your identity crisis has less to do with who you are as a person, and more that you've realized how very expendable you were to the Foundation. *There's an odd gleam in her eyes, lying in wait for a reaction. She doesn't break the searching eye contact as she answers the next question*

Painless, horrifying, insulting

[lola-nova-scp]

*Lola has the gut urge to run. She didn't like the cold sudden 'diagnosis'. She realizes that she's just talking to someone who almost gets it but isn't willing to change after hearing 'insulting.' All this, the realization and the emotion, shows on her face. Her face hardens and her counter is a cold.*

I knew I was expendable. I didn't know to what degree. I found out I was lower on the totem pole than I thought I was.

*She smiles and stands.*

Thank you for clearing that up for me. I think I'll be heading home now.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Nice place you got here... I'm not going to lie, I think I'm going to trauma dump on you while we get to know eachother.

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

*Her voice is raspy, worn, her expression flat, and yet, you don't feel unwelcome*

[lola-nova-scp]

*She cautiously steps into the apartment and takes a look around while she makes her way to the chair. Something about Morgen is comforting for her. Lola is used to the flat, expressionless, no BS talks in the Foundation. Morgen reminds her of a safe version of that. She takes a seat.*

N-no. I'm... I have been using clones to extend my life in this line of work. I think this is going to be my last clone though. It's anxiety inducing to know this is my last one.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

*There isn't much to see in the small space. The apartment is sparsely furnished, bed, kitchenette, a door in the corner likely leading to a bathroom. The only real points of interest are the drying rack with neatly stacked microscope slides and other glassware, and a map of the layer with pins stuck in it.* Clones hmm? And how exactly did you achieve that?

[lola-nova-scp]

I made a deal with the Foundation to download my memories onto their systems. Clone were made and turns out this system works. I have my memories and personality but without the true body.

I'm kinda having a crisis of who I am and how to live my last life....

*Looks over their shoulder.*

What's with the map?

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Intriguing... I worked on a similar project. Although we took it a step further and transferred those memories to entirely different bodies. *She crosses her leg, knee to ankle and leans back in the chair while she thinks the information over* And does the "true body", as you call it, still exist? Are there other Lola Novas still up there?

*Morgen glances over to the note-riddled map* Personal project, getting my bearings.

[lola-nova-scp]

*She thinks over the different body thing.* That's interesting...

As for the true body thing, I'm not sure. I'm pretty sure the 'True Body' is dead and gone by now. I'm sure they only have one of me at a time due to confusing the rest of the staff with to many Lola's. Also I think we got up to mischief by trading name tags and stuff when there was more than one.

The map is a good idea. I should do something like that.

*she pauses and bashfully asks*

If it's not too personal. How did you handle dying? I've done it too many times to count, but every time it's the scariest most painful thing to go through.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Nice place you got here... I'm not going to lie, I think I'm going to trauma dump on you while we get to know eachother.

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

*Her voice is raspy, worn, her expression flat, and yet, you don't feel unwelcome*

[lola-nova-scp]

*She cautiously steps into the apartment and takes a look around while she makes her way to the chair. Something about Morgen is comforting for her. Lola is used to the flat, expressionless, no BS talks in the Foundation. Morgen reminds her of a safe version of that. She takes a seat.*

N-no. I'm... I have been using clones to extend my life in this line of work. I think this is going to be my last clone though. It's anxiety inducing to know this is my last one.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

*There isn't much to see in the small space. The apartment is sparsely furnished, bed, kitchenette, a door in the corner likely leading to a bathroom. The only real points of interest are the drying rack with neatly stacked microscope slides and other glassware, and a map of the layer with pins stuck in it.* Clones hmm? And how exactly did you achieve that?

[lola-nova-scp]

I made a deal with the Foundation to download my memories onto their systems. Clone were made and turns out this system works. I have my memories and personality but without the true body.

I'm kinda having a crisis of who I am and how to live my last life....

*Looks over their shoulder.*

What's with the map?

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Hey. Where in Hell are you based? I need to calm down before I go to my uhhh i guess home layer? Yeah home layer.

Layer seven. Approximately ten minutes walk due east from the train station.

[procedural-intelligence-labs]

Nice place you got here... I'm not going to lie, I think I'm going to trauma dump on you while we get to know eachother.

*Morgen's gaze flicks around her permissible studio apartment, then back to her guest. She doesn't comment.

She kicks out a chair at the small breakfast table, hanging her cane on the back of the other chair, taking a seat as she gestures for Dr. Nova to do the same*

A common sentiment here. Everyone seems to have strong opinions over their death. But you're not dead yet, are you?

*Her voice is raspy, worn, her expression flat, and yet, you don't feel unwelcome*

[lola-nova-scp]

*She cautiously steps into the apartment and takes a look around while she makes her way to the chair. Something about Morgen is comforting for her. Lola is used to the flat, expressionless, no BS talks in the Foundation. Morgen reminds her of a safe version of that. She takes a seat.*

N-no. I'm... I have been using clones to extend my life in this line of work. I think this is going to be my last clone though. It's anxiety inducing to know this is my last one.

[lola-nova-scp]

I can't believe I fell asleep on some bench...I feel like shit... What layer am I on?

[lola-nova-scp]

I'm going to look to see if anyone is around... I hope I can get directions...

[lola-nova-scp]

When I get back, I'm going to look up Hollow Knight and see if I can play it.

[legendary-scholar-deactivated20]

Imagine the time it took to make this happen.

[mothcrumbs]

[lola-nova-scp]

I can't believe I fell asleep on some bench...I feel like shit... What layer am I on?

[lola-nova-scp]

I'm going to look to see if anyone is around... I hope I can get directions...