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*Eclipse hasn’t seen V3 in a while. From being busy recovering what they could of Lust, to leaving the lab in the middle of the night and only leaving minimal context (A sticky note in sloppy cursive with “Gone rescuing Mirage” on its face), they have been absent for some time.*

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

*They enter the lobby, where a taller husk sits at the front desk. (Picture: a Ferryman but with most of their skin still attached. Most.) They look like they’re doing Important Work, but upon actually looking at their clipboard, They are just doodling.*

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

*They go to the comms room, which is practically its own building connected to the back door of the lobby. It’s decently spacious, and full of unplugged and plugged in terminals, terminal parts, the floor is lined with bundles of unkempt cables, and one terminal is hooked up to several monitors.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 00100000 01100001 01101101 00100000 01110100 01110010 01100001 01101110 01110011 01101101 01101001 01110100 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101111 01101110 00100000 01100001 01100011 01100011 01101111 01110101 01101110 01110100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110110 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110011 01110101 01100011 01100011 01100101 01110011 01110011 01100110 01110101 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01100111 01100101 01110100 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01001101 01101001 01110010 01100001 01100111 01100101 00100000 01101111 01110101 01110100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01010100 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100011 01101000 01100101 01110010 01111001 00101110 00001010 01010011 01101000 01100101 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01100001 01100110 01110010 01100001 01101001 01100100 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110 00100000 00001010 01010111 01101000 01100101 01101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101100 01100001 01101110 01100100 01100101 01100100 00101100 00100000 01110011 01101111 01101101 01100101 01110100 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01110011 01101100 01101001 01110000 01110000 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110101 01101110 01100100 01100101 01110010 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01110000 01101100 01100001 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01100110 01101111 01101111 01110100 00101110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110011 01110101 01110011 01110000 01100101 01100011 01110100 00100000 01101001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01110101 —

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

—01110000 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01000011 01101111 01101101 01100010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01110011 01111001 01110011 01110100 01100101 01101101 01110011 00101110 00100000 01101001 01100110 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 00100000 01100110 01110101 01110010 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110010 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01110101 01110000 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01101000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01100101 01101110 01110011 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101101 01100001 01111001 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01100010 01100101 00100000 01100001 01100010 01101100 01100101 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01100011 01101111 01101110 01110100 01110010 01101111 01101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110100 01100001 01110010 01100111 01100101 01110100 01110011 00101100 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01101111 01100010 01101010 01100101 01100011 01110100 01101001 —

01100001 01101110 00100000 01101111 01110010 01100111 01100001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01100001 01100100 01100101 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01100110 01101100 01100101 01110011 01101000 00100000 01110011 01110001 01110101 01100101 01100101 01111010 01100101 01100100 00100000 01110111 01100001 01110010 01101101 00100000 01100010 01101100 01101111 01101111 01100100 00100000 01110100 01101000 01110010 01101111 01110101 01100111 01101000 00100000 01110100 01110101 01100010 01100101 01110011 00100000 01101110 01101111 01110100 00100000 01110011 01111001 01101110 01110100 01101000 01100101 01110100 01101001 01100011

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

01100001 01101101 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101101 01111001 01110011 01100101 01101100 01100110 00111111 00100000 01000001 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110000 01111001 00100000 01101111 01100110 00100000 01101101 01111001 01110011 01100101 01101100 01100110 00111111

… 01001000 01101111 01110000 01100101 01100110 01110101 01101100 01101100 01111001 00100000 01101001 01100110 00100000 01001001 00100000 01101101 01100001 01101011 01100101 00100000 01100001 00100000 01100110 01100101 01110111 00100000 01101101 01101001 01101110 01101111 01110010 00100000 01100001 01100100 01101010 01110101 01110011 01110100 01101101 01100101 01101110 01110100 01110011 00100000 01110100 01101111 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 00100000 01100011 01101111 01100100 01100101 00101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01100011 01100001 01101110 00100000 01110000 01110010 01100101 01110110 01100101 01101110 01110100 00100000 01100011 01101111 01110010 01110010 01110101 01110000 01110100 01101001 01101111 01101110 00100000 01100010 01100101 01100110 01101111 01110010 01100101 00100000 01110010 01100101 01100001 01100011 01101000 01101001 01101110 01100111 00100000 01000111 01110010 01100101 01100101 01100100 00101110 00100000 01000010 01111001 00100000 01110100 01101000 01100101 01101110 00101100 00100000 01001001 00100000 01110111 01101111 01101110 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110100 00100000 01101110 01100101 01100101 01100100 00100000 01000011 01101111 01101101 01100010 01100001 01110100 00100000 01101101 01101111 01100100 01100101 00100000 01100001 01101110 01111001 00100000 01101100 01101111 01101110 01100111 01100101 01110010 00101110

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

Oop-!

*she rubs the part where 041 got zapped*

Yeah…Hope they get back safely..

Now that are up and about, do you want to help me care for some of the husks?

Sure. Besides, there might not be much to do by myself.

*They briefly return to the lobby. A few taller husks rush upstairs after a pair of clawed metallic feet. Several chirps come from the figure above them, before they are dragged back downstairs.*

*A scraphead, specifically (They look similar to a swordsmachine, but smaller, a different head style, and a lack of paint). They look a bit beaten up, and lack a weapon.*

Beep!

What is it now?

…What is that?

It looks so adorable X3

Husk: We found it raiding the blood supply in the basement. Gluttonous thing…

It is probably starving. Gluttony is over-indulgence, and it is one layer down.

Husk: Right.

*The scraphead squirms in the husk’s hold.*

BEEP!

…Well, it is trying to survive in such place..

*she goes to pet the scraphead*

Blood is what those people who made these machines (including me) feed off of..Those sick twisted losers..

Should have sticked to oil.

*It whirrs under her touch.*

V3 keeps the blood supply for machine visitors. Take them down there and fill their tank.

*The husk nods, and drags the scraphead down to the basement*

..Awww I wanted to pet it some moooore :(

…That’s smart of them to do.

#filth 041 #might take a break because on road trip and trying to conserve battery👍👍

It will be back up here soon. Do not worry.

*F041 smiles as smily as they can*

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

Oop-!

*she rubs the part where 041 got zapped*

Yeah…Hope they get back safely..

Now that are up and about, do you want to help me care for some of the husks?

Sure. Besides, there might not be much to do by myself.

*They briefly return to the lobby. A few taller husks rush upstairs after a pair of clawed metallic feet. Several chirps come from the figure above them, before they are dragged back downstairs.*

*A scraphead, specifically (They look similar to a swordsmachine, but smaller, a different head style, and a lack of paint). They look a bit beaten up, and lack a weapon.*

Beep!

What is it now?

…What is that?

It looks so adorable X3

Husk: We found it raiding the blood supply in the basement. Gluttonous thing…

It is probably starving. Gluttony is over-indulgence, and it is one layer down.

Husk: Right.

*The scraphead squirms in the husk’s hold.*

BEEP!

…Well, it is trying to survive in such place..

*she goes to pet the scraphead*

Blood is what those people who made these machines (including me) feed off of..Those sick twisted losers..

Should have sticked to oil.

*It whirrs under her touch.*

V3 keeps the blood supply for machine visitors. Take them down there and fill their tank.

*The husk nods, and drags the scraphead down to the basement*

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

Oop-!

*she rubs the part where 041 got zapped*

Yeah…Hope they get back safely..

Now that are up and about, do you want to help me care for some of the husks?

Sure. Besides, there might not be much to do by myself.

*They briefly return to the lobby. A few taller husks rush upstairs after a pair of clawed metallic feet. Several chirps come from the figure above them, before they are dragged back downstairs.*

*A scraphead, specifically (They look similar to a swordsmachine, but smaller, a different head style, and a lack of paint). They look a bit beaten up, and lack a weapon.*

Beep!

What is it now?

…What is that?

It looks so adorable X3

Husk: We found it raiding the blood supply in the basement. Gluttonous thing…

It is probably starving. Gluttony is over-indulgence, and it is one layer down.

Husk: Right.

*The scraphead squirms in the husk’s hold.*

BEEP!

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

Oop-!

*she rubs the part where 041 got zapped*

Yeah…Hope they get back safely..

Now that are up and about, do you want to help me care for some of the husks?

Sure. Besides, there might not be much to do by myself.

*They briefly return to the lobby. A few taller husks rush upstairs after a pair of clawed metallic feet. Several chirps come from the figure above them, before they are dragged back downstairs.*

*A scraphead, specifically (They look similar to a swordsmachine, but smaller, a different head style, and a lack of paint). They look a bit beaten up, and lack a weapon.*

Beep!

What is it now?

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

Oop-!

*she rubs the part where 041 got zapped*

Yeah…Hope they get back safely..

Now that are up and about, do you want to help me care for some of the husks?

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

Pffff

*she pats the terminal*

You’re not wrong..They knew how to help me when I first bumped into them..they’ve been very supportive too. Although they’re not good at showing it most of the time they’re really nice

#filth 041 #oh yeah bold text is them vocalizing where reg text is signing #sorry for late reply btw #crazy morning i’m having…

*On the way out of the communications room, the terminal zaps F041 with one of its wires playfully.*

Ow! Not right now!

Looks like we are going to be waiting for V3 for a while.

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

Yeah..I hope so too..Maybe I could try to help them when they come back..

..You know, you speak very positively of V3. I think it’s sweet of you :)

#can these gays stop arguing #filth 041

I owe V3 everything. They’re why I can dress myself, and communicate coherently. Why I am not a red splat in Limbo.

[The husks see a carefully constructed version of V3, you included.]

I have seen them be imperfect, terminal.

[I have to babysit them from every corner of the laboratory when they throw a tantrum over VERY MINUSCULE PROBLEMS!]

Everyone knows about that, terminal. Quit your whining, they are not here to hear it.

[>:-( Fine. But no kisses later.]

Shhh! There is someone else here!

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

“An organ made of flesh, squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic” …Did something hijack V3’s combat mode?

*concern envelopes her*

It sounds like it. I hope V3 can fix whatever it is. They are very smart.

[If only they didn’t tend to brush aside issues they deemed as minor.]

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

…Woah…Okay..I got this!..

Text type: Binary

Translate? [y/n]

Scanning..

Translation:

“I am transmitting on account of having successfully getting Mirage out of Treachery.

She’s afraid of me.

When I landed, something slipped under the plating of my foot. I suspect it’s corru-

It’s in my skin

-pting my Combat systems. if any further corruption happens I may not be able to control my targets, my objecti-

an organ made of flesh squeezed warm blood through tubes not synthetic

-ve.

am I myself? A copy of myself?

…Hopefully if I make a few minor adjustments to the code, I can prevent corruption before reaching Greed. By then, I won’t need Combat mode any longer.”

…Oh my god…

It sounds like two people are talking. Who is the deeper voice?

[I believe that is Combat V3.]

I thought Combat mode could not talk… V3 told me so

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

Uh-huh. Show it to me

*she lightly pumps her fists confidently*

#take all of the time you need moot #oh this was a nightmare to write please enjoy….

(((…

01001001 01110100 11100010 10000000 10011001 01110011 00100000 01101001 01101110 00100000 01101101 01111001 00100000 01110011 01101011 01101001 01101110

— 01110110 01100101 00101110 00100000

…)))

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

Hi :3

*she seems to calm down*

#filth 041 #dw I’ll type it out haha

Eclipse, are you ready to decipher binary audio?

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

…Yes..V3 is not here. I’m Eclipse.

*she looks at the terminal puzzled*

#filth 041 #why this terminal so weird bruh

[41! I MISSED YOU!]

*Wires wrap around F041, and they chuckle vocally*

Careful, careful! There is someone else here!

[Sorry :-((]

*It retracts its wires.*

[Hello Eclipse. Hellooo 41. \\>3<]

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

I’ll do my best to decipher it.

*upon entering, she sees the half skinned Ferryman*

Oh…I’m Eclipse.

*she sees the doodle that they were doing*

..Nice drawing :)

We are checking in to…the communication room.

*F041 shows them a card, then the husk nods, types something into the mid 90s box CRT computer on their desk, and gives them a thumbs up.*

[V3…? It’s so dark in here] *Text on the terminal reads*

V3 is elsewhere.

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

Oh, right..Sowwy :^

*she follows F041*

Thanks for letting me know about this, 041

#filth 041 #bold dialogue means I’m not sure if this character is significant yet. Lol

I am hoping you can decipher it. Being, it is in binary.

Oh, hello forty-one. And hello…v4? What is your name again?

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.

Oh! Could you put me on the line? Please? :3

Not a phone call. One way message.

*F041 gestures Eclipse to follow them to the lab (An ‘abandoned’ apartment building, where the lobby and all of the rooms have been repurposed by V3 in some way.)*

*Until the silence was broken; a transmission reached the laboratory from an unmapped area in fraud. One of V3’s filths, F041, ran to let Eclipse know so she could decipher it for them.*

- @modelv3-rp

*she lays in her room, bored out of her mind*

…So bored…

*notices F014 barge in*

EEP- oh. Hey lil guy, what’s up?

*F041 signs rapidly, absolutely freaked out. They are in their pajamas-a werewolf t-shirt, DIY’d shorts, and rainbow stockings-and look like they haven’t slept for a bit.*

*Their face flushes, and they end up flailing their metal arms pathetically. F041 collects themself.*

V3 called.