week 8, monday evening

[socloverit]

[guess who got kicked out of her room by the robots again

yeah

the robots are probably so sick of her

but the daycare seems like it's been forgotten about so it's become Clover's favorite new haunt, especially because the major advantage of being so small is being able to sit down in the ballpit and just disappear.

or. mostly. There's a big ol' tuft of pink ponytail sticking out from the ballpit, and a bunch of the balls have been displaced and are just kind of scattered all around the place. If any passersby listen carefully, they might hear muffled Furry Passing soundtrack noises.

Clover Field is a spy. She is a literal secret agent. She works for the government. Putting those espionage skills to work.]

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[antagonize]

[Wow. Super spy skills. So subtle. So sneaky. There's no way anyone could notice the ponytail sticking out from the ballpit.

Jason had originally just planned to test the walkie talkies's range. Maybe rope someone into putting up with his shit long enough to help him do that. But now he's taken a look inside the Daycare, and there is definitely muffled Furry Passing noises coming from the ballpit.

So.

You know.

There's only one thing to do here.

Time to fulfill his destiny and chuck one of the walkie talkies at the ballpit.]

[socloverit]

[obviously. obviously this is the natural conclusion to this scenario??

and the natural conclusion to a walkie talkie being chucked into the ballpit and hitting her right in the head is for Clover to yelp—] Ow! [—and burst out from the ballpit and jesus christ she's holding the meat cleaver she for sure just dropped the datapad so she could wield the meat cleaver on her way out, and oh. it's just Jason. And that's just a walkie talkie. She is lowering the meat cleaver back into the ballpit.

Still glaring at him though!!]

[antagonize]

[He's snickering at her reaction, seemingly unfazed by having a meat cleaver pointed at him. Clearly, Jason Todd is 19 going on 5.]

Pick the walkie-talkie up. It's time to see those espionage skills of yours in action.

[socloverit]

[Her completely unimpressed expression is staying right there, but after a second, she does pick up the walkie talkie and squints at it.]

Why. [what are we doing, why are we doing it, why throw things at her head]

[antagonize]

Why not, is what you should be asking.

[She picked it up. He's counting that as a victory.]

But to answer your question? Or statement — whatever. [Let him live.] We're going to test the range for these doohickies. See how far we can be from each other before they stop transmitting.

[socloverit]

[She's still squinting at him, entirely unimpressed, and frankly she doesn't especially want to play walkie talkie range-testing games? But that was not in the form of a question and she's getting the impression that fighting him on this is going to take more energy than it's worth.]

Whatever. [But, walkie talkie in hand, she does climb her way out of the ballpit, meat cleaver and all.]