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]

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.]