Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190417015551/@comment-26892768-20190422021839

Meanwhile, as Vriska screams in rage...

On the ground of forest, a rather large figure sleeps soundly, covered by a blanket that seems comically small in comparison to the one it's covering and a pillow serving as a rest for the figure's head.

...or, technically speaking, just the figure. The rest of the body is cybernetic, after all. Only real organic parts are in the face - the light purplish skin, the large yellow eyes - currently closed - and the dark purple lips, currently pulled into a smile as she sleeps.

The lips part a little as she giggles, apparently enjoying her current dream as she does a bit of sleeptalking. "Little Rook, so scandalous! I could take you now, if it is wanted...well, if you insist!"

One of the woman's rather larger mechanical hands presses against the floor as she starts giggling again...only for it to trail off as she feels the floor, her eyes opening as she tries to blink the sleep out of her eyes.

"...why is bed ''soft?" ''The woman narrows her eyes as she feels the ground beneath her. "Bed is not soft. Bed is not this color."

Grabbing the blanket and tossing it off, the alien woman gets up, looking around wildly. "This is not cell at all! This is...I am not sure what this is. This is...forest? Term for this is forest, yes? Yes, this is forest, probably."

The alien woman stops looking, staring at the space ahead as she thinks. "Then, if this is not cell, then I am not in prison..."

She's silent for a moment, and then she cries out, "Noooooooooo! I do not want to be out of prison! If I do not serve time, then I cannot become redspot! I like being good guy! I like being close to little Rook! I can't do that if I am not in cell!"

With that, the woman begins pacing. "Okay, okay, calm down time, Fistina; this is not too bad, I just need to be back in cell before they check! Yes, that is what I will do! I will make sure...to..."

She trails off as she looks in the distance, her eyes narrowing.

"Someone is making annoying noise. I cannot focus with noise. I will ask them to stop politely-" Fistina, as she dubbed herself, slams one fist into the other's palm. "-with fist."

And off she goes!

Fistina is not the only one disturbed by the noise.

Somewhere a good deal closer to Vriska, a green-skinned woman groans, eyes blinking open as she rubs the sleep out of them and brushes her blueish-black hair out of the way.

"Plague Knight, if you're going to open a portal to the realm of the damned, could you at least do it in the..." The woman trails off as she looks and sees the actual source of the screaming. "...morning?"

As the troll girl finishes screaming, she takes a few disjointed, heaving breaths, before yelling out to the world, "F8CK!!!!!!!!"

And with that, Vriska starts ranting. "What the FUCK was that!?!?!?!? I was in the m8ddle of my gr8est m8ment, and then, before I c8n ev8n see that green b8stard d8e before my ey8s, some fuckass decided to t8ke it aw8y fr8m me at the l8st sec9nd! Was it the orange guy? I swear on Parad8x Sp8ce, if the 8r8nge guy d8d this, I'm gonna...who the fuck are you????????"

The green-skinned woman blinks, surprised that the troll girl noticed her at all.

"Oh, it's Mona - Mona Mopes if you want to get formal - and..." Mona trails off, trying to figure out what to say. As much as she hates to admit it, she is not that great with kids, or teenagers for that matter. "...okay, I have to be honest, I'm not sure what that was all about, but do you want to break something?"