[action - everywhere there is to be an action, all day]


[Guess who drank the milk this morning, Robot House? And guess who's now as high as a kite?



Lucky for all of you she doesn't have her Interface powers back, otherwise....]


Eeeee...! Mama-Lady, Papa-man, everyone, the milk is no niiiice! Eheeehheeee don't be afraiiiid...


Wait wait why...are there...flowers on your head? Ehehehehe....



[phone - evening]


[There is suddenly an ear-piercing shriek over the phone lines. Have you ever heard a Humanoid Interface scream, Mayfield? It's not pleasant. It sounds more like a combination of a dying cat, bad violin playing, and a dog whistle thrown into one horrible package. Something like that shouldn't be coming out of a "teenage girl"'s mouth.]

I - [Action, morning - 1450 Mitchell Road]

[Looks like Robot House has a new not!daughter. She is currently wandering around the house at the crack of dawn, pushing open every single door and window in the house, regardless of who or what may be in/out there. When she "finishes" so to speak, she settles at the landing of the staircase, her hands folded in her lap. She appears to be fascinated by them.]

II - [action, afternoon - around town]

[Kuyou will be wandering around aimlessly, still apparently fascinated by her skin and hair. She doesn't appear very aware of her surroundings, so excuse her if she absentmindedly bumps into a tree or gets hit by a car. And then picks herself right back up like nothing happened.]


III - [phone, afternoon]

This...place...it is very strange.

We are...all humans? ...feels strange. Sasaki not here? Kyou..ko? Fuji...wara? [She pauses.] Kyon?