16472/Mecha Universe Bonding

Mecha Universe Bonding
Date of Scene:	02 December 2023
Location:	Interior: Helicarrier
Synopsis:	Singularity follows Gothic Lolita around the helicarrier and shares more about herself. And she learns a little about Gothic!
Cast of Characters:	Singularity, Gothic Lolita

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Singularity has posed:
It had only been a short time since Singularity had teleported the trio. When teleporting, one gets the feel of what it's like to be in the dimension that Singularity exists in, when not in the real world. It's warm, blue, and void of any kind of decoration or design. It's the space between the world known as HAM and the universe that exists inside of Singularity.

There was an audible pop and gentle push to expel the three of them as Singularity breathes a sigh of relief as there are no alarms, no sirens. Nothing of the panic she got the first time she was here.

"You said. New clothes. Healing?" she asks of Gothic now that they are settled, her feet not quite touching the ground. "Not hurt. Can leave." She doesn't want to crowd Gothic, she was told that she is sometimes clingy and peppy and that may not be for everyone.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
GL is not used to teleportation. Her equilibrium goes a little haywire as her GPS struggles to orient itself for a moment. She staggers for one step as her systems calibrate. In a very human motion, she heaves out a steadying breath before she straightens, shaking her head. "Don't like that much. Nope."

She takes in the Helicarrier's interior and shrugs a bit. "I can get some clothes here, yeah. Not my clothes, those are at the Trisk, but it'll do til I can get back there."

She moves, padding surprisingly lightly on fishnetted feet. "So, how did they catch you?"

Singularity has posed:
"Trisk. Never been." Singularity admits as she looks aside to Gothic Lolita and frowns as she admits her discomfort, her hands raising to her mouth. "I apologize. Caused discomfort." She drops her hands back in front of her and floats next to the mecha, "Like to see. Normal clothes." comes the admission, before she returns her attention to the question asked of her.

"Had reformed. Come back. Somehow knew. Saw them. Said friends. Wanted to help. Find friends." she explains, "Told me. Needed tests. To locate." There, her frown deepens. "Was..." There's a long pause as Singularity reaches up, playing with her hair in thought, brushing her fingers through the starfield for several seconds before.

"Bamboozled!"

Gothic Lolita has posed:
"It's not your fault," the mecha says with a shake of her head. "Teleporting messes with my internal GPS. Traveling any kind of distance that fast throws it off. It's like," she hunts for the right word. "Vertigo in humans. Makes me dizzy for a second until I can recalibrate."

As they move down the halls, GL is heedless of the eyes on her. Though maybe they're looking at the floaty blue girl. She listens, nodding. "They love to do that. They were probably going to weaponize you or something. Glad I blew them up."

GL takes a sudden turn, a door opening into what appears to be a locker room. She moves to a cabinet, opening it to reveal stacks of t-shirts and shorts. She snags one of each and heads back towards the showers, tugging the rags of her dres, underwear and fishnets off, tossing them into the trash. "I lose more cute dresses that way." Heedless of her nudity, she just moves into the showers.

Whether or not Singularity follows her, it doesn't take the mecha long to clean off the smoky residue. Emerging to dry off and dress in the gym clothes.

Singularity has posed:
"Keep in mind. If I do. Again." Singularity promises when Gothic explains what happens to her when teleported. "Know others. Throw up. Inside me." She makes a little face at that, but continues down the hall. And she's not heedless of the eyes on her. On the contrary, she waves and beams. "Hello! Singularity! Gothic Lolita's friend!" comes her peppy introduction as they end up in the locker room.

She doesn't turn away when the mecha undresses, instead, she has an intense curiosity about her, but - she doesn't follow her into the shower.

In another world, she had followed that Nico into a shower, and she got a good scolding on how human females desire privacy in the shower and do not need a pocket dimension looking at them. So she learned her boundry. Not that she needs to shower.

"Like. Water feels." she comments as she waits outside. "Swimming." comes the further explanation, if it's needed as she folds her hands in front of her. "The experiments. Not bothering. I. Could. Escape." She just didn't realize that they were being stupid and totally deserved to be blown up. "Collapse building. Outside. Worried."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
GL runs fingers through her wet hair, suddenly realizing she lacks a brush. She'll just have to shower again when she's back at the Triskelion. At least she's decent now. For everyone else, anyway. Once again, she has no care for modesty or privacy, really.

She exits the locker room, the door opening and closing with a hiss. "That wasn't my first last second escape from an exploding facility. It won't be my last, either. It's kind of what I was made to do. ...It's fun, too."

Singularity has posed:
"Fair." Singularity responds when Gothic comes out of the shower and dresses. "Liked other look." she points out diplomatically, with a slight teasing twinkle in her stars. "Explode alot?"

"Perhaps should not. Mexican food." The cosmic girl gives a teasing little titter of a laugh. Apparently she is trying to make a joke. Or something. It's hard to tell with her.

"Trisk. Show me picture. Or GPS. Teleport?" she asks.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
"Yeah. I like the other look better too, but my room's not on the carrier," she says with a shrug, seemingly content to walk through the halls in tiny gym shorts and a long t-shirt. "I don't explode a lot. My clothes do. I'm really tough, but I haven't been able to find anyone to make me a cute outfit that's indestructible."

She tilts her head slightly, trying to get the joke. Maybe she's just not human enough to get it. After all, she doesn't need to eat, but food tastes good. No ....aftermath worries for her either.

As for the Trisk, GL steps to a nearby console and punches a few keys, a holoprojector spitting out an image of the Triskelion. And the co-ordinates as well. "That's where I keep my stuff."

Singularity has posed:
"Do not. Need clothes." Singularity comments. She poses slightly. "Always this." A bright smile. She's clearly comfortable with herself. But when Gothic doesn't get the joke, there's a slight frown. Clearly, it is something she will need to work on!

But then there is the image, and Singularity studies it for a few seconds and nods. "Okay!" she exclaims and when she lifts her hand, she pops into existance a couple of portals. "Thank you. Saved me." she says with a bow of her head. "Glad. New friend." she explains, ready to let Gothic Lolita to leave and get on with her day, because she's sure she has better things to do than tend to the little pocket universe.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
"I mean, I only wear clothes because I like looking cute," GL says with a shrug. "It's not like I get cold, or care if people look at me." Infiltration is often easier if you look normal and aren't running around naked.

The portals open, and this will be easier because she can pre-configure for the transport. "I mean, I appreciate the lift, but...are you gonna be okay by yourself? If you need a place to lay low for a bit, I'm sure the brass won't mind if you sleep on my couch. Metaphorically, anyway."

Singularity has posed:
"You are." Singularity responds. "Cute." she adds so that Gothic knows what she is referring to in this case. "Cannot. Hide." She explains. Even if she wore clothes, she looks like she's made of stars. So what's the point?

There's a pause when Gothic offers to let her stay on her couch, she giggles. "I'm a GIRL." she explains. "Stay there. At base. Can sleep. Own dimension." A smile touches her lips though and she steps up to touch Gothic's cheek. "Will see again. If want? Or can visit?"

She's in no rush to run off, "Didn't want to. Disturb you."

Gothic Lolita has posed:
GL parses the strange emphasis on the word GIRL, running through accessable databases until she comes across it. "Oh. You work with them. Okay. That's good," she says with a nod.

She does smile at being called cute, though it kind of ruins what's left of the Goth Look.

Her eyes widen slightly at the gentle touch. It's clear she's not really used to it. "I... Yeah. That'd be cool. We can do ... something. There's always stuff going on. And I can protect you from losers who want to put you in a tube?"

Singularity has posed:
Singularity's hand is cool to the touch on Gothic's cheek, and when she explains her reasoning, there's a little laugh, warm and sweet in it's tone. She will have to show Gothic at some point that she can take care of herself. But for now?

"Sounds like. Fun." she agrees as she drops her hand and steps back. "See you." And she falls backwards towards her portal. "In a second!"

Blip! She disappears through to head to the Trisk to wait for Gothic Lolita to join her.

Gothic Lolita has posed:
GL tilts her head again, quizzically. Singularity is an interesting person. She's clearly people. As much as GL herself is people. Which is at least -mostly-.

The blue girl tips backwards to fall through her portal, and the mecha stares at the other one. The one waiting for her. She takes a needless breath as she pre-figures her internal GPS, telling it that she's about to step some distance between this Helicarrier and the Trisk. Her head might get a little swimmy, but less than the last time.

She lets the breath out and steps through.