video. username: ilikehorses

[shoplifter]

[There is a mildly anxious child on the feed, sitting on the edge of the community building roof as she munches down on some potato chips; this child's diet is 1000% on point. But more importantly, she flashes the video feed several stories below toward some of the trees. The little accent is full of confusion:]

They are dying. What are they sick with?

Shouldn't someone do something to save them? ¿Dónde está el jardinero?

[Seriously, nobody seems concerned about the leaves all falling off. Or them turning odd colors.]

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audio;

[shoplifter]

Me llamo Laura. I come from a building... I did not know 'outside' until recently.

But I heard some things about it.

audio;

[chaosvessel]

[He doesn't say anything for a moment. She didn't speak common for a moment there, he was sure of it.]

Laura. [He gathered that much, at least.] Only a building?

audio;

[shoplifter]

Yes. It was a building where they kept their projects.

audio;

[chaosvessel]

Projects.

[yeah, he really doesn't like the sound of this.]

...were you one such project?

audio;

[shoplifter]

Yes.

They wanted us to be weapons. They wanted to sell us to people who needed us.

[She's dreadfully used to explaining home, calmly, casually.

But she at least is slowly understanding the madness of that place.]