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[xenacomplex]

Irene found some green nailpolish, and since acetone is an unpleasant smell in any circumstance, she's taken it up to the roof to paint her nails. It's good strength training, which Irene defines as anything that involves having to have a light touch as opposed to one that moves mountains with a flick of a finger

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[ratwithwheels]

Rattrap has been interested in the greenhouse on the roof ever since he'd heard about it.

It's not that he's a green thumb really. It's more that since before he came here he had been stuck for about a year on lush, green prehistoric earth, he actually came to enjoy being around greenery.

Not that you'll ever hear him admit that. He doesn't want to sound as loony as Tigatron.

So there's a cybernetic rat walking around on the roof near the greenhouse. He knows the humans around here seem to freak out alot at his beast mode, but he actually finds that part amusing.

[xenacomplex]

. . . wtf it's a rat.

Irene has seen rats before, but not ones that, yanno, gleam.

She pauses, mid-nail, and resists the urge to click at the rat.

[ratwithwheels]

It's also the size of a dog.

Rattrap turns and sees Irene there. He stands on his hind legs, and waves with one of his front paws.

"Hi there."

Oh, yeah. He talks, too.

[xenacomplex]

Irene, still staring, waves back.

Nail polish sloshes onto the ground.

"Hiiiiohshit."