〣 VISUAL 〣 run like a river, fall like a fountain
The Cuckoos are sitting together in the apartment they claimed in the Sanctuary shortly after arriving. However, one would hardly recognize it as such because apparently, the girls have learned how to use the hatches. The walls are a freshly painted pink, there's a pink shag carpet on the floor, the couch the three clones are sitting on is covered with a pink slipcover... It just goes on like that. Suffice it to say, there's not much question as to what the Cuckoos' favorite color is.
Anyway, they've made themselves quite comfortable in their little apartment, and are now broadcasting in matching pajamas and sunglasses. Celeste is holding the tablet, with Phoebe on the left and Mindee on the right (not that anyone can tell the difference), and their eyes are softly glowing behind the shades.
"So," they start off, "since we're all settled now, we suppose we ought to do some fact-finding. Basic tactical knowledge, of course. Who's out there, and what are you?" They cant their heads to the side, one at a time for an odd domino effect. "We can tell you're not all baselines, so enlighten us. We're waiting."
A beat. Then Celeste speaks up by herself. "Oh. And thank you for the gift, Master."
The other two nod in agreement, empty little smiles appearing on all their faces under their new sunglasses. "Sent yours already," they hum, easily slipping back to tandem. "It should arrive soon."
[LOOK AT THIS BADASS PINK MOTHERFUCKER OF AN APARTMENT. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT. 8DDDDD]
Anyway, they've made themselves quite comfortable in their little apartment, and are now broadcasting in matching pajamas and sunglasses. Celeste is holding the tablet, with Phoebe on the left and Mindee on the right (not that anyone can tell the difference), and their eyes are softly glowing behind the shades.
"So," they start off, "since we're all settled now, we suppose we ought to do some fact-finding. Basic tactical knowledge, of course. Who's out there, and what are you?" They cant their heads to the side, one at a time for an odd domino effect. "We can tell you're not all baselines, so enlighten us. We're waiting."
A beat. Then Celeste speaks up by herself. "Oh. And thank you for the gift, Master."
The other two nod in agreement, empty little smiles appearing on all their faces under their new sunglasses. "Sent yours already," they hum, easily slipping back to tandem. "It should arrive soon."
[LOOK AT THIS BADASS PINK MOTHERFUCKER OF AN APARTMENT. LOOK AT IT. LOOK AT IT. 8DDDDD]