"They said I'm supposed to talk to you, but I don't really understand why. Do you talk back? ... Well, it'd be much more interesting if you did. Oh, I just don't know. What should I say? Does it really matter?

What? My name? Oh, it's Viki. But wouldn't you already know that if you were calling...?"

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Viki was uneasy-there’d been an ending, she’d been around for it, somehow she was graduated (and what, really, did that mean to her?). She didn’t know, but that they’d given her a piece of paper and it was supposed to be important and so it went in the small bag that she was toting around constantly now out of well prepared paranoia.

( Not that it stopped her... )

Viki had found seventeen presents in the course of the morning. They did not have labels on them, but she assumed that, in the absence of labels, that they were for her. (And, as most of them were found in her room, she thought that it was an assumption that was well and good enough to make ( Read more... )

Viki contemplated the empty space that Bumblebee had left in the room they had been assigned rather seriously, tilting her head at it as she tapped two fingers against her cheek ( Read more... )

Viki was bored and, admittedly, somewhat anti-social for reasons she could not put her fingers on. It was these two things combined that led to her deciding that a small fort, built on her bed, was the perfect thing to spend her time doing ( Read more... )

Viki was pleased with herself ( Read more... )

Viki was sitting on her bed, and idly considering her crayons--she’d found them in the pocket of one of her robes and wasn’t sure how they’d gotten there--and wondering if maybe, just maybe she ought to draw anything with them ( Read more... )

It occurs to me that I should probably do the whole… info post thing. (Yay?) I’m bad at these, just a warning.

So, let’s go.

( And onwards! )