7

The box has no door or hinge, instead being open to the elements and rather large enough for 7 to stand in comfortably. She likes to sit in there and observe at times, and the little ladder running up the post should have obvious reason to exist if you're mailing 7!

Player Name: Steahl
Preferred Pronouns?: She/her
Player Contact: steahl@yahoo.com/futures.ash@gmail.com/steahl#6332 on Discord
Other characters in play? None yet

Character Name: 7
Canon: 9
Game Transplant: Maison de Portes
Original App: She can hold her own.
Game Summary: This was generally a jamjar horror game with an incredibly secretive plot that most players couldn't directly interact with. Haunted series of houses on the property people were trapped in, a variety of monsters that got worse at nights, and physical shifts/changes in the room landscapes per cycle/hour and the like. Add in 'experimentation' on chosen characters and it was a mystery horror with body shock elements and an unfortunate amount of secrets that encouraged drama between players.

How long was your character in Game: Physically played in game from 9/22/2012 - 9/29/2013, which was in character play from Night014 - Day026.
History of Character in their Game: 7 was rather distressed to go from a landscape with only monstrous machines to a place with actual, living humans with several variations. They were at once baffling and terribly delicate, a dichotomy that helped distract her from the sheer terror of HER FAMILY BEING WITHOUT HER. To say she worked hard to not go insane with worry was an understatement. She...asked a lot of questions about these extinct creatures, and came to a lot of conclusions along the lines of 'how did they not all die out sooner?!'but made...friends. Some of them rather large indeed. Despite her personal turmoil she tried to remain cheerful for others and keep dangers scouted and observed. It was one of her purposes and therefore grounding, to scout and protect.

Granted, this led to an eight inch homonculus managing to ferry human sized people through flooded rooms, but she has never allowed the size of a task to daunt her if it needed to be done. She, quite possibly, needs a great deal of therapy though.

How did they change from their canon personality wise (Please explain what caused it to happen?) 7 honestly hasn't shifted much from her canon tendencies toward calm calculation and explosive action. She hasn't had a chance to catch her breath, or to sit and shake, given the world she found herself in. If anything she's shifted to widening her idea of 'those to protect' and it generally includes most biological beings she encounters now. They are all so fragile and delicate and did she mention how creepy bleeding is?!

Characters with a great deal of influence on 7 in game:

Chrome (Reborn canon): For lack of a better term this girl needed adopting. She was hesitant and scared of a great deal in the world,while still being strong and capable. 7 had never met anyone like the girl, nor really understood youth beyond 'the twins are young and young things are to be protected', but this shy adolescent triggered all of her proective instincts without, somehow, making her wrap the girl in cotton and hide her away in a library. Chrome needed to learn, and 7 found herself delighted to actually teach the girl, even if it was a challenge to get her to stop shrinking away from things, and to adapt lessons into things a human body could actually mimic. They practiced spear together!

Kiziah (OC character, Katzu): It was hilarious, really, that the tallest person in house, and the smallest, would be so alike. They were both hunters well used to dealing with monsters and a harsh environment. It was the first time 7 had encountered someone who could just...be a friend. Someone who didn't need protecting, except in rare circumstance, and shared similar interests and just...yes. The tall woman was casually strong which meant 7 could actually relax around her. Together they carved weapons, and Ki taught her how to make more than weapons, jewelry was a novel concept but amusing, just an extension of the beading she already did on her helmet, why hadn't she considered such before?! Imagine creating without purpose beyond fighting or surviving. She adored her new friend for that alone, never mind Ki gave her so much more context on the worlds of non-cloth people!

Rabbit (Steam Powered Giraffe): Ah, Rabbit was a delight. He called himself a robot but he had a soul (OOC: myself, Steahl, am aware Rabbit in this group is trans and prefers female pronouns, but the played character was run as male and happened before Rabbit's decision on such), which meant he wasn't a mere machine in 7's eyes. More, Rabbit was...gentle, if strange, and knew about music. Ah music, she'd never heard it live as it were, her siblings didn't sing, and the twins poked music boxes but it wasn't the same at all. She learned to trust his judgement of others, because she knew she could be a suspicious thing...where he hope. Optimism in the good of those they met. Heart aching good her friend, and perhaps naive, but comforting to be around.

Maurice (OC Vampire): This was a substrain of human she had only seen in fantasy writings in the library. Vampire. Sunlight hurt them and they ate blood, which was essentially human juice. If that wasn't bad enough, well, he was also a nervous sort and it took her a while to warm up to the earnest young man. When she did though, ah, he was a mechanic! One who fixed machines, which meant he had skill in helping repair and stitch! For all he claimed to be abl things himself, well, he made her protective. How not when he didn't like looking people in the eye or talking loudly? He seemed abused for lack of a better term, which meant he was someone she tended to seek out during the nights to check in on.

How did they change from their canon physically (Please explain what caused it to happen?): She has a few new stitches for small scrapes in slightly different colors since her new thread hasn't had a chance to sun fade like the rest of her, but that's it.
Powers: Tactically minded and prone to decisive action and swift calculation she's a fighter well experienced in taking out things far larger than herself and able to use the environment to full advantage. Also, being a homunculus, she doesn't technically breathe, or need to eat, which can be useful powers to have! She has some slight sensitivity to souls/spirits given her nature, but that rarely comes up. If anything she'd be able to see them more clearly than a human would.
Possessions:
~One spear, scalpel edged, made of welded metals with a ring on one end.
~One bird skull helmet with stringed beads running down the back.
~One small pack made of netting, holding a set of clawed climbing gloves, several bone shards, a small school uniform rolled tight for safe keeping, and a needle and thread.

Please provide three samples from your previous game, at least one will have to be third person with context:
Sample One: In which 7 talks to a fellow created being and feels a touch of peace, even if shadowed by protectiveness.
Sample Two: 7 gives advice on self confidence in relation to facing down monsters. Object lesson (warning for threat of eye injury but no actual injury).
Sample Three: 7 meets a doll construct named Tarzie, during a period when all inhabitants of the houses are blind! It makes her homesick, in a sense, and delighted in another!

Notes: There is still a great deal of human, and biologic people's, culture she doesn't understand. Nothing behaves in the way she expects, and she's likely to ask questions in order to try to relate to the people she meets. If she ever gets a wish she'd prefer to be able to see her family, even just for a moment, in order to see they are alright without her.

Additions per request!

Chronologically as best mun is able!

~7 awoke in Maison disoriented and confused by the scale, and good repair of where she found herself. It was a chore to slip from the large bed to the floor, then out into the hall, and upon meeting her first inhabitants shock warred with rage that some monster had crept close enough to project images (some in her home world could do so). As attacking projections were rarely the way to the projector though, she ended up quizzing those she encountered for non-recorded responses.

They passed!

Thankfully.

She didn't care to have to, even in illusion, kill these lingering specimens of an extinct species. Thus began the start of her grand 'Are you Sentient? Do you have a soul?' challenge questions to all and sundry! It was a clear and easy way to get people off guard, which led to candid responses instead of potential record playback!


~Given she woke during a day cycle (defined by the sun is shining as opposed to any logical number of hours), there wasn't much in the way of monsters to hunt. Or rather monsters that needed hunting, what others called monsters were merely animals of one odd form or another, causing no more harm than a wild thing would. No ill intent, so she didn't feel the need to eradicate them. So, she needed a project to keep herself from falling into bad thought patterns, and so she spoke with a young human, Chrome, and her intent to map this house at least, top to bottom in full. There were many places a person her size could access that others could not after all! And it kept her out of the way of the odd social customs of humans, and human sub-species!

~A paper bird drew her to an injured human, a photographer, down in the depths of the basement. She never did learn what a photographer WAS mind you, but she was assuming it was something like a nationality. Regardless, the girl was rather, well, frankly, stupid in thinking she could call for help and then tell the one responding that it was too much risk to aid her.

Silly, silly human.

She managed to convince the woman to take her guidance, 7 riding on her shoulder to give running commentary on the environment until they could get the girl to a safe room for the night, and a form of armament (fire pokers were apparently the pointy tool by the fireplace). A brief commiseration about the nature of Monsters and she got the girl locked in and headed out into the basement halls to observe and hunt.

~There was gifting from the House. All residents received winter clothing.

~Winter clothes were useful! In that way where her paranoia returned full blown when she was back in the first house and it made a lovely decoy scarecrow so she could curl in a dark nook between children's books in the library she found and actually get some rest. Sleep was hard alone, but she was used to it given her world. If. People. Would. Stop. Poking. The. Decoy. Doll.

It made noise. It was suppose to make noise! SO SHE WOULDN'T SLEEP THROUGH AN ATTACK!

It was so hard not to attack the curious. Thankfully she knew several of them, and the rest seemed non-threatening for the time being. Sleep deprivation was nothing new, and her new friends would probably laugh if she tried to explain that yes, she slept, so it was a grumbly homonculus that did the social thing.

~MEETING KIZIAH! A non-human! Not from human stock at all but a hunter and that was just...so different and strange and amazing and the gracious (tall) woman (the different species still used similar gender terms weird huh?) gave her scrap bits to use from her carving! In fact it led to climbing spikes that helped 7 conquer the stairs to finish mapping her house!

There was also some amusement over humans. Feh, humans. So weird! It was important to reach for moments of levity in a dark world after all.

~Spear Lessons! & and Chrome finally got a chance, in a day sequence, to assemble practice dummies and coach each other through styles. She gave what wisdom she had in a smaller hunter being effective against larger enemies, and Chrome helped her learn an interesting trident move...but the day was derailed by social norms, and clothing based on gender, and 7 really not getting it.

At all.

Mumbling mess ensued! And sudden descent in explanations of sexuality as it came to appeal to preferred genders with nods to preferences outside the norm! The lessons boiled down to: skirts are mating attire, male skeletons were perhaps less sturdy than female, mammary glands are called breasts as opposed to the breast region of human torsos, society can enforce mating attire despite a lack of desire to mate, and Chrome may be the worst sex ed teacher ever.

Thankfully things derailed into social alliance, and from there to discussing if 7 was naked, or clad due to fabric skin and belts.

~Things shift, night comes, and most inhabitants forgot their names. Then it started raining blood inside. Not seeing it coming FROM a fragile human 7 decided to ignore it as just discolored rain from the crap atmosphere and meets up with her Friend (Maurise), as he's managed to step outside the first house.

There was land floating above them.

The obvious conclusion was that someone cracked the world but good, leaving atmosphere but disjointed physics somehow. she wasn't her brothers, she couldn't theorize as to the math or even could have caused it but...

...but that wasn't the point. Her friend was sad and as such she tried to talk him through why the floating landmasses didn't truly matter. Not really anyway.

There was talk of nightmares and dreams, and what the difference is between them, but 7 always dreams of falling birds. Always, somewhere n her dreams, there is that tragic shower. Dreams could be sad, but for her it was a soft sadness. Accepted, no hard edges to slice every time she had it.

~7 determines a young hell hound is more YOUNG than HELL, and prevents a man from eradicating the pup 'chasing' her.

~Same night 7 meets Chrome's other half, Patchwork (Mukuro), Chrome is missing. Taken by one of the Powers in the houses and they immediately start a hunt. They go seeking but do not locate Chrome, they do locate pools of blood in the Chapel and that does not bode well for anyone.

Also 7 asks seriously how much blood a human can leak safely and how to tell if it's fresh. These are important questions.

~A young Black Mage named Vivi was experimented on by denizens of the house, tuning up his magic to uncontrollable levels. 7 runs into him panicking and trying to exhaust himself so he wouldn't keep casting and possibly hurt others. She gets him to calm down a bit through firm conversation and logic, and grimly helps break down safe targets to bend his magic toward.

~7 made it to the third house after thoroughly mapping the first and immediately ran into a confusing human who had lost a bag, and was odd enough to convince 7 they were both a neophyte human, utterly absent minded, and perhaps silly. He declined to allow her to examine his ears to aid with his ability to hear.

A brief encounter with a curious parrot (OMG LIVING BIRD!) led to another confused human who hadn't noticed her before their pet bird tried to pick her up.

Then she met Rabbit! The 'bot' was the closest thing to her family she'd met since arrival and just...comforting. After a bit of feeling each other out she was declared a little sister and went riding on his top hat as they went looking for his family. Another robot, not the one he was looking for, found them due to Rabbit's signals and there was a long debate over associating with him. 7 had issues with being without souls (she asked if he had one), and Rabbit wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt being the more generous sort. Finally she relented, agreeing to trust the newcomer on Rabbit's recommendation.

This is also where 7 aids Chrome in dealing with her new...pet. And self confidence (linked example thread above).

Ah, then she met a pup again, though he'd been returned to his proper body as a human and they talked philosophy and how not to lose the SELF in one's mind even when missing key pieces such as names. And then they discussed the end of the world and how it could happen in other worlds as well. You know, nothing heavy or anything.

~Rabbit and Chrome run into the Electric Ghost and Rabbit is critically injured, resulting in Epsilon and & coming to help due to screaming Chrome. As 7 can't see Rabbit's soul she assures people the bot isn't dead and gets everyone MOVING to a safer location so that the damages can be analyzed and fixed properly. Whereby analyzed means 'we are not qualified to fiddle with this tech' but thankfully (and sadly) one of Rabbit's brothers arrived to provide a reboot.

~The House or it's Masters decided to screw with inhabitants, giving everyone notes from home. 7's indicated the twins had to leave their home and move westward without her there to protect them and keep the monster population down. She didn't take it well and set about doing constructive things, like creating a weighted, and barbed net to give monsters more handholds for her. A new human stumbled into her work and had to be rescued from barbed netting and crystalline quills then she logiced him into actual thought, which was apparently a feat given the characters canon relies on thoughtless reaction to survive.

~Kiziah's people have a two week estivation period during the summer, a coma like state designed to let the Katzu survive intense heat in their home territories and sleep until prey is also moving again. She awoke from this state ravenous and 7 got her to the kitchen, catching her up on events of the past two 'weeks' in the houses and admitted she failed to kill the man who attempted to poke Kiziah while asleep. Drive off, yes, but not kill. She promised to do better next time.

~7 meets Loveless as he's painting, and he takes her to see a bonsai. A tree. A LIVING TREE. It's a sad and heart wrenching thing but beautiful and honest, and apparently her reactions stirred some of the same emotion in her new friend.

~One of the Powers of Maison has a birthday party, where guests dance with their loved ones and 7 is NOT pleased. So instead she interrogates the birthday girl as to the nature of birthdays themselves and concludes that the reason she did not know of them before is because they are a shameful practice that led to enslavement of others and likely fell out of practice before her time.

~Loveless has been given care of a baby. 7 did not know humans came in that size and lack of functionality! They talk about how not to...make mistakes. Or rather to make them honestly and learn from them as teaching any young thing is not about being perfect, but about caring.

~The houses were flooded one night, filling as hours passed. 7 crafted a boat and encountered a doll, a man who had been shifted into the shell of a ball jointed doll. She rescued him from the waters and they got washed into the basement as water poured down the stairs. That boat is cracked and the human-turned-doll safely stashed in a safe room 7 manages to get back upstairs and crafts a raft...and then a larger one with aid since a human is blind and needs help escaping the rising waters. Poling a human sized raft was hard but not impossible as she did not have the biology humans did to rip, tear, and fatigue. Once the halls grew too narrow she led the human along a series of tables and flotsam to the safe zone for the night.

~Nightmare plot. 7 helps in the dreams of her team, but they almost all get lost in the face of her nightmare, the last days of the war when the world died. She's not certain to this day how they managed to wake afterward.

~Maurice was heavily damaged in the night, a board in his gut and missing an arm. Being a vampire it didn't kill him but he was miserable. & finding him derailed his thoughts no suicide and she got started stitching him up to prevent further damage.

~7 briefly meets a sailor Scout. It goes poorly as the girl was following 7 underwater and asked who owned her, so, paranoia and firmly requesting the human stop following her if she was going to be so rude.

~Eleven year old kids can be truly informative! 7 might have terminally embarrassed Coraline at several points in regards to biology questions but she did try to explain why adults tried hard to protect young things, and why they would continue to do so regardless of the girl preferring to slip off.

Player's Name: Steahl
Contact info: Veldrin Dalharil on AIM, or steahl@yahoo.com
DW: septenary_soul

Character: 7
Canon: 9 (movie)
Version: Movie
Canon Point: Pre-canon
Age: Pointless. 7 was created from electronics, metal, fabric, body memory and part of a soul. Her components age as such materials do, and she came to life knowing many of the fundamentals infants learn such as language and motility. She didn't have a reason to keep track of years after she awoke and aided her fellows.
Gender: Female



History: The world was at war when 7 awoke. The sky was overcast and dim, explosions and screaming echoed constantly between the brownstone walls, and everything was so very much bigger than she was. Than they were. The Machine had moved against Humanity and she was born right in the middle of it. She awoke to the kindly face of 2, helping her sit up, and the sour face of 1already judging her and her worth...

...and they had to leave. She knew of no reason to tell them she couldn't, 1 had decided it wasn't safe and they had to withdraw to a location less likely to be smashed to bits by a bomb or burned by fire. As she rose, as she moved, memory drifted into her mind; memory not her own.

And what was she? Machine? Human? No, certainly not. Something else, born for After.

Of course there was an After. The world moved on after all, even if the creatures upon it did not. She knew what she was though, she was a protector. A scout. She had the urge to search, to seek, to find the safe paths for the others she had awoken among. Not an easy task for a battlefield, and that was what the world outside was. They were in the open when The Machine launched it's final strike on the world; a horrid gas that made life wither and die away.

All life.

The plants withered and died away, the humans coughed and choked out the last of their lives, and even the birds fell from the sky. She watched them fall, those winged creatures, standing in the open while 1 huddled under his shelter and tried to call her in. In time the twins joined her, recording the fall of the world from chaos to ash. The passing of reality from human hands to their own of copper and steel.

Their world was not safe though. Creatures created by The Machine still prowled the land, eager to hunt down and destroy any life but their own; and more 1 went insane with fear. She knew of no other way to put it. Their nominal leader wanted to sit and wait out the patience and existence of a machine. And he had made a pet enforcer of 8, a bully of a creature that enjoyed displaying his strength against the weaker.

It was not a place for her, or the twins who were frequent targets. She needed to be out in the world, making it safer, and she needed her siblings, the twins, to be safe. Six wouldn't come with them when she took them out into the night but...she'd come back. She'd check on him. The place she found for the twins was perfect, a place they could research history without fear, where they could catalog and record in safety. And she...went out into the surrounding world. To hunt, to clean up, to do what she could to ensure the safety of those she cared about. The sun bleached her, the wind scoured her, and she gathered her share of stitched scars, but she liked her life. It was a good one. She made a difference.

Personality: 7 is the only female to manifest from the soul of their creator, and as such she apparently received all of the maternal and protective instinct. She abhors bullies and feels an undeniable need to protect the vulnerable, the weak, and the young seeming. Those among their numbers that awoke as special, as young, as unconnected to reality in a way? She needed to protect them. Protecting the rest was secondary; they were grown and capable of keeping themselves alive should it come to that.

Outside the need to protect and the dedication to her small family, 7 is a loner. She thinks, and operates, best when she can be moving and not worrying about the safety of others. Motion helps problems resolve themselves in her mind and as a consequence she has become an incredibly fit young woman. She has more stamina than her fellow numbers and an almost uncanny ability to evaluate a situation and react. In a fight she can analyze and pinpoint weaknesses that she, at her size, can effect without unnecessary sacrifice.

In fights she is fearless, more than willing to be the first, and only target, if it keeps other safe. This does not mean she doesn't know fear at all though. She can be afraid, she is simply not ruled by it. She is a woman of deep emotion, she cares to a fault and will run away from emotional situations in order to buy herself space and time to think about it. She will always return though, when she has settled her own heart.

She always returns.

She has to. She has to check in on her family. To make sure they are safe and well. She has to make sure nothing new has arisen to threaten them and that no new insanity has placed them in danger. The numbers are hers and as such she carries out battle in their name. She wants to give them the world.

A safe world.

Fears: Chief among any other fear 7 fears leaving the twins without a protector. She fears that they, her people, will die and fade away leaving the world to the machines, and she fears that somehow she will be traced back to the others. She rarely fears for herself, death means little to her as long as her death means something.

That said, without the context of her world and the support and care of the people who love her? 7 is a broken, lost doll. She is driven and defined by the twin caretaker drive and exploration drive. Removed from her support system she will worry. She will worry, she will fret, and slowly drive herself sick with the need to get back home.

One way in which this obsession with returning home can and will be mitigated or slowed will be in finding people who need a protector, even an eight inch protector. She is a very physical person, she touches people that matter in order to reassure herself that they are real and alright.

And when they are not 'alright' she will have a great deal of adjusting to do. She is a creature of cloth, metal, wood, and electronics. Her body is infused with energy, her cloth skin can 'hurt' just like human skin, when she is torn she feels pain. She does not bleed however, and beings that do so are going to disturb her, immensely. Bleeding is hard to fix after all. Stitching does not cure bruising and in essence, living creatures are so much more fragile than she is.

She will be living in a terrifying world of delicate creatures from her history. Creatures that wiped themselves out, and a part of her will be convinced that these beings are going to insure their own destruction if she does not somehow convince them to do otherwise. Watching the extinction of an entire ecosystem leaves a mark after all. Stranger still, the enemies in this setting will more often than not bleed as well. The monsters and enemies will have weaknesses she does not understand and needs such as hunger, where in her own world the monsters are driven by the commands given to them such as 'hunt' or 'destroy' and 'find'. She will have to study, observe, and research these new enemies.

There will be plants. She is not afraid of plants per say, but...they are alien, and amazing, and green. There will be times when she allows herself to be very, very distracted by the fact that there is a plant, even a houseplant, nearby. She may even choose to defend said plants against harm if they are near combat.

As time goes by 7 will begin to wish, desperately, that the people who matter to her were there and present. The twins would be amazed by this world, they'd catalogue every nuance of it, and having 2, 5, and 6 present would greatly settle her nerves. Without them though...she will begin to wonder if she died. This world could very well be some version of Purgatory or Hell. She is not of a theological bent herself, but she always listened when the twins wanted to share something, and both of the little ones had read and recorded anything they could get their hands on. That included liturgical works. Given how they created 7 knows that the Soul exists...and who is to say the humans were wrong about some half-life after death?

A world of punishment and horror? She could very well believe she was in a Hell.

Finally, she can get reaction shakes and the need to close her eyes against horror. Everything in the world is bigger than her; but she tends to get shakes and panting after a battle rather than before or during.

Weaknesses: 7 has many weaknesses. Her eyes are electronic and therefore her sight can be effected by magnetic fields and electromagnetic pulses. She is also EIGHT INCHES TALL. All the fierceness in the world cannot compensate for existing in a world of giants. Pulsing or strobe lights can cause an overload in her 'brain' which can cause paralysis or a hypnotized state. Also, her soul, her 'being' as it were, is a seed soul (part of a soul that was cleaved in order to provide the basis of a new soul) so it can be 'unset'. She can, in short, be easily possessed or displaced by a soul or ghost that is willful enough to displace her.

Mundane Strengths/Abilities: 7 is incredibly flexible and quick thinking. She is violent when necessary and immune to drowning/gas inhalants/suffocation due to the fact that she only breathes when needing to speak. 7 also has no need to eat. She has a heart beat which coincides with the electrical current through her body (alternating current not direct current). She experiences 'adrenaline' surges and emotional surges that simulate bodily hormonal shifts due to the fact that her initial template is based on human. They are not chemical adjustments but electronic parodies.

She feels pain. The current running through her body suffuses all aspects of it. A rip or tear in her skin hurts, a broken hand or leg joint is excruciating, and replacements will take time for her to 'feel' again. In essence, when being repaired, it may take days or weeks for the numbness in the new body part to wear off.

7 'sleeps' for a few hours every couple of days. This a low energy state where she rests and stops thinking for a while, since anyone who doesn't rest in one way or another will eventually drive themselves insane or worse. She can delay these rest periods as necessary for a time but her stress levels will amp up if she does so too long.

Also? She is EIGHT INCHES TALL. There are many things a tiny person can do as opposed to a large person.

Sensitivity/Magical Ability: Given the provenance of her soul, 7 is sensitive to souls and can see them with greater clarity than most. Ghosts and drifting spirits appear in greater detail than they usually would. Otherwise she has no magical ability.

Supply List: 1 bird skull and feather helmet. 1 rope belt. 1 carbon steel tipped spear/glaive.

Game Transfers: N/A

Sample RP post: The first thing that struck her was the cleanliness. This world was clean, orderly, and most importantly it was structurally intact. No weak and dusty sunlight filtered through the walls and the floor beneath her feet was smooth and even. She shifted her grip on her spear and listened. Sometimes the creatures in her world could project images, fantasies woven from film and light, but they never held up well against all the senses.

One heart beat.

Two.

Twelve.

There was nothing. Not the sift and crumble of unstable walls settling or even the brief, chitter and skitter of a creature perching in a corner and projecting. Nothing moved. Nothing shifted at all. And there wasn't even the mild fizzle and pop of electronics behind a lens.

Eventually she moved again, dragging the tip of her spear lightly along the nearest wall. The sharp tip left a scratch, physical proof that this wasn't an image or illusion, and that...complicated things. It complicated things a great deal. There was nothing for it but to make some noise, see what responded. That should give her some clue as to the situation. “Hello?” she called softly. The walls swallowed the noise as a matter of course though, thick, solid, and unyielding. It would take a great deal more than the tentative hail of a doll to reach beyond them.

She didn't like wondering what new form of monster was just around the corner waiting to pounce. She didn't like the solid occlusion of these walls and the closed in feel they created. Even the sanctuary she'd found for the twins didn't feel enclosed. It didn't feel like a trap.

This did.

A trap and a danger and alien. Most certainly alien. Fine. With an annoyed growl at herself to struck her spear loudly across the nearest vent grate. It drew sparks, but more importantly it made a horrid screeching noise. “HELLO?” If this was truly a trap better it was sprung early, and not even thick, unburnt walls could swallow down that level of noise.

No.

This time she'd be heard.