Joseph
It had been a while since Frankie settled herself into her new life within NC. A few weeks, maybe? But, man, since she was such a little kid compared to everyone she's seen hustle and bustle on her floor, well, maybe keeping to herself for a bit more was the best survival choice. 

Her face twisted into a grimace. A stomach growl. She hated leaving her room. Even if it was so weirdly immaculate while she tried her best to keep it as it was when she first came in. Maybe it was time for a rock candy refill? Or even a simple snack run. But she would need company. It's been mighty lonely, but, well, she didn't really feel comfortable talking with older kids. So she normally just kept her head down and scurry past them. But no more pity partying. Maybe she'd fine someone going outside her room at this time? But, well, some protection would need to take place then! 

Rummaging underneath her bedframe, she took out Corn's idle boxed body. Hoisting it up onto the mattress, she scurried outside her door, and called out, a bit hesitantly, to activate him. 

"Corn, c'mere and be a good ankle biter, will ya?"
Thomas
◇ Another day, another Woolong.

□ Boredom sat in the stagnant air, the overhead circulatory system blocked by some unseen clot, and it was driving Margo insane. Her room already proved itself to be a constant war of temperature, and it was a battle she was just about prepared to pay a HVAC guy to win for her via the heat pump method. En lieu of such an absolute victory, though, she decided that maybe what she needed was a stroll, some time spent outside of the comfort of her dorm, with its wall of books and the constancy of tea on the induction cooktop.

▪︎ So, she sat up, stretched, turned off the television and used the inky blackness as a mirror. What she saw? A dyke in a halter top, with far too few tattoos.

• She stepped out of her dorm, dressed to kill, the stick of a lollipop hanging from cracked lips, hands in the pockets of her red-black cargo pants, a certain air to her posture and how she roamed the halls with Merle Haggard blasting from her chest pocket and cherry hair dangling carelessly in her face. What would today bring?
Joseph
Hearing a door open on her floor, Frankie felt a jolt of slight fear and MAJOR excitement go through her body. Trying to beckon something moving towards her close to her chest, she held the weird object to her body tightly, and with a faltering laugh, spun on her heel and began to march down the hall. Rounding the corner, there was a... A person. Oh no. Immediately, that initial fear was turning to a 9 on the intensity scale from her room neighbor. Yeah. Sh-She looks scary. Tall, too! 

Comically swallowing a big gulp of air, she slid pushed herself into the wall and slid down, hugging Corn to her chest, the strange colored robo-dog panting at her face. His key-like tail was winding around and made a simple ticking noise that filled the air.
Thomas
◆ "Am I that intimidating?" Tuned in to her own station, yet the world itself still held sway over her conscious mind. She noticed a diminutive squirt trying to get around her, and thus she had to open her mouth. "Good."

□ Letting a chuckle bubble in her throat for a few moments, Margo reached up and turned down the music, also deliberately sliding a foot out to block the shorter girl's passageway. Maybe it was cruel, but... She was *Bored,* And the thing about boredom was that with it came restless mischief, the normally stoic, quiet academic giving way to a more mischievous, melancholimanic soul. With the sounds of Merle still singing about gunning a man down, she clacked the lollipop against her teeth, staring down with her eyes starkly opposed in their look.

▪︎ One normal and silver, one completely inhuman; a glyph across it, her power's signature.

• "So, what's up with the dog? Looks like one of those, erm... IDogs? From the mid-2000s. Weird things." She'd noticed the robotic dog, and thus... She commented. "Or would ya rather slink off to your own life than chat with a neighbour?"
Joseph
Corn reacted first from Margo's intimidation, and spun his head around like an owl to growl like a chainsaw. It didnt make sense, he surely had no motor or voice box capable of making such a guttural and natural imitation of one. But it still came out of his mouth. 

Frankie patted Corn and carefully set him down on the floor, just as his little feet popped into existence. Chattering around like a chicken without his head, the imaginary friend became to figure eight around the two girls. 

"Oh! He... Uhm.. He's Corn! I'unno if he's a eyedog." Staring up at Margo with curious but hesitant eyes, it was 100% obvious the glyph held Frankie's attention, and she was gonna blurt out a lot of questions if she could muster the courage. 

Now that she thought about it, she was chicken, not a lion, even if cowardly. 

Just as she was about to dash away, body instinctively trying to duck and run, a cartoonish pop! Of confetti styled smoke came out of thin air between the two girls, and Gravy was. Well. Hm. How to say this. Staring at Margo. But. Also holding onto her face. With his entire tiny body. Hm. Someone should teach everyone manners in this hall.
Thomas
◆ "Fair." She nodded, an eyebrow shooting up as said companion's head whipped around and a guttural steel-on-steel noise screeched from its throat. "Thing sounds like it could use a Hall's, though... Christ."

□ It was the truth, as she saw it. This thing – Corn, the petite girl had named it – had been squawking like a mechanical parrot for a few moments at this point, and her lips already curled into scowl at the very tips out of annoyance. Why was this thing screaming? She hadn't outright threatened anyone, so it couldn't have been that. Whatever. Shaking her head she let slid her leg back to meet its partner, able to tell from the girl's fixation on her glyph eye that she was too curious to really dash off.

▪︎ Fine and dandy; now, what the hell had grabbed her face?

◆ "What the fuck...?" Obviously surprised, she quickly raised a hand to her face, and with a swift motion grabbed onto whatever was hugging her face. "Alright, let go... Goddammit, man, is this another one of your death traps?"