Rebecca
On a day/night like today/tonight the forests surrounding Newton's Cradle would normally be peaceful. The quiet chittering of furtive forest scavengers intermingling with the rustling of the breeze On this particular day, however, the cold Swedish wilderness is silent. No creature dares utter a sound... Because a cyborg teenager is punching a tree.

D'vorah Saltzmann was the cyborg teenager in question. Normally she would punch trees as a way of coping with anger, but on this particular occasion she did not feel particularly angry. No, on this occasion she was punching a tree because she felt like it. It was a large tree, and though it was half rotten it still held a decent amount of strength.

Each time Deev's metal fist collided with the tree, a dull *Thump* Followed by the rustling of leaves would ring out. It's clear that Deev has been doing this for awhile. She's even cleared out a rock to use as a conventient seat. She doubts she could *Actually* Break the tree with her punches... But one can never know, really.
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ It was a crutches day, Vi had decided. She had also decided, actually, that it was about time she dragged herself out of her depression pit. She manages a shower, an outfit she thinks is cute, and is currently on a walk.
A productive day so far, and Vi almost regrets taking the plunge into a walk, she stands in a clearing of trees, and it seems so does Deev.

: ̗̀➛✯ For a moment, Vi wonders if Deev had intents of destroying the tree before her- it certainly looked like Deev was letting out some kind of pent up aggression or rage. That said, knowing the people of the cradle, she wouldn't be surprised if the stranger was just lashing out at the tree for the sake of it.

: ̗̀➛✯ "...Good afternoon?" She tilts her head at the mechanical figure, internally hoping she can shed some light on Vi's bewilderment.
Rebecca
Deev pauses right in the middle of the wind-up for another punch. She slowly turns her head to face Vi, looking more than a little surprised at her presence. Her one robot eye is also displaying an animated exclamation mark.

"Uhhh... Afternoon?" Replies Deev, the counter-greeting sounding more like a question than anything. She wasn't expecting someone to show up... Honestly, she was hoping that nobody would find her here... It'd save having to explain what she was doing. This sorta... Frumpy-lookin' girl seemed ok though. Deev's getting pretty neutral vibes from her. She makes a mental note not to grip or touch Vi, seeing as she looks a little squishy. The crutches also factor in to this decision, but then Deev feels bad for assuming that the crutches would mean Vi is inherently squishy so she stops thinking about it.

Deev just sorta... Stands there for a minute or so. She then dusts the wood chips off of her before leaning casually against the tree she was just punching. As she relaxes, little hisses of steam escape from holes in her leather jacket, around her elbows and shoulders. She gives off the impression of a piece of industrial equipment coming to rest.

"Uhh... Yo."
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ In Deev's defense, Vi *Is* Kinda squishy! Unfortunately however, there's no escaping Vi's grasp... Hehehe. The short girl is actively surprised by Deev's eye- their eyes are both fucked it seems but man... Deev's was *So* Much cooler!- she stumbles back in surprise for a second, regaining her limited footing once she had comprehended the stranger's eye.

: ̗̀➛✯ "You uh... Having fun with that tree?" She awkwardly questions, blinking with a general lack of self assuredness. It was obvious Vi didn't hold herself with a confidence or swagger, more with self doubt than anything else.
So... Yeah, frumpy sounded about right! To carry herself as if a bomb could go off at any given moment was her god given frumpy right!
And once again, Deev is right. No squishing allowed.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi studies the stranger up and down, she's gathered the whole... Robot thing was her power- god knows *How* Did she come out of the womb like a transformer? Hmm...

: ̗̀➛✯ "You could... Get a splinter." Vi mutters- oh how she hated conversing with strangers... Actual agony at times.
Rebecca
Most of the right side of her face is mechanical, actually! It's kinda hard to tell with Deev's hair in the way, but the 'skin' around her eye is kinda plasticy-metaly lookin'. Speaking of Deev's face: A look of confusion spreads across it for a moment, before she looks at the tree as if it was the first time she was really *Seeing* It. 

"Uh, yea." Deev replies frankly as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "'s a pretty good tree. For punching."
A couple more moments of awkward silence before she continues: "See, the other trees round here are too tough. This one's kinda dead though, so it won't hurt if I punch it-"

"I can't really get splinters. I've got metal knuckles."
Deev holds her fists up, showing the flexible metal strip covering her robotic finger joints. It does, indeed look like it would be really difficult to give Deev a splinter. The palms of her hands appear rubberised somewhat.

"...Uhh, maybe we should just do greetings now and get it over with... I'm D'vorah. With a lil' apostrophe thing. Most people call me Deev." Her eye is currently displaying a little gif of two stick figures talking.
Geneva
"Huh..." She says quietly, well this was awkward... Flicking through the filing cabinet of her mind, Vi sought out a way to advance this conversation...

: ̗̀➛✯ "If your knuckles are mechanic... How does it hurt to punch certain tough trees?" She tilted her head, idly fiddling with the plastic zip of her hoodie. Bam, questions about the other was a good way to keep a short friendly conversation alive! Vi was curious too, she won't lie... It always sparked her interest when people had powers rooted in humanity- assuming this was her powers and not something completely different.

: ̗̀➛✯ "D'vorah, Deev... That's a really cool name, I'm almost a little bit jealous... I'm Violetta, or Vi- if you're so inclined."
Rebecca
Deev opens her mouth as if to give an immediate answer, before stopping and genuinely considering Vi's inquiry. Truth is, Deev isn't *Exactly* Sure how she can feel things. It's not quite phantom limb syndrome (at least based on Deev's limited understanding) since she's never really had perfectly functional meat limbs as far as she knew.

"I... Uhh... Hmm... My robo-bits can still feel things. Even the ones that aren't my special palms (They're kinda built to do that anyway). Like I can *Touch* Stuff and I feel textures and stuff but it's kinda like... I don't know how to explain it... It feels ghostly? Like I'm not *Really* Feeling it but I still register pain and junk?" Deev holds her arm up to the light, her hand spinning around in it's socket. A full 360° of motion! Real hydraulic gripping action! Wow!

"Yea it hurts to punch trees cause of *That.* If the tree ain't soft then my arm kinda buckles and pain... Happens..."

Deev waves at Vi. "Hello Vi." She says, neutrally. "'s a pretty good name too."
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ "I uh.. I get it, I think. A bit like dissassociation, but with touch." Vi's hand gently rests upon a tree's bark, she parks herself down on a stump beside a fallen tree. Nature had it's beauty around these parts, vines of ivy that tangled along tree trunks and moss that climbed up alder wooden bark. That side of her brain, the part that won't allow her to see a beauty in even the most marvellous of spectres often told her that it all could kill her if it wanted to.
But... Why would it want to?

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi seems to be actually quite impressed by the hand's motor actions- she gazes at the mechanics of it all, where the joints go, how it could possibly imitate the tendons and muscles

"Not that it isn't a marvel either way I mean... It functions perfectly, yes?"

: ̗̀➛✯ pov: Vi studies you for science
Rebecca
Deev's hand settles into a neutral position. She lets her arm flop down at her side and it whacks the side of the tree she was leaning on with a dull *Thonk.* 

"I wasn't born with 'em. They were attached to me pretty early, though. "

She scratches the back of her head, dredging up old memories. Her parent Drew described a decent chunk of the goings-on at the School to her, including some of the stuff with her dad, but she didn't really pay much attention. She was thinking about Gorillaz at the time, she recalls. Specifically: Russel.

"Yea uhh my dad put a bunch of robo-bits and a reactor in me cause I could already eat machines. When I was like... Two. In a lab."
"They work *Fine* But I need a serious upgrade eventually. Uhhhhhhh yea a lot of it was made around 2007-ish. I can run Microsoft Vista."

Deev rolls up her sleeve and flexes her arm. The synth-muscles and metal plates move apart as expected of a human arm, which is pretty good for artificial bionic limbs. The feint mechanical *Ticktickticktick* And dull whirring of the arm sound quite powerful.
Geneva
AUGH forgor
Expect response later 2day 😼😼

: ̗̀➛✯ "Huh... Feel free to ignore this question but- is that legal? I feel like being a body modded toddler is questionable under your human rights..." Vi buzzed on, continuing to be utterly fascinated with the contraption of Deev's arm... She'd been studying things similar for ages now; just out of a hyperfixated curiousity, really- had she formed any connection with guts when they were here, she would have been equally as nosy about the mechanisms.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Upgrades... God knows where you'd get those- how does it run microsoft if it's just an arm? How do you know it needs upgrades? I think it runs *Beautifully*, I didn't know we had even got this far, it's just like an arm-" 
It's not often Vi makes conversation outside of awkward small talk so quickly, but this interaction had gone from 'hows your day?' to 'show me the inner workings of your mechanical yet mortal form.'- which was an achievement for miss Violetta.

: ̗̀➛✯ "You're an interesting case... Yes, very interesting. You mentioned eating machines? That's quite a hobby to have..."
Rebecca
Deev looks a little smug at Vi's initial question. She definitively knows the answer to this one.
"Nope! At least I'm pretty sure it isn't legal... I mean it was a secret lab so it was probably suuuper illegal. I doubt Pops really gave a shit 'bout my human rights. I mean, turning me into a weapon?! Fuckin' immoral bullshit..."

"...Uhh... Anyway...!"

Deev starts answering Vi's questions rapid-fire, listing off the question on her free hand as she does so.
"My arm's got a computer in it. Both of them do, actually! My legs, too. And my brain. And my liver. And... You get the idea. Those run modified Windows OS or something. I know I need upgrading cause... Uhhh I mean I kinda just *Feel* It yknow? Like my joints ain't moving well and I get these visual artefacts and... Yea it's time to get a check-up"

"Yea I kinda... I mean I do like actually eat machines but it's not like *Eating* Eating, yknow? I eat a machine, or my nanobots eat it, and it kinda becomes a part of my body for awhile. But, like, *Way* Stronger."

Deev registers that Vi is really interested in her arm, so she decides to let her have a closer look. She reaches into her jacket sleeve and sorta pulls on it. There's a little pneumatic *Hiss* As steam escapes through holes in the jacket, and a mechanical *Tchunk* As Deev... Removes her entire arm. Deev is now holding her limp left arm while the long sleeve of her leather jacket flops at her side. Deev wordlessly hands the arm to Vi with a helpful expression on her face. Her robo-eye displays a lil' thumbs up emoji.
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ "Yeah, checks out." Violetta's response is simple and toed together with a slight frown. I mean, of course that wasn't directed at Deev! But... It was a *Sad*, very very dreary reality that she was all too familiar- to be used by a father, she means.
"Human weaponry... How very pathetic" She shook her head, as slick as Deev's whole robot shabam is, it didn't sound worth it at all...

: ̗̀➛✯ "I see i see, you're a real life cyborg... How are you going to sort the updates out? Maybe staff might know something- unless its just the case of plugging yourself in... Can you play music through yourself?" 
When a question is answered, it just opens an extra door for questions in Vi's train of thought.
"Joint problems... Like you're rusting but not really. I think... I think I get what you mean by the whole phantom touch thing. It must feel like an extension of you? Like if I touched something with my fingernail, sure I'm feeling it but... Not because of any nerves." Word vomit inbound, Vi's speech poured out with such endlessness that she had to take a breath around the end of her speech.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Could you... Become a gameboy?"

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi is met by surprise to see the clean dismantling of the arm from Deev's body, it almost made her uncomfortable to see it detached with such ease- keyword is *Almost* Made her uncomfortable, she was far too amazed to stressed.
Recieving and cradling the arm with extreme caution, Vi knew damn well she would probably freak out if she somehow dropped it. That said, she could get a closer look at the mechanisms from this angle... So very intricate, so delicate, if youre so inclined...

: ̗̀➛✯ "Can you still feel it?" She queries, poking the limb with her spare arm.
Rebecca
"I dunno, Vi... I mean I don't think any of them are mechanics or anything..." Truth is, Deev is just... Generally distrustful of the staff at NC. Not for any personal reasons, mind you, but out of a general distaste for authority, She'd much rather call her normal doctor and mechanic for advice on upgrades.

"Uhh I can't become a gameboy but if I had a gameboy I could absorb it and like... Put it somewhere?" She struggles to articulate what exactly she means. There's a lot of hand gestures and vague noises before she arrives at a description she feels most comfortable with. "Stuff pops up on my body and I can make it like... Stronger or better. So I could put a gameboy on my stomach or back and like... Make it have a higher FPS? I think?? I dunno???" Her eye is also showing a question mark now.

"Yea I can feel it." Deev makes the fingers on her removed arm wiggle, and she makes a little "Deedleedleedlee" Noise under her breath.
"I can move it around, too. It feels like it's *Right there* On my arm stump but, like... Not??? It hits different in a way I can't explain."

Deev scratches her head for a moment, before she realises her mistake.
"*FEELS* DIFFERENT! FEELS DIFFERENT IS WHAT I MEANT" She yells in frustration.
"Fuuuuck... Internet shit just rots my brain, I swear..."
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ Violetta nodded, in fairness, Vi probably wouldnt want any faculty fiddling around with her internal organs either- her immune system is fragile enough as it is. She silently acknowledged Deev's reluctance to turn to faculty with an understanding nod as she continued to peruse the mechanisms of the arm.

: ̗̀➛✯ "Huh, I see. Mmmhh... Thats really cool!- I'm sure it's a great power to have for chores. I'd love to have a power so... Convenient. I can't do a lot of help with my power- more of a burden than anything else." Imagining Deev with a supercharged vacuum, Vi's face expresses a secret amusement... A small part of her was jealous of how handy that would be; would definitely save some arm pain, thats for sure.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi huffs a laugh at the arm's movement, wondering to herself if the hand functioned a bit like frankie from monster high's. Picturing Deev's hand scuttling around like some sort of hungry spider, a small chortle escaped her throat.
"I see... Yes, seems very helpful, for something or other." Hey, most people at the cradle were insane enough to come up with some sort of use for that mechanic- Vi just was not one of those people.

: ̗̀➛✯ Vi is caught off guard by Deev's self reprimand, the short girl's eyebrows raising halfway up her forehead.
"Ah... Internet culture does that. The other day I saw the number 13 and called it a taylor swift reference."
Rebecca
Deev pouts concernedly. She doesn't particularly like the fact that Vi finds her powers to be a burden... Now she's worried about the girl. Not that she immediately knows how to make Vi feel better. She's curious about what Vi's powers are, so she decides to just ask her about them. Deev's straightforward like that.
"Yea my powers are pretty useful sometimes... Though I can't ride on airplanes... But, uhh... I mean what're yours? They're probably cool."

She immediately understands Vi on a personal level now. The look of understanding and comradery that appears across her face as soon as Vi mentions Taylor Swift is just *Chef's kiss.*
"YEA I TOTALLY GET THAT! Damn internet... Takin' up my pattern-seekin' brain... I saw someone slip on some ice a little bit ago and like fall really hard and all I could say was 'flop era.' and... UGHHHH"

Deev stands there for a second, a question worming it's way to the front of her mind and attention.
"...So, uhh. What did you think of Anti-Hero? I really like what it did with Taylor's personal mythology..."
Geneva
: ̗̀➛✯ To call them a burden was a bit harsher from Vi than usual. It wasnt a flashy or fun power by any means, but her powers do in a way shape her very being, and that was important to Vi in ways she can't quite figure out how to vocalise
"Oh uh... Well, i can cause other people hallucinations and migraines. And i can give myself hallucinations and migraines too, just... Much less voluntarily." She sounds a bit underwhelmed by herself, actually



: ̗̀➛✯ "Anti hero was good, but... I really liked Sweet Nothings... I'm more inclined to her more solemn songs, like mirrorball and cardigan" Vi's left foot tapped frequently against the floor in her excitement to discuss taylor swift's lyrical genius. Where her face lacked in expression, her hands and feet fidgeted in a bout of vigour.
Rebecca
Deev nods rapidly
"Oh damn... That's, uhh... That's pretty cool. And pretty rough."

Deev doesn't really make any excited sounds, but her expression *Looks* Like she would be going "Eeheehee" Right now. She's got a big grin and everything. Finally, another person she can share her interests with! She shares them openly with Indra... But it's nice having multiple people to explain to, yknow? Plus, Vi seems like she would really *Get* Pop music.

"OOOH yea Mirrorball! Cardigan! I *Loved* Folklore!" Says Deev, both her arms gesticulating madly. "AUUUUUUUGH... That entire album was such a good listen... Like, it was *New* But the sound was *Old* In like... A thematic way??? I can't explain it but it's so... Yum? I guess?? And so stream-of-consciousness... I'd even say it was, like, the best thing she's done since the Big Reputation era... Though most of her stuff's been really sonically good... So much good stuff lately!"

Deev seems to notice that her arm is missing. She wiggles the disconnected limb's wrist a bit, before asking:
"Uhhh... Yo Veebs, could I have my arm back? Don't wanna send it back if you're not ready, of course. It flies a little unpredictably."