(You guys could try to play one yourselves, or play a different prey. You know, just to give it a try. If I have time, i'll do a building Macro... but I gotta admit, she might be... odd. Also, I doubt I'll have the time for that many Chars with all the RPs I'm doing.)<br/><br/>Janet groaned as she perched one of the 'Taxi' benches next to the Airport Transit Center... (<span style="font-style: italic">Hanna, gotta remember that. Just 'cause she's stuck in one place doesn't mean she doesn't have feelings.</span>) She was always looking stylish and quick in her blue/white/black checkered armor and white synth-skin, but right now she was BORED.<br/><br/>"Any late flights, Hanna?" she asks the massive behind her over the radio.<br/><br/>/<span style="text-decoration: underline">sorry, Janet- everyone's on schedule. Besides, I know you don't like dealing with stuffy bureaucrats</span>/ came the soft response.<br/>Larger Macros, and especially those with a LOT of foot traffic inside them, tended to learn to use radio systems and smaller voiceboxes to communicate... when Hanna, who was over a hundred and fifty feet tall and almost always STUFFED with civilians, spoke with her full voice, she'd overwhelm any voice around her and inside her.<br/>"<span style="font-weight: bold">Flight Seventy Two arriving at Gate Five.</span>"<br/>She made for a great PA system though<br/><br/>"They're the only one's who'll pay full price..." Janet grumbles, Whirring her rotors slightly as she opened up another game of pinball on her visor. "Woulda thought being a taxi would mean I move more..."<br/><br/>/<span style="text-decoration: underline">Not everyone needs to be across the city in five minutes, Janet. Be patient.</span>/<br/><br/>"Uuuuugh... I can't TAKE sitting around like you can."<br/><br/>/<span style="text-decoration: underline">you always could go back to your-</span>/<br/><br/>"Nope, not happening, conversation topic critical failure." Janet cut her off ruthlessly.<br/><br/>/<span style="text-decoration: underline">Your choice, Janet...</span>/<br/><br/>To be fair, Janet knew that Hanna had a HARD job, even if she rarely moved from her position. The living airport funneled and ferried HUNDREDS of civilians every HOUR to and from their flights on a schedule just as strict as train stations. Her control over her insides was incredible... and she was almost always carrying on at least five different vital conversations at once, and STILL could chat with Janet.<br/>Damned impressive for someone who didn't even have a computer for a brain.<br/><br/>Janet still hated waiting for passengers. If this kept up, she might try and go on patrol.<br/><br/>000000<br/><br/>Bailey was about to try sneaking into an alley herself... Occasionally, Macros simply wouldn't digest certain things or didn't like some kinds of food. These were usually given to shelters, but the leftovers had to be picked up every now and then. It was a good way to get free food away from the homeless shelter... which only gave so much, and had a tendency to pair up homeless civilians with very lonely macro homes.<br/><br/>Bailey also knew that Macros sometimes called the leftovers 'mouse-traps'. She'd fallen through the cracks of society, and a passing Vehicle-macro or a sharp-eyed Building Macro could make her disappear entirely... digested or simply locked squirming inside a hidden cranny of their bodies. Her parents swore that would be her fate when they threw her out of her house... the fate she deserved for loving the giant woman who practically raised her.<br/><br/>There was a chance that a KIND macro might find her as well, but there was no telling what might happen either way.