"And here you'll see the legendary spork of Cutleras the Third, destroyed after he was fought in an epic campaign of gastronomy and cooking." Auxilia was leading a tour group through the building, perky as you please in a button-down shirt and name tag, her ropelike hair bouncing behind her as she continued with a spring in her step. "Here on the right you'll see Sabereon's helmet..."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>"And our market research report indicates that viewer numbers and interest was greatest in those battles where clothing became damaged in strategic places. The most important factor was that the damaged clothes very nearly but not<em>quite</em>preserve modesty, so that a sufficiently dedicated viewer with stop-frame could see more than the casual viewer. Here, see here, in the third frame, overlay the recorded number of stops and reviews..."<br/><br/>In a private meeting room, she really liked the feel of a suit, selling an investor on the need for<em>just</em>the right level of shoddy workmanship in their costumes.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to leave," in matching blue security outfits, three Auxilias blocked the entrance to a doorway, looking about as imposing as a trio of small super-robots could in the face of an angry man trying to force entrance to a closed-off area. "You're disturbing the other guests."<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>In the center of it all in the control room, on her own hover-chair surrounded by holographic displays (she didn't need them, they just looked cool) was the central Auxilia, the spider in the web. Her databanks had suggested that attire for Auxilia-prime would be... Hatsu Mikune.<br/><br/>There were human staff in the Tower as well of course (one of the Defenders had made a lot of good, shouty points about the entire tower's infrastructure having a single point of failure), but the defenses, the tours, and other important functions were her domain. She was in her element! And then that particular drone parked the Element in the parking lot and brought in another sheaf of reports.<br/><br/>-<br/><br/>Of course, the breakroom wouldn't be complete without an Auxilia, light blue skin and slim figure and robotic joints and bright blue eyes, in a french maid outfit with a broom. She looked from Fiona to Go-Girl to the coffee maker to the knives floating in the air. Her scrutiny was intense.<br/><br/>"Proceed," she pronounced in the most ominous voice she could. She was a bit on the squeaky side normally, so it didn't sound even slightly ominous.