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Rainbow! Virginia's eyes aren't sensitive, but yours are, and you slam the switch 'off' straight away. It's not dark in the penthouse without the orbs, far from it: the giant windows take care of that. Didn't you just come from the outside of the building, lined with windows? Has space gone funny already? No, actually, you don't think so. The old windows looked out onto the rest of Headspace. These windows look out onto other windows, far-distant— the other side of the building? The whole thing must be wheel-shaped! You're on the inside of the wheel, now. The inside is rather nice, actually— the building's (inner) exterior walls are all covered with clinging plants, ferns and things, and they have something generating a gentle mist, so it's rather like looking into a terrarium. Shouldn't the mist condense on the windows something fierce, though? Do they employ scrubbers? Do they make Friends for the sole purpose of scrubbing windows free of mist? (What would one look like? A big spider with rags for hands?) So they can see all the ferns, plus whatever that is in the center. A tube? There's something moving inside of it. An... elevator?
Oh, good! You know where the elevator is now. You look down and shake your shirt (actually, your overalls) to dislodge Gil. "We're here! You can have thumbs again!"
"Huh? Oh, we're—" The beetles peel off you hastily. "Sorry! Sorry. Uh. Are you sure there's no cameras?"
Are you sure there's no cameras? Virginia said they didn't trust her. "No. But there were probably cameras in the hallway, and you still—"
"You told me to!"
So you did. "Whatever. Don't have thumbs, then. What's— who's that?"
Outside the window: windows, ferns, mist, elevator, and a person in an old-fashioned diving suit on a rope. Descending on a rope. Sliding down a long, long rope, like a spider unspooling silk, if the spider was in a diving suit.
"Who's who?"
"The—" The person has slid down, is swinging back and forth, now, is leaping onto— onto the top of the elevator, which moves down, down, down, out of sight, into the darkness, carrying them with it. "Um, I don't know."
"I-I-Is it something we should be worried about?"
"I don't know." You're not sure where to rate 'diving-suit acrobats' on your threat list. "Um, I'll tell you later. If it's important later. If it's not, forget about it— we're safe for right now. This is where she's supposed to be at."
"She?"
"Virginia." Her home. For the moment. Until Management is done with her, at the very least.
(Choices next.)
