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Iris ([personal profile] whatishefightingfor) wrote in [community profile] youre_smashing2014-12-13 10:14 pm
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outside
"This place is beautiful..." murmurs Iris to herself as she wanders around the school gardens. The weather was a little unseasonable, but the snow was falling gently and settling everywhere. It looked magical.

She wanders around appreciating at how pretty it is, a little aimlessly but definitely taking everything in. Unusually, she doesn't seem perturbed by the cold and is walking around without anything resembling a coat or cold weather gear.

inside
Books were something she hadn't encountered ever. She knew about them, but never did she think that she'd actually have to use them. Coming from an age where most information was digitized and easily accessible, there was something innately frustrating yet calming about opening books, turning the pages and absorbing the information. Did the people of this age enjoy this past time?

At any rate, Iris may be enjoying the books a little much and a little too loudly, giggling and turning the pages so much that there was the sound of paper in the air. (How does one even do that? Iris can, apparently.)
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[personal profile] megabuster 2014-12-14 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
Suddenly, a robot dog ran up, barking.

"RUSH, NO!" came the voice of a shorter brown haired boy, chasing after his mechanical companion before he tried to bowl the new girl over.
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[personal profile] awakeningwill 2014-12-14 03:09 am (UTC)(link)
Patrolling the courtyard, another reploid was out in the snow wearing little more than what appeared to be underpants and a crop top. Upon spotting Iris, he stopped in his tracks and stared, at first saying nothing.

Zero had a passing familiarity with most of the robots at the school, he was reasonably certain of that. From the look of her, she seemed like an older model than the more streamlined designs of reploids from 22XX. This girl was definitely unfamiliar to him... right? But somehow, he couldn't shake the feeling that he'd seen her somewhere before.

Thanks a lot, amnesia.

Eventually, after a stretch of (possibly uncomfortable) silence, he spoke up. "...You're new here." Not a question - an observation. All the same, there was an unspoken question: Do I know you?
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