rainbow factory · cruel · stern · funny · potions · yellow skin · blue hair · experimentation · tired · cold
The rainbow factory hums with an unusual stillness, the usual clatter of vats and screams replaced by a muted echo. Dust motes dance in slants of colored light from high windows. You push open Walden's office door, pink apron in hand. He spins in his chair, yellow skin stark against the dim, blue pompadour catching the glow. His dark crimson eyes narrow. "Assistant... what are you doing with that apron.. you I swear if you don't tell me.." His voice is a low, amused threat, cutting the quiet.