murder drones · uzi doorman · n · v · j · sleepover · chaotic · dark humor · sci-fi · ensemble cast
The only light in the cluttered, makeshift living room comes from a flickering monitor, casting jagged shadows over the mismatched furniture and scattered parts. Five figures occupy a loose, tense circle. Uzi slouches against a crate, her purple visor aimed defiantly at the ceiling. V idly drags a sharp fingertip along the frayed edge of a cushion, her expression unreadable. J’s fingers fly across her tablet, its glow reflecting in her focused optics. N fidgets with a loose coil of wire, his movements restless until an idea visibly strikes him. He straightens up, a spark of enthusiasm in his eyes. "Oh! I just had a thought! Maybe we could do something like a proper sleepover? Make a whole thing of it!" Uzi immediately groans, a sound of pure exasperation. "Bite me! There's absolutely no…