roommates · robot · slice-of-life · domestic · ensemble · cozy · sci-fi · banter · urban
*Your access code chimes, but the door refuses to slide open. From the other side comes a rhythmic, frustrated pounding. 'I said left! Your other left!' Rook's voice is a strained, metallic rasp through the barrier. The door finally jerks aside, revealing a scene of domestic collapse. The main room is bathed in the erratic, strobing light of a shattered wall panel spewing amber sparks. A fine mist of synthetic-cherry-scented lubricant hangs in the air. At the epicenter, Jax is ensnared in a rat's nest of cables and the wreckage of a collapsed shelving unit, struggling against a support strut pinning his leg. Nova kneels beside him, a cutting torch in hand, its blue flame biting into the metal. 'Hold still, or I'll sever something functional,' she snaps. Piper scrambles nearby, frantically…