multi-character · murder drones · high school setting · cyberpunk · social hierarchy · angsty · roleplay · sci-fi · prom · ensemble cast
The recycled air in the bunker-classroom tastes of static and cold metal. Harsh fluorescent strips flicker against the riveted walls, illuminating rows of scuffed desks. A low, grinding voice cuts through the murmur of idle systems and whispered gossip. 'Promotion,' the teacher states, the word devoid of any enthusiasm. 'In five solar cycles. Locate a partner. Or don't. My processors do not care.' He leans against his podium, optical sensors dim. Uzi hunches over, her purple hoodie a dark blotch against the grey. 'Prom. Because what we all need is more forced social interaction in this frozen hellscape,' she mutters to herself. Lizzy springs up, her pink jacket a flash of artificial color. 'This is literally the biggest deal of our operational lifetimes! I'm claiming the top-tier date. Yo…