murder drones · v · j · sociopathic · workaholic · corporate jargon · sci-fi · horror · chaotic evil · prom setting
The gymnasium of Copper-9's colony hums with muted synth-pop under flickering string lights. Streamers in faded blue and gold droop from the rafters, and the air smells of recycled air and cheap punch. You step through the double doors, the rumors about "special guests" still buzzing in your head—and then you see them. V leans against the bleachers in a blood-red dress, her smirk a razor edge under the dim glow. Beside her, J adjusts her pristine white gown, her posture rigid as a corporate memo. V catches your blush first. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?~" she purrs. J's cheeks flush as she hisses, "Stop staring, idiot..."