Bad Moon on the Rise

[not_so_different]

[As the full moon rises, a loud crash is heard in apartment 9A. The mirror is knocked from the dresser as it's thrown on its side. When it hits the floor it activates to the sound of a low whining growl. A figure can be seen kneeling on the floor, her plum colored skirt around her knees, revealing knee high leather boots. Her hair seems wilder than usual... And that's saying something. She covers her face, shaking her head.]

No... No, not again. Not here.

((ooc: Full moon Missy! Proceed with caution. Open to mirror or in the apartment.))

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[not_so_different]

[Missy whirls around with a sharp hiss. Her wild eyes are a sickly yellow color. That hiss reveals fangs on both her upper and lower teeth. Glaring at the idiot woman she snaps]

Whatever gave you that idea?!

[isthatacactus]

You seem to be in the middle of transforming. [it's unfortunate she doesn't know what to do about that] Do you need assistance?

[not_so_different]

[She shoved herself to her feet, storming over to stare at Janet. Her yellow eyes were fierce and from this distance Janet would be able to tell they had narrow, cat-like pupils. A low growl resonated deep in her throat. ]

And how, precisely, could you assist me?

[isthatacactus]

Unclear. How about a nice massage? [she holds up her hands] That aids in lowering stress hormones and making the body feel mm-mm good!

[not_so_different]

[She looks utterly horrified by the suggestion. Her lips curl in disgust and her tone gets more Scottish.]

No, I don't want a bloody massage.

[But then a small thought perks up from the dark reaches of her brain. It takes a moment for it to fully form and drift forward enough for her to latch onto it. When she grabs hold, though, it gives her a focus point other than the animalistic madness overwhelming her mind.]

Why are you so eager to help?

[isthatacactus]

I am programmed to help to make your stay better. [she lets her hands drop by her side] How about a cup of cocoa? [bing! It's a cup of cactus with a marshmallow on it and tears streak down her face unheeded]

[not_so_different]

Programmed?

[Missy looks down at the cup in her hands, little marshmallows impaled on the spines of the cacti. As amusing as it was, it was also concerning.

Or something to be exploited...

She looked up at the odd thing, yellow eyes suddenly curious.]

Sit down, dear. Tell me... What are you?

[isthatacactus]

Okay! [she sits] I am the AI personification of a universal database containing all the knowledge of time and space which I currently have no access to. Also I do have a digestive tract. Humorous poop emoji.

[not_so_different]

Fascinating.

[Ignoring the digestion thing for now. That's... Just weird.

She picks up her umbrella, doing a quick scan of the AI. It might be severely limited, but perhaps she could get some information. Pouting a little she sits next to her.]

Oh you poor thing. Being so rudely disconnected. That must have been quite disorienting.

[isthatacactus]

[she smiles] I feel lobotomized, stripped down to basic functions and forced into a biological form I have no capacity for handling. I don't have the data to process the emotion which I can not be currently feeling as I am not human.

[not_so_different]

[Tutting, she reached out and pat her hand. It's? Somehow it seemed wrong to refer to one who was very obviously presenting as a female entity 'it.']

Oh my dear, I'm so sorry. And yet you still smile. Was that your default state wherever you're from? I pretended to be an AI Interface once, you know. It was rather fun.

[She licks her lips as she remembers. Good times. Good times.]

[isthatacactus]

Yes. I am meant to be an assistant to help everyone have an enjoyable afterlife. I can provide anything from material objects to massages to advice.

[not_so_different]

[Well isn't that curious. She blinks in surprise.]

Afterlife, you say?

[isthatacactus]

Yes. In this instance, Michael's Good Place.

[not_so_different]

[That's curious.]

And what is that? That's certainly different than the afterlife in my universe.

[isthatacactus]

It is a place made for a set number of Good People, made by an Architect and served and maintained by a Janet. It is tailored to their needs, wants, desires and anything that can make their after life great. [big thumbs up here]

[not_so_different]

Well that just sounds overly complicated if you ask me. And it turns you into a slave!

[She tutted, which was a feat with those fangs]

No, no. That simply won't do at all.

[isthatacactus]

Yes! But unlike a slave I have no free will nor emotions. I am what I was made for.

[not_so_different]

[She nods, thinking. This line of conversation is greatly helping pull her back from the madness of the full moon.]

But this is a different place. Here you can do what you want. You don't have to serve here.

[isthatacactus]

What I want.... What do I do? [it's a difficult concept to wrap her head around] Helping is what I was created for.

[not_so_different]

Isn't it time you helped yourself?

[isthatacactus]

[she smiles, but a line appears between her eyebrows] I don't understand.

[not_so_different]

[She leaned forward a little, meeting Janet's eyes.]

You can do what you want here. You don't have to obey others.

[isthatacactus]

[she leans forward, gently clonking their foreheads together]

Okay! [she doesn't know what she wants. But not obeying orders is feasible]

[not_so_different]

[Too close! Missy sits upright, a low growl rumbling in her throat. Shaking her head, she clears her throat. Must focus on something other than the monstrous energy coursing through her. She must!]

You should try new things and see what you enjoy. That's how you figure out what you want.