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*to zs* no problem more bacon for everyone else*
*pulls fresh breakfast muffins out oven*

Anyone else for food?

*to wk* don,t know, depends on how busy Marla kept him

Sits down and starts eating*
Dig in then, there's enough to feed a small army here

*shrugs*
I'll pass thanks, I'm not all that hungry.

*looks upset*

You make everyone breakfast and no ones hungry
*sits eating fresh home made muffin*

I'm hungry. Haven't finished that damn puzzle yet.
*Steps out of the Repressor and into a chair*

*smiles* I made it mostly myself, enjoy!

[Rolls out of tank at speed] [Looks at WK] Okay, so she's not mad... She's rather insistent that I invite you back for more than sleeping. [Daemonette waves from doorway]

[Signs]: Pretend I offended you, or this could go very badly.

*gets up, grabs a power sword and looks on*
Need any help?
*micro sheild generators light up across armour. *

V did a good job upgrading it.
*armour glows a faint blue colour*

*looks at BC*
Should I be offended?

I think wk, she wants you, in ways that if the video is accurate are rather freaky.

*exacises sword arm*

Just act like I proposed something extremely degrading, for the love of the emperor. If she thinks you're on board with, um, collaborative work, it's going to end badly.

 Buttery Commissar wrote:
Just act like I proposed something extremely degrading, for the love of the emperor. If she thinks you're on board with, um, collaborative work, it's going to end badly.

With the deamonette ideas, it not hard to pretend.

So when do I need to save you?

[Looks agitated] I don't need saving, I just need slapping or yelling or something. Make it looks like it's a "no", and she's surprisingly okay with that.

Ooh, this is too fun.

*walks up, slaps BC properly and delivers withering put down*

*whispered vox,* just doing as you asked, byeeee

**walks off in huff*
No muffins for you!

*suppress laughter*

[Winces and turns around to shrug at Daemonette with large handprint on face] [She looks disappointed and nods, returning to inside tank]

Oh thank the-

[Daemonette returns and stands in doorway in racy outfit, holding a car battery] I-I'm so conflicted right now.

*looks on*

What kind of .... I'm not even going to ask.

*sits drinking tea slightly shocked*

...Is she wearing less than usual? That seems to break gravity and geometry.
*Steps out of Repressor*
Only one piece left, but I'm a bit terrified of what will happen when I'm finished. Therefore, I am going to get a drone to put it in.
*Clicking noise*

*marla steps put*

There you are, finally last blue peice. *smiles*

Come on, *beckons V and notices look*
Fine no "extra stuff"...
Come on, the Tanks getting cold with hatch open.

Sh-She's wearing a ribbon... [Eye twitches] [Looks back and forth between Daemonette and car battery]

[Sits down on armchair rather dazedly and shakes head] It's a trap. It's a trap. It's a trap. [Holds knees and rocks]

*Sighs*
If you're going to murder someone, don't give them advance warning. Just suddenly detonate their own weapon and/or armor while they're a mile away.

*looks on again*, still *shudders*.

Nope, nope. I'm off to tank.... Your on your own commissar!
Bye room, *runs quickly to tank and bolts hatchs*

Don,y be thinking too hard about that and my tank(Marla looking stern) its my home, and my .... No one needs to know that. (thinks, good job the jigsaw vault is locked)( oh and that cabinet. )

...But still. Nobody could do that with just one ribbon. That's like a work of abstract art. It looks like it'd disappear if something lightly tapped it.
*Speaks into a shiny, white device*
Begin Test - Tactile stimulation of anomaly.
*Drone flies over to Daemonette*

[Looks up] Don't-

[Daemonette expertly flicks up a pair of cables from the battery, and electrocutes the drone in mid-air]

I told you it was a trap... [Shivers] I'm weird, but I'm not stupid.

*Tiny spasm as the drone's death sends psychic feedback*
Alright... Hmm...
Begin Test Two - Aggression trigger range.
*Seven drones begin moving very slowly towards the Daemonette*

(marla) look at this way. You can join me in repressor, and enjoy fun in safety or face that *points at deamonette* and be rather alot more painful.... And rather far more dangerous to life and limbs..

Or you can poke it with a drone... *despairs*

Your choice. Knock if you want in.

*walks off*

[Daemonette huffs, pulls down one drone and slams tank hatch whilst running away with it into the tank]
Think you may not want that one back, V.

[Sounds of crackling electricity from inside tank] ..!

[Starts putting up New Years Eve decorations]

Hmm... I actually still have a full audio/visual feed. It appears that she has removed the ribbon and activated the stabilizing-
Good Emperor.
*Shuts down the feed and flees into the Repressor*

Oi! Don't go killing drones for no reason! Some of my best friends are drones.

*sees all that is going on*
How did this species ever rise to threaten the Eldar?
*facepalms*
The galaxy is doomed.

[Shrugs and hangs a festive bauble on WK's ears]

*turns around and places her hands on BC's head*
*eyes glow with power*
*an Eldar rune appears on BC's forehead*