Persis frowned at the odd inquiry, let alone unexpected presence.
/She was a professional! If she was to probe, her targets certainly would be none the wiser.../
"How lovely of you to phase by..."
She mumbled with a smirk.
"...To answer your qiestion. No.
I am not your... Traceable amateur..."
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// Stargate Based OC RP Account
// Commander, Explorer, Idiot
// Blessed with dumb luck
// Crossovers Welcome!
// Friendly, 21+ Mun
๐๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ
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โป & โก?
"Seriously - even if we all ignore the glaringly obvious symbolism in itself -, no matter what you do...
/Never/ trust the talking telly!...
/His issues/ run deeper than ours..."
สแดแดแด แดแดแดษด แดส แดกแดสแด, สแด แดสแดษชษขสแดส, แดษดแด แด แดsแดแดษชส!
Omega and Persis being cartoony little bitches together. ๐๐
|| I am stuck and bored at work, so I doodled those zesty besties.
(ft. @omegasolarengineer.bsky.social and yours truly)
I doodled Omega's FC from memory so I hope I suffice'd.
Taking a long step towards him she smacked her lips, now irresistibly staring at it too.
"Funny, if anything, I was expecting you to be one to /conduct/ the experimentation....
...How did it get here?"
"I am calibrating with my brain, not my pelvis, Sunshine..."
The tone in her voice was more amused than truly annoyed.
"...I'm in my fifth iteration.
My age group doesn't have to worry about breaking anything yet."
Suddenly though she stopped.
/Did Omega already know how regenerations worked?/
--->
"Well, yes...
Some places turn out to be gorgeous - Even if only upon a second or third visit.
The secret lies in company and food.
Everything else will become negotiable..."
She did a gentle, appreciative little bow at him filling her mug, followed by taking a sip.
"Perhaps organic/synthetic diplomacy needs to evolve past the stage of beeping first..." She began with a snicker and looked at the writing on her mug.
--->
With a crooked smirk Persis watched him for a few seconds, just taking in the odd scenery.
"I get the impression that this marbellous guy here will wither and turn to dust before you do."
Despite her almost expecting his outreach sooner or later, suddenly sensing his voice in her mind again startled her enough to drop her salami stick.
"Easy sunshine!
...I'm in the middle of some calibrations!"
She exclaimed, leaning over her console, looking busy.
Yes, she missed him.
/A smidge./
Persis tilted her head, carefully studying their... Interaction for a few more seconds before she came forward and raised her 'I โค๏ธโค๏ธ LIMBO' labelled mug.
"...Am I witnessing a first diplomatic outreach between man and machine intelligence here?"
Persis gave the Dalek a sarcastic chuckle.
"Well, I have taken many a knock to my craniums throughout my career, and that is exactly why I am here.
We're both versed enough, no sense in denying it..."
She playfully patted the Dalek's dome, then presented a nebulous glowing little trinket...
|| Rizzilon
The fact that she has not sensed @omegasolarengineer.bsky.social invade her dreams has Persis /almost/ disappointed.
She wonders whether there is a way to summon him.
For science.
She knocks at @dalekclementine.bsky.social's dome-
"...Anyone home?
No seriously, I could use some expert advice here..."
Upon noticing, Persis gave him a confused squint.
"Are you two having a significant moment here?
I can... Uh... Get my coffee elsewhere if you two wanna be alone..."
Persis tilted her head and listened to Willow asserting dominance over her food for a moment.
"Oh... Dear... Are you eating... Enough lately?"
No one was supposed to enjoy fast food /that much/, correct?
Perhaps she should take Willow out to a proper restaurant...
|| He's a good noodle giving lost things a second chance!
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"I am NOT going to touch any human waste product adjacent equipment...
...I have some scanning equipment inside though.
If you'd be so kind and watch that plunger for a moment, I will be back in a minute."
'Or at least I'll try...'
She mentally added, bracing for the worst already...
โ๐ ๐ก๐ค๐ซ๐ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐จ๐ข๐๐ก๐ก ๐ค๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐ค๐ฃ๐จ ๐๐ฃ ๐ฉ๐๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ง๐ฃ๐๐ฃ๐...โ
โ Yแดแดส าสษชแดษดแด
สส ษดแดษชษขสแดแดสสแดแดแด
แดแดแดแดแดสแดส แดษดแดแดแดสส
โ Rแดแดแด
ส แดแด แดแดแดแดแดษดษชาแด ษชษดแดแด สแดสแด's แดกแดส
#StarTrekRP #LowerDecksRP #SciFiRP #MVRP
โป & โก?
Iษดาแด
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|| ...Meanwhile in your neocortex...
www.youtube.com/watch?v=VmUx...
"You can still perfect the formula and have superior marketing.
Most great names in history did not invent what they claimed."
She spits out the name 'Rassilon' under a fake cough.
"please stop it.
You taint the aura in a most unpleasant yellow."
|| Every time I peek back onto the old site, [Musk aside], bigger is not automatically better.
Twitler is still infested with drama, hate and pick-me attitude, and even on a technical level it does not hold up.
Here everyone is chill and safety features [blocking DMs, lists, etc] exist and work.
