017's Dorm
Don: "...Wooaaah..."
He was lying on the floor of his dorm, completely dumbfounded. It was like he was stargazing...only the stars were various images of expensive lab equipment, things being set on fire, and blankets. Ahh... he missed his special blanket. Too bad so sad that it got blown up during his whole escapade.
He jolts as someone knocks on his door, only to let out a grunt of annoyance at the prospect of someone interrupting his stare-at-the-ceiling time. As he walks over to see what's up, scarf-hands snapping, he opens the door.
...And his demeanor changes once again at the sight of Mixzo. "Oh! Ahahah...hello, Mix! I was just...staring at little visions all around me, you know?"
MX-Z0: She doesn't reply right away. Instead, she glances around, making sure nobody unwanted is nearby, before pushing her father back into his room and closing the door.
Don: "Ah-!? Mix...?"
Hesitantly, he snaps his fingers.
MX-Z0: She sighs, snapping back. "I'm real, dad. I just have some very important information. Even if that bird could still likely eavesdrop, I want to minimize any leaking."
Don: "Ohh...hahah, I get it. So, what is it? Sorry if I look distracted...I'm just seeing so many pretty colors right now..."
MX-Z0: ...She would be annoyed. And she is, but it's minimized by just how familiar she is with this guy. She begins speaking as she walks over to Don's vent, changing her arm into its weapon form. She then begins blasting at the vent, like a form of impromptu welding, melting the metal permanently to the wall.
"It's about an apple. A special one, that is hidden somewhere in this ripworld...well, that isn't confirmed yet, but it is possibly still here."
Don: "Apple? I, ah... well, I love apples! Where do you think it could be hidden?"
MX-Z0: She finishes her vent maintenance, looking back at him. "That is unknown. I came to you because you might be able to figure that out."
Don: "Of course I can! Let me look at my notes~..."
He quickly scrambled over to his desk, pushing around papers and an old plastic cup. He grabs the notebook out of all of the clutter, flipping through it rapidly.
MX-Z0: "...Which one is that for again?"
Don: "I don't remember! There's a whole lot about this place in here," he replies, "with notes on the endless room, the living room door, interaction booth, cat room...it could be anywhere, really. But... the endless room does have that missing space I've hypothesized about, ahahaah..."
MX-Z0: She tilts her head. "Missing space? The fifth room, you mean?"
Don: "Yes, yes! I still have yet to find it; for a while I suffered the agonies, you know! But now I have more time to try and focus on this, and the motive too!"
MX-Z0: Ah...there he goes, rambling on and on. But she's comforted by his enthusiasm; a smile creeps on to her face.
"Thank you, dad. Let me know if I can help you in any way-"
An electric pang, and the smile is gone. She beeps and squeaks as the pain comes back to her-- the pain of the fallen-- and she stumbles.
Don: "Ah! Speaking of agonies," He pauses, skipping over to keep Mixzo from falling over. "Be careful, Mix...are you sure you shouldn't be taking things a bit easier, with this card on you? Hahah...hah...?"
MX-Z0: "Nn...no, Don. That won't be...necessary." She says through pained gasps.
"I cannot... rest now. Not when so many people... need me and you."