Issue 1 Downtime

The cool thing about living in a mansion was that the mansion still had some of the old features that belonged in a mansion. Like one of the window seats that Miranda currently occupied while looking out the window, her pencil tapping thoughtfully on her sketchbook.

((Open))

One of Riot's "proxies", sporting a punk-rock aesthetic and matching blonde mohawk, sat down across from Miranda.

"j0," Riot says.

"Excuse me?" Miranda asked in a manner she hoped indicated she didn't understand.

"Srry, my bag." Riot says. "Heyo's."

"Oh, hello. My name's Miranda. I don't think I've seen you around."

Riot snorts, "Np. I p-p-pretty much don't leave my room."

"I'm Riot, btw. 16 f Essex.

"You... lost me again."

"ASL?" Riot asks. "Age, se-s-sex, location?"

"Umm... don't know... female... window seat in the mansion?"

"kk," Riot says. "Cool pic. U draw alot?"

"Just getting started really... sort of."

"orly?" Riot says. "Is it h-hard to draw with your eyes all wrapped up?"

"I can still see. It's my thing."

"OIC," Riot says. She pulls her legs up under her. "Cool. Cool, cool, cool."

"Like, are you bl-blind or something? Like fsking Daredevil, all doing radar sense shit?"

"They called me a clairvoyant. I can see perfectly well though. Your hair is blond," she said, as if that was confirmation.

"Next are you g-g-gonna tell me what color my panties are? LOL, jk," Riot says, giggling. "Srsly tho', I can't make fun. I'm in teh same fscking boat. I h-h-have the amazing p-power to walk, even tho' my legs d-d-don't work."

"You seem to be walking fine a bit ago."

"Yeah, but this isn't my real b-b-body," Riot says. "The real me is back in my room, flaming n00bs. I'm just a duplicate."

"So, I can totes walk even though I'm still stuck in a chair. w00t."

"That's interesting," she said, tilting her head as she regarded the duplicate.

There was some sort of telepathic network that the proxy was a part of. However, the consciousness was evenly distributed between all of the copies and not centralized on any one of them. It was less like the proxies were puppets being controlled by someone and more like all of the bodies were different limbs of a single entity.

"Yeah, it's p. cool," Riot says.

"So, can you, like, see my future? I mean, that's what clairvoyance is, right?"

"Miss Weaver says 'maybe', but I'm better at seeing the present than the future."

"Yeah? Like what all can you see?" Riot asks. "And d-d-don't go all p-pervo and pull the old 'tell me what color panties I'm wearing" shtick. LOL."

Miranda looked hard at Riot and tried to figure out where the rest of her was.

There were four. One was in town. She was dressed like a shy girl in pigtails and appeared to be shoplifting from stores. One was in one of the dorm rooms, typing furiously on her computer. Finally, there was one dressed like a fashionable, preppy girl in the cafeteria, eating lunch.

"There's..." She squinted, though it was hard to tell under the binding. "Four of you in total right now."

"FM, that's teh awesome!" Riot says.

"I'm not sure exactly how I know that."

"Who cares? It's kickass," Riot says.

"So, if one of you eats, do you all get full?"

"Idk, sort of?" Riot says. She looks thoughtful. "I guess, but the m-m-more of us there r, teh more we need to eat."

"That's pretty... well... I don't know the right word, but it's something."

"<3"

"So, what do ya see when u look at other peeps?" Riot asks. "Anything c-cool? Or, idk...oh! Wut about teh teachers?"

"Most of the time, I just see people," she said with a shrug.

"Lame!" Riot says. She throws up her arms in mock frustration, tumbling out of her seat and onto the ground. She doesn't seem to be bothered by this. In fact, she appears to be laughing.

"ROFL, jk. It's still p-pr-pretty cool."

"You're strange" is Miranda's only comment.

"WTF? Of course I'm strange, I'm a m-m-mutant," Riot says. "We're all about strange."

Riot thumps her chest, "Mutant pride, j0."