[@Ruki]
[NPC UNLOCKED: Mel The Artist]

NOM!<3

The small teenager took a bite out of her onion bagel, practically humming in happiness. Cooked to perfection out of a toaster and swipped up and down with a disgusting amount of butter. 

Only to her it wasn't disgusting, in fact it was just barely enough. Any day she didn't have to cook for herself was a great day, and even better, it was raining and gave her the chance to show off her Totoro umbrella. Most people didn't use umbrellas anymore, just their Mechangels. She would probably be using one too if she didn't dislike them so much. Her parents tried to give her one at one point in time but Mel never used it, so, disgruntled, her parents sent it back. She never did much like the whole AI thing, plus her Tumblr friends also said that it was totally immoral. It was bad for environment or whatever. Plus Y factor Judge Natalia Rills totally reamed a guy the other day for not owning one to use as a microphone on stage, so there was also a factor of trying to get rid of Mechangels to picket the celebritie's standing on the show.

Not that would last long. But, whatever.

As she passed an alleyway she couldn't help but hear a weak voice coming from the trash bins. It caused her to turn, bagel still in her mouth. "Mmn?"

Her eyes widened as she saw him. Stroking the fur of a cute cat that she totally wasn't going to take home with her tonight oh my gosh what a cutie I wonder if I can make him play chopsticks on the keyboa.... Ahem. Right. Injured guy. That's a thing. She rushed over and knelt down, her shadow falling over his. She held her umbrella over him, concern bright on her face.

"H-hey, are you alright...?" She asked, tentatively pulling trash off of him.

[@Fairess]
"EEEEEE!" The pixiebot flailed in distress as it tried to squirm away from the incoming hand.

[@pure493][@PaulHaynek]
The Cyborgel's eyebrows creased. She looked at her hands, thinking about what she had just done with the water. The police were already on their way, sirens blazing nearby.

"No! I said he comes... WITH!" 

Her hands ripped upward, lifting the walking away Russian into a ball of-more gently gripping-water, keeping his face free. She ran at Ethan and leapt onto his bike as the sirens came closer. "DRIVE!" She demanded, a sudden amount of authority in her voice.