[h1][color=Plum][b]Kayla Kirby[/b][/color][/h1]

Suddenly, Ellie was walking towards her, directly towards her. It was like nothing ever got in his way, as though everything just KNEW he was coming and got out of the way hours beforehand. He was standing over her in an instant, far faster than he had been walking.

“What do you think you’re wearing?” He called out as he approached. Not in a blaring, authoritative way, but… well, stern but fair. He stood before Kayla and awaited an answer. 

To Kayla, though, it may as well have been as though he was demanding it at gunpoint. She struggled to answer the looming form and sank back into her seat a little. 

“My, uh, my uniform...” she let out, softly. Hopefully she could get out of this alive.

“No, that’s…” He paused for a moment. “A… Miz, Miza- look, I can’t remember the name, the [i]point is[/i]... that’s [i]not[/i] what I had set up in all your personal bathrooms. I’m sorry if you prefer what you’ve got on now but, you have [i]got[/i] to change into one of the ones I gave you. Wanna know why?”

Kayla’s lack of response was taken for an affirmative.

“All these uniforms are made out of the same synthetic fibers.” Eli responded, “They’ve all got physical signatures recognized on my personal network, which the service bots operate on. So they normally won’t recognize anyone not wearing one. And given the sensitive nature of this, uh, [i]operation[/i]? They will take [i]drastic[/i] action if it happens repeatedly. So far it looks like you managed to confuse their sensors, but [i]please[/i]. For both your sake and mine, go change. Okay?”

Once again, Kayla didn’t respond. Eli would normally have waited for a response, but at that moment, someone called for him. He did a double-take and turned back to Kayla. “I mean it.” He said, nodding, and finally turning away, leaving her all by her lonesome.

It was probably too quiet to hear, but Kayla mumbled out as he walked away, “But I can’t take it off...”
The suit couldn’t be taken off by normal means, which is why it was so important that it cleaned itself, and her while it was at it. The only part of her body that Kayla had to wash when she bathed was her head and her hands. She would have to figure out how to get the robots to not beat her up somehow..

Kayla’s panic was fading, and for once in what felt like ages she let herself relax. Everyone around her were in good discussion, and she wasn’t going to be kicked out of the.. club? There was no reason to be scared. At all. She would just have to talk to the ruler of the robots and get them to not beat her up. That’s all. 

She looked around. There were lots of people, but nobody seemed to want to talk to her. Who should she talk to?