[b]Yellow![/b]

Yellow: I was heartbroken when I found out it was just a bomb q.q✿
Yellow: I thought for a moment I had stumbled upon full on mind control!
Yellow: But the dream remains elusive 
Yellow: Unless you've found anything?

Yellow paused and looked around before sending Rudy's location and profile. White wasn't here. Good. She didn't approve of how deep she vibed with Sophie.

She'd kind of picked up her affection for mind control from Sophie. It wasn't natural to her, wasn't inherent, didn't fit easily amidst her other goals and morals. It wasn't even clear, if realized, that it could peacefully coexist with society. But gosh didn't it raise a lot of fascinating questions? And wasn't it so much better to deal with a concept that terrifying by being kinda into it rather than being afraid?

[b]Brown![/b]

This is as routine as anything, so she takes the lead. There's no need to get fancy with smuggling. The cover is cleaning equipment; large, heavy, metallic, cheap. The thing about the back tunnels of Disneyland is that the crew aren't friends when not on stage; they're tired, they're stressed, they just want to take their break and move on. She can channel that energy to a T, not making any trouble. Forms to and fro, grunts and compliance, nothing to mark her out in anyone's minds.

Nemean units, though. Everyone she's met has been mad as a hatter. She half thinks they're based on Goat's architecture, running on a phone's hardware based on the way they operate. She keeps her head down and her answers rote.