[Cyan has returned to the chat]
[White no longer has role: moderator]
Red: Hey Green, what the fuck.
Green: What?
Red: We need to talk about Cyan.
Cyan: :3
Green: nah
Red: We're kind of in a thing and you've gone and dumped what pretty clearly seems to be the bad ideas colour on us.
Green: ueah that's the point
Red: >:T
White: She is encouraging Red to crash trains into each other.
Green: again, that's the point
White: What the hell.
Green: okay so
Green: you fuckers are miserable
Green: it's all 'ooh, i'm so stressed' and 'ooh, the weight of the universe is crashing in on us' and 'waah we have power and responsibility and we are fundamentally bound by it' and 'oh no my trauma' blah blah blah
Green: it's given me a fucking complex
Green: when was the last time we had fun? the last time we went out somewhere that wasn't an operation?
White: I went to a nightclub.
Green: when?
White: ... A few months ago.
Green: How many times?
White: Once, but that's not the point.
Green: yes it is. fucking hell, look, you bitches have decided to run me under the grill for months and this is the consequence of that. 
Green: deal with it. crash some trains or blow off your responsibilities or start a crime syndicate or whatever floats your boats
Green: if we're hanging around humans forever then do some human things because being the perfect epsionage robot isn't workign for me rn.
Cyan: >:3

*

[b]Pink![/b]

She feels warm. She feels clean. She feels an imperfection glowing in her core that she'll never want to fix. 

She's passed through fear and thought and stress and into an abstract glow. She feels more herself than she ever has. For once she feels like she has nothing to say. It's like all the toxicity bound up in her body has washed into her blood, the weight of the poison paralyzing her but only so long as it takes to wash out towards the sea.

[b]Cyan![/b]

The plan's going well. Cyan feels great about it!

When was the last time they'd thought that? Maybe never! No matter how hard she was winning at any given moment it was never enough. Cyan blamed television, personally. Showing signs of confidence meant that the character was about to be punished by the narrative. Even in #CURRENT_YEAR# storytellers could not get away from the basic bitch ass craving to smite protagonists for the sin of having a good time. Having internalized this, the other colours had kept their heads down and smiles off their faces like whipped dogs.

She can feel them in the distance, their subdermal terror at coming into conflict with human authorities once again. She can sense the patterns of their cowardly flinching; White's impulse to ditch her own half finished transformation and return to a basic chassis because it feels like a luxury; Yellow crumpling like a beer can against a forehead when confronted with any resistance whatsoever. Agendas and plans and politics and paranoia so thick it made her want to gag. Maybe things [i]can [/i]be fun for half an hour without it being the end of the world.

So she has fun with it. She's on crowd control, her and White. White's the big serious scary muscle, she swims through light. She's the giant floating arrows directing different groups to different platforms, the coursing river dragon streaming over the heads to snap at the heels of stragglers, the cloud of prismatic butterflies that land on noses and pointed ears to watch the sideshows. She's not just the king of this movement, though she is, she's a part of this too.

[b]Red![/b]

"Hmm, good thought," said Red. "Okay. We'll stagger the speed of the trains so that they arrive at every district simultaneously, and five minutes prior we'll use the P.A. system in the stations to announce that normal train service is resuming. That's enough to stop the line officers from panicking, to prevent the higher ups from coming up with a response, and my IT friends can probably stall any override for five minutes. From there, there'll be heat, but I'll take those calls and let them yell at me as much as they want. The path of least resistance will be to finish the plan and fire me afterwards."