[center][h2][b][i][color=00ffff]Victoria[/color][/i][/b][/h2][/center][hr][center][color=00ffff][b]Location:[/b][/color] Kingston-Gray estate
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[color=00ffff][b]Equipment:[/b][/color] N/A[/center][hr]Vicky felt well and truly out of her element. At school, she could take being in a crowd in stride, as that was an activity that served the purpose of education - yes, even at the Margaret Carter Institute. Here and now, this activity seemed... pointless. Didn't the rest have a big day tomorrow? Would they not like to sleep? At this rate, understanding humanity was getting [i]further away[/i], not closer. At least she was a little bit more comfortable. While Max insisted that being a kid meant dressing like one (her argument about not being even human fell on deaf ears), they reached some sort of compromise, and she was upgraded to suitjamas, minus a necktie.

As the game suggestions started cropping up, she nearly let a sadistic grin show up on her face. Spin the bottle would be so easy to manipulate. Her thoughts were stopped as Doria put up a few alternatives, and Victoria's head slowly turned to give him a deathly state. [Color=00ffff]"Secret Ultron. Really."[/color]

The Social Queen among them then ordered what her subjects' game was going to be, and Tori was on the fence whether she liked it or not. On one hand, she was bound to learn something new about someone. On the other, she might wish she didn't. Danni demonstrated that point well. And before she realized it was her turn.

[Color=00ffff]"Well, you screwed me over by putting family in the choices. That pretty much neccessitates killing Vision, although in any other set that honor would be firmly reserved for colonel Danvers. I suppose I could marry Vision and never touch him, but... You guys don't know how creepy he is in over-the-air conversation! Like... I am designed to mimic a human. I think in normal english sentences and all. It is a subroutine I don't control. Him? He [i]fakes it[/i]. Whenever we talk in text, he drops it and is like: [code]Query: Are you socializing with your friend group?[/code] Ugh."[/color] She explained, doing robot dance moves along with it until a shiver ran down her spine.

[Color=00ffff]"So that's a firm kill on Vis. That leaves me two choices... Do I want to be one and done with Danvers, or do I want to get hitched to her to ruin the rest of her life?"[/color] she tapped her chin in thought. [Color=00ffff]"Fuck Danvers - literally and figuratively - and marry Strange. He's not bad looking for an older gentleman and at least he could provide intelligent and interesting conversation."[/color]