fandomtownies | 4 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening

The woman who arrived at 4 Apocalypse Ave could only be considered that in the most general of terms. While all the traditional parts associated with femininity were there, there was something wrong.

As though it was just a poorly made mask over something that hadn't the faintest how to act human.

For now, the woman shaped thing stood outside the shop, dressed in something elegant and fashionable, but wrong for the weather. Not that it noticed just yet. There were only so many things the small, cramped little brain it had been forced into could process at once.

"We will need a reason," she said to herself. Or possibly to the grey, cloaked figures that flitted in and out of normal vision.

"Yes," one replied as they all turned to look at the building along with her. There was no twinkle or sparkle to signify a change. It was empty, but now it had a function. As simple as rearranging the little molecules to do as they needed.

Her mouth curled up in a smile unbidden, shortly followed by a frown. Bodies were tricky things, it would seem. "It will work."

[[Establishy! NFB, please!]]