The Perk, Saturday morning

[crimson_sister]

Lucille had her hands wrapped around a CoffeeMug™. She ignored the text scrolling around the edge, having no need to be informed about the ten new flavours that had just been released, one of which was advertised as True Coffee. Her hair was wet and black and blue strands stuck to her temples. The clothes were already dry off course; waterproof fabric of good quality. That was on of the reasons she was still wearing the Neo-Victorian outfit even though she had left the compund several months before. All her money had been spent on the best nano-poisons she could afford. It would be worth it though. When the job was finished she would have enough funds to find herself a nice Neo-House and send a message to her brother to join her.

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[crimson_sister]

"I have a room," Lucille said. After taking a sip from her drink, she added: "There is room for two."

Maybe she could try out one of those new fancy poisons that she had bought and at the same time enjoy some pleasant company.

[boneyard_girl]

Ada's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "What's th' catch?"

There was always a catch.

[crimson_sister]

The catch was getting slowly poisoned.

"I live on my own and have few friends here," Lucille replied. "Everyone needs company, don't they?"

[boneyard_girl]

Assuming Ada could be poisoned, given her extensive enhancements. She wasn't entirely sure she needed to eat or drink, since none of it ever seemed to affect her. She just liked the warmth of her beverage.

"Maybe," Ada said slowly. "Most people find that company online these days, though."

[crimson_sister]

Lucille was willing to experiment with the poisoning. Ada could drink at least.

"I have been told I'm old fashioned," she said. It wasn't entirely untrue. Growing up among the Neo-Victorians might have something to do with it. "What are your preferences?"

When it came to where to find company or whatever else Ada chose to reply.

[boneyard_girl]

"I like people." It was a response to both the spoken question and the unspoken one. "Don't much matter where, or how. Linear space or cyber space. 'S th' connection that matters."

[crimson_sister]

"Isn't it?" Lucille smiled. "I'm so glad we have that in common."

There had to be a sense of connection if you were to kill someone. Well, not for work, perhaps.