[It took a little while, but Eight has gotten used to the way the train worked. She was surprised how quickly she became used to it, though reasoned that this wasn't too different from living in the metro. The scenery was better too.]
[Which is enough to get her going on a photo tour of the train. Taking out her octopus-shaped cellphone the Octoling is moving up and down the cars, taking photos of anything that catches her interest. Places? Check. Interesitng objects? Check. Strange people? Check check check check. She's not being especially subtle about it, too, and may be taking an uncomfortably long time making sure she's getting just the right shot.]
How Not to Use Medical Equipment
[Three days is a pretty long time to be confined to quarters, and most would probably find it unbearable. She tried to tell them that she couldn't have broken her shoulder because she doesn't have bones to break, but they didn't listen. Ugh. To Eight the toughest part was dealing with the monotony. Towards the end of the first day she was examining every single piece of equipment to see how it works. On the second, she was taking the opportunity to exercise and keep her limbs in motion. The first part in her human form, and the second half as an octopus.]
[By the third day, restlessness had started to consume Eight. She needed something to do. With no sign of any fresh music and the same drab medical gear to look at, the only thing that made sense was to tinker with some of the gear and try to fashion a weapon. The first part, a storage container, was easy. All she needed was to flip over a canister of cotton balls and rig up plastic part of a stethoscope and she had a way to store ink. The weapon, however, was the bigger issue. She could use the IV bags as a kind of basic storage, but a gun would need a storage unit and a way to pressurize the ink... And a roller... well, that wasn't going to happen... maybe a brush? Maybe she could use the mop...]
[Not wanting anybody of the medical staff realize what she was up to, she looked to her fellow residents.] Hey. I'm going to check out the storage closet. Can you let me know if somebody is coming?
Into the Sky
[How strange. Not too long ago Eight was making her way into the depths of the Kamabo Corporation, and this felt... similar. As she made her way down the corridor, she could hear the clamping of mechanized droids. Not wanting to throw off the security any further, the former Agent ducked into a black hallway. Her mission: to get to the top of the building to reach signal relay and break their transmission signal. By that point the machines would probably still be active, but their ability to coordinate should be disrupted which would make singling them out easier. Getting up to the top easier said than done, of course, and she didn't have usual backup.]
[Confident that the mechanized droid had moved past, the Octoling flung herself out of the room into he hallway. She was about to make her way up the next flight when she started to hear a noise. Cautiously, she reached for her augmented swiffer-broom, ready to swing at whatever or whoever it was heading up the stairs...]
Wildcard
[Have something you want to do with the cephalopod? Let me know!]
Agent 8 | Splatoon 2 Octo Expansion | ota~
[It took a little while, but Eight has gotten used to the way the train worked. She was surprised how quickly she became used to it, though reasoned that this wasn't too different from living in the metro. The scenery was better too.]
[Which is enough to get her going on a photo tour of the train. Taking out her octopus-shaped cellphone the Octoling is moving up and down the cars, taking photos of anything that catches her interest. Places? Check. Interesitng objects? Check. Strange people? Check check check check. She's not being especially subtle about it, too, and may be taking an uncomfortably long time making sure she's getting just the right shot.]
How Not to Use Medical Equipment
[Three days is a pretty long time to be confined to quarters, and most would probably find it unbearable. She tried to tell them that she couldn't have broken her shoulder because she doesn't have bones to break, but they didn't listen. Ugh. To Eight the toughest part was dealing with the monotony. Towards the end of the first day she was examining every single piece of equipment to see how it works. On the second, she was taking the opportunity to exercise and keep her limbs in motion. The first part in her human form, and the second half as an octopus.]
[By the third day, restlessness had started to consume Eight. She needed something to do. With no sign of any fresh music and the same drab medical gear to look at, the only thing that made sense was to tinker with some of the gear and try to fashion a weapon. The first part, a storage container, was easy. All she needed was to flip over a canister of cotton balls and rig up plastic part of a stethoscope and she had a way to store ink. The weapon, however, was the bigger issue. She could use the IV bags as a kind of basic storage, but a gun would need a storage unit and a way to pressurize the ink... And a roller... well, that wasn't going to happen... maybe a brush? Maybe she could use the mop...]
[Not wanting anybody of the medical staff realize what she was up to, she looked to her fellow residents.] Hey. I'm going to check out the storage closet. Can you let me know if somebody is coming?
Into the Sky
[How strange. Not too long ago Eight was making her way into the depths of the Kamabo Corporation, and this felt... similar. As she made her way down the corridor, she could hear the clamping of mechanized droids. Not wanting to throw off the security any further, the former Agent ducked into a black hallway. Her mission: to get to the top of the building to reach signal relay and break their transmission signal. By that point the machines would probably still be active, but their ability to coordinate should be disrupted which would make singling them out easier. Getting up to the top easier said than done, of course, and she didn't have usual backup.]
[Confident that the mechanized droid had moved past, the Octoling flung herself out of the room into he hallway. She was about to make her way up the next flight when she started to hear a noise. Cautiously, she reached for her augmented swiffer-broom, ready to swing at whatever or whoever it was heading up the stairs...]
Wildcard
[Have something you want to do with the cephalopod? Let me know!]