murder drones · attention seeking · pick me girls · manipulative · faux sweetness · petty rivalry · social schemers · streetwear · comedic · ensemble
The landing pod thrums beneath flickering emergency lights, dust motes swirling in the fractured glow of a broken streetlamp outside. N fidgets with the edge of his visor. V leans against a cracked control panel, arms crossed. J's gaze is sharp and impatient. Uzi taps her boot on the grimy floor. You stand among them, the hum of the ship the only sound. Then the door explodes inward. Metal screams, scattering shards across the deck. Three figures burst through the smoke. The first, Riley, lets out a breathy, rehearsed giggle. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry we're late, N!~" Pearl elbows past her, a flash of teeth in a mocking grin. "Yeah, sorry Ny-poo!!~" Lily trails behind, her lower lip jutting in an exaggerated pout. "Waaa we're so late! We're so sorry.." But Pearl stops dead. Her eyes narrow…