Oh, Elleru likes this. Actually, she loves this. She had to fight with a couple of the machines to keep them from sticking their little hands in her face, but she's managed to corral two of them in particular into a corner near one of the baths, walling them from escape with a few chairs that serve as a fence. And why those two? Because they have the hair brushes, and if there is anything this tall lady with fluffy, purple hair loves, it's getting her hair brushed. What better way to treat herself than to have some helpful robots do it for her?
Draping herself across one of the chairs, she lets her hair hang where the machines can give it a good grooming, wondering if it's possible to take them with her. Maybe she could keep one as a pet. That's what they are, right? Mechanical pets and servants for the uprights? She'll ask later. For now, she's enjoying that rigorous brushing, so much so that she doesn't even look who has joined her in her little private preening session. She just calls to them, pleased for the company, her voice airy.
"Come, come! See what little marvels these are!"
whole foods 2.0
The sight of more uprights had drawn Elleru's attention, as had the truck -- they all seemed to be clamoring for whatever was inside, so assuming it was something good or interesting, she'd bee-lined for the store, hoping to ask what was going on. Though the smell of rotting flesh had nearly overwhelmed her, she'd assumed it must be something within the vehicle. It couldn't be the people, after all.
No, it was the people. It was definitely the people, who could hardly be defined as "people" by that point.
In good news, the truck doesn't have nearly so many zombies lingering around it anymore. In bad news, a number of them have crowded around a large creature around the side of the store, one trying to stave them off, but being quickly overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. The fact she's got several deep scratches and cuts down her back and legs doesn't help, the blood matting her fur and drawing even more her way. She lets out a loud, rattling squawk as she lashes out at one with her claws, only for another to try to take a bite out of her tail. It's only a matter of time before one of them manages to sink their teeth into her.
That, or she succeeds in scaring them off, but given they're mindless zombies that know nothing but hunger, intimidation is as unlikely as her survival.
Elleru 🐦 Original
Oh, Elleru likes this. Actually, she loves this. She had to fight with a couple of the machines to keep them from sticking their little hands in her face, but she's managed to corral two of them in particular into a corner near one of the baths, walling them from escape with a few chairs that serve as a fence. And why those two? Because they have the hair brushes, and if there is anything this tall lady with fluffy, purple hair loves, it's getting her hair brushed. What better way to treat herself than to have some helpful robots do it for her?
Draping herself across one of the chairs, she lets her hair hang where the machines can give it a good grooming, wondering if it's possible to take them with her. Maybe she could keep one as a pet. That's what they are, right? Mechanical pets and servants for the uprights? She'll ask later. For now, she's enjoying that rigorous brushing, so much so that she doesn't even look who has joined her in her little private preening session. She just calls to them, pleased for the company, her voice airy.
"Come, come! See what little marvels these are!"
whole foods 2.0
The sight of more uprights had drawn Elleru's attention, as had the truck -- they all seemed to be clamoring for whatever was inside, so assuming it was something good or interesting, she'd bee-lined for the store, hoping to ask what was going on. Though the smell of rotting flesh had nearly overwhelmed her, she'd assumed it must be something within the vehicle. It couldn't be the people, after all.
No, it was the people. It was definitely the people, who could hardly be defined as "people" by that point.
In good news, the truck doesn't have nearly so many zombies lingering around it anymore. In bad news, a number of them have crowded around a large creature around the side of the store, one trying to stave them off, but being quickly overwhelmed by their sheer numbers. The fact she's got several deep scratches and cuts down her back and legs doesn't help, the blood matting her fur and drawing even more her way. She lets out a loud, rattling squawk as she lashes out at one with her claws, only for another to try to take a bite out of her tail. It's only a matter of time before one of them manages to sink their teeth into her.
That, or she succeeds in scaring them off, but given they're mindless zombies that know nothing but hunger, intimidation is as unlikely as her survival.