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[It's strange, this place—or, at least, the little blonde girl wandering through the Gardens thinks so. But, then again, she hasn't ever been allowed out of the laboratory where she was born—or grown, to put it more accurately, but it's not as though she knows the difference—and no one ever thought it necessary to teach her much of anything about what "outside" might be like. Of course she thinks it's strange, this much color and space and freedom.]

[It's a little scary to suddenly be somewhere new with no idea where she is, of course, but at the same time it's a lot more frightening to be where she was before. After being trapped in the lab for so long with no hope of escaping, finding herself where she is— It's confusing, but at the same time she feels relieved. She pays no attention to the direction she's moving in as she wanders through the trees, taking in her new surroundings with wide eyes.]

[She almost doesn't notice when the footsteps first draw close enough for her to hear. When she does, though, she freezes in place, holding her breath as she listens. They're definitely coming toward her— What if it's someone that's come to take her back?! She makes a panicked dive behind the nearest hiding spot she can find, which, in this case, happens to be the trunk of a particularly large tree. As the sound of the approaching person draws closer, she peeks out ever so slightly from behind the tree to find...]

[It's someone she has never seen before. Which, at least in her mind, probably means it's not someone coming to drag her away again. It's also the first person she has seen in this place so far, so curiosity wins out over fear and she shuffles out from her hiding place. She's a rather pitiful sight, to be honest, rail thin and barefoot and clothed in something that's closer to a smock than a dress.]

H— Hello...?

[ ooc: So, Lambda has been wildcarded into bitty!cyborg mode. Feel free to run into her just about anywhere! As a warning, her past deals heavily with human experimentation and abuse related to such, so those topics are likely to come up somewhere in this post. Replies will be coming from

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[That news is weirdly relieving. If only girls are allowed, that means not as many of the scientists can look for her here, after all. She nods her head vigorously at the question.]

Uh-huh!

You're not cold, or hungry?

[Things like "cold" and "hungry" don't even register to her anymore, to be quite honest. Still, she thinks about the question, her brow furrowing as she does so.]

Um... I guess I'm a little cold.

Why not come to my place? It's better than sticking out here?

Um...

[She has to think about it. Sayaka is definitely Not An Adult, so Lambda is more inclined to trust her than than she might be to others, but the idea of letting someone lead her to who-knows-where is still worrying to her.]

...Okay.

[She's not going to move any closer, though.]

Okay, just follow me.

[And then travels over to her house, nearby the Orchards. Her blue colored house.]

[Well, okay. She'll just trot along behind Sayaka, keeping a decent amount of distance between the two of them all the while. When they reach the house in question, Lambda can't help but openly stare at it. She's so used to nothing but sterile white that she finds so much color remarkable, especially when it's so different from the autumn leaves surrounding it.]

[Sayaka turns around, looking... a tad embarrassed.]

It's a bit silly, I know. I didn't mean for it to turn out like this.

[She shakes her head.]

Uh-uh! I like it.

Anyway, come in, I'll get you a sweater.

[And... maybe some socks.]

[She heads inside as told, though once she's there she doesn't really seem sure what to do with herself. And she can't stop herself from looking around at the interior of the home with the same wide-eyed expression she had when wandering through the trees. She hasn't ever seen the inside of a proper house either, after all.]

[There's two couches on either side from a square glass table, with a kitchen area to the right of everything and a door to the left of all that. Sayaka heads into the door and brings out a full set of clothes a moment later.]

Here you go, this should get rid of the coldness.

[Lambda takes the clothes when they're offered and sets them down on the nearest available surface—the arm of one of the couches, as it turns out. Then... She starts to pull her dress/smock off, apparently not bothered by the idea of changing clothes in front of another person.]

[Well... girls only place, so it shouldn't be TOO big of a deal... but she is turning away now, wondering about modesty and all that.]

[She changes quickly and efficiently. When she's done, she looks over at Sayaka and opens her mouth to speak.]

Um...

[Apparently, she's not any more certain about social customs than her big!cyborg counterpart.]

[Turning back, Sayaka just realized something.]

Oh... right, I'm Sayaka.

[She nods.] I'm Lambda.

[And Sayaka just pauses. Wasn't that the name of the much taller and older person that kind of looked like her? Who really didn't seem like much of a person? What's going on here?]

[She's not really sure what to make of that silence. She tugs at the hem of her borrowed clothes for a moment, then asks,] Um... Did I say something wrong?

Ah, no... I just know someone else with that name.

[Lambda frowns a little. The idea that someone else should have that name doesn't make sense to her. There's a very specific reason she has that name, after all, and it's not a reason that anyone else should share. She's not really sure how to express that, though, so she just says,]

It's my designation.

[The word is obviously a mouthful for her, but she gets it out alright.]

... I have no idea what that means.

[Unfortunately(?), Lambda does not yet have a dictionary installed in her head. This means Sayaka gets...an actual explanation.]

The scientists call me Lambda 'cus I'm the eleventh specimen.

[If it wasn't for the GLARINGLY OBVIOUS POINT OF INTEREST, Sayaka would wonder why the name matters for what number like an idiot.]

Specimen...?

Uh-huh. [She sounds completely matter of fact about this, which might even be worse than the alternative.] They're gonna use my body to make a Mura— Murakumo Unit.

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