Round 70

Silra hunches over her blueprints, pencil scratching furiously against the paper as she works out the details of some complex mechanical adaptation. But every few moments, a low rumble vibrates through the floorboards—a reminder that time was running out and the building's vague sexual requirements remained unsettlingly ambiguous. I can't believe we're actually doing this, Abby thought, her stomach twisting with anxiety. Trying to satisfy a sentient structure by building... whatever this is? But Silra seemed determined, her brow furrowed in concentration as she meticulousl...

Silra's hands tremble as she fits the last component into her contraption. The circuit board sparks to life, humming with an energy that vibrates through the floor. She looks up, face illuminated by the blue glow. I think—The building groans, a sound like grinding stone and tearing metal, shaking the entire structure. Jeane grabs onto a support beam as the walls shudder. Enough! This...

Silra looks up from her circuit board, hands stilling as she watches the entire structure shudder around them. "Well," she says, voice dry despite the vibration in her bones, "that was… decisive." The blue glow of her creation pulses rhythmically against the floor, humming like a contented demon. Or an angry one—hard to tell which side of satisfaction that groan belonged to. She glances sideways at Jeane, noting the other woman's grip on the beam and the way her shirt rides up over her hips. "You okay there?" she asks casually, though her eyes remain fixed on the humming machine between them.*