Agents of the Multiverse

Autumn was fast approaching Sanctuary, but it hadn't reached snowfall today. Instead, the sun cascaded through the open window in the lounge of the Mammothjaw Hot Springs, where it would linger for a while before the early evening eventually swallowed it up in encroaching darkness.

Such a thing was a new phenomenon for 2B to get used to, as the Earth she hailed from had most of the planet caught in areas of perpetual light or darkness, depending on where one was. The fighting had truly decimated what was once considered normal for nature. It wasn't unlike what the Agents saw themselves facing against. The Corruption and the Machines were arguably comparable to one another, in terms of fighting forces. Albeit, the Machines were nowhere near on the same scale. The idea that the Aliens had already invaded other worlds prior to Earth was distressing to 2B, though she reacted in a more sullen manner.

Before the shelf of the small booth she was stationed at today, she was sulking. Her back was towards the visitors, where the little bow her apron was tied back in was visible. It complemented the attire of a long-sleeved red blouse and beige slacks she wore, accented with a pink bandana tied around her head. And still, her blindfold was ever-present, though it stuck out from the rest of the attire she wore.

Currently, she was stocking jars of lotion, which were labeled with scents she'd never even heard of. She'd linger on it more, but she had no need for frivolous things. She simply needed a paycheck and this was the fastest way to get one, or so she believed. Kawaakari seemed to think as much as well, as they had helped her with the application. It'd be able to teach her more about the organics that populated this world as well. She'd have to get used to it eventually, especially as she couldn't leave the city herself.

Lamenting silently as she shelved another jar, 2B wondered if she truly would be stuck here forever. She was built to be on the front lines of combat against the Machines, not playing house here. Still, she supposed the Sunbirds weren't so bad and would treat them with respect. However, she wanted to be able to say her farewells eventually, though she would turn down the Relocation Program at any given opportunity.

Hearing footsteps approach her booth, 2B stood up and turned, standing on her toes as she stiffened. She was wearing brown flats, but she was far more used to having her heels elevated off the ground. She was built for that posture, so it was simply more comfortable that way.

"Welcome to the Mammothjaw Hot Springs," she greeted, almost in monotone. "Would you like to purchase some bathing supplies?"