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"It's Cubefall??"

Cue one more delighted Milliwayser, bounding down the stairs like Christmas morning.

Ava's just taken her habitual post-Arashmaharr shower (the assorted infernal smells, she's noted, really get under your fingernails), and she meant to spend tonight hanging around strategically, waiting for Zevran and/or Sameth and/or Sam Winchester and/or pyramid people.

However, the evening's plans clearly need modification.

Twenty minutes later, she has dismantled a chair and a couch and is midway through construction of her now-traditional Cubefall Lego fort. A mostly-neglected salad and Coke sit off to one side.

(As usual, she hasn't even looked at sample configurations.

She's too much of a control freak to give up her body voluntarily.)

Maybe if Andrew happens by, they can have a painfully symbolic conversation about change and new beginnings.

ooc: THERE AIN'T NO PARTY LIKE A CUBEFALL PARTY. Get in on this fort-building action! Open until my brain gives up.

eta: sleepyface merc loves you all! is it can be slowtimes?

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"My first Cubefall I picked my cute, fuzzy option. I was about so big, and mostly fur."

"No legs, no arms, no hands, just fur, mouth and a stomach."

"No offense," Ava says, blinking, "but that sounds kind of terrifying."

"It was fine until the dog showed up."

Then there was the screaming and the yelling. And say what you will, the shriek of a tribble is piercing.

"Oh my God."

Ava usually likes dogs!

"Well, it didn't eat you ... right?"

Ako shakes her head, "I kind of yelled and freaked out and it went away, but, yeah thumbs. Thumbs are good."

Ava fiddles with her own.

"So that's why you chose ... what option did you choose this year, exactly?"

Superhero?

"This is my robot option," she says looking down at herself, "I need to get a copy of my manual or something. Even the colors are different for me right now."

Red, green, blue and infrared shift things around a fair bit compared to just red, green and blue.

"Oh-- wow," Ava says.

"I would not have guessed robot."

"I know! I kept going back and forth trying to figure out what was going on when I got my choices and I couldn't figure out where the robot one had got too."

"Oh yeah," Ava recalls, settling down on a half-erected wall.

"There's always a robot option, isn't there?"

"It is a robot holiday."

"Yyyyeah.

In which case, why aren't all the choices robots?"

If Ava knew what nanobots were, she would potentially rethink her anti-transformative stance.

Ava of Borg has all sorts of potential for things going wrong.

"Marketing," says Ako with the total assurance of someone who is making things up, "Being able to turn into a kitten is totally a selling point for lots of people."

Ava can roll with that!

"Sure," she says, wrinkling her nose, "though I've met aliens who eat those things and that kind of destroyed them as like, bulletproof adorable for me."

"Well, sure, it's not going to work all the time, but mostly. Plus they're pretty customized I think."

In that, 'I know you, so I can be annoying' way most people only get from family.