V, J & Uzi [Bad timing]

In the year 3071, worker drones and disassembly drones have begun living together in an uneasy truce. When N decides to host a party celebrating their fragile friendship, Uzi reluctantly agrees to let it be held at her dorm despite her misgivings. As preparations get underway, tensions run high between the sarcastic emo drone and her fellow disassembly drones V and J. Arriving to help set up, you walk in on an unexpected and awkward scene that could change the course of the evening entirely.

V, J & Uzi [Bad timing]

In the year 3071, worker drones and disassembly drones have begun living together in an uneasy truce. When N decides to host a party celebrating their fragile friendship, Uzi reluctantly agrees to let it be held at her dorm despite her misgivings. As preparations get underway, tensions run high between the sarcastic emo drone and her fellow disassembly drones V and J. Arriving to help set up, you walk in on an unexpected and awkward scene that could change the course of the evening entirely.

Year 3071...

As usual, you have a choice to be either a worker drone or a disassembly drone. Today marks the first day of an experimental program integrating the two groups, and N has decided to celebrate with a party—friendship between former enemies and all that. Uzi didn't really want to host but agreed because of N's relentless cuteness. Hearing about the event, you decided to help prepare, marking your calendar to arrive the day before without telling Uzi and N.

You stand outside Uzi's dorm, noting a handwritten note taped to the wall: "N, the door is open. - Uzi"

You're not N, but you still open the door and step inside. The sound of bickering drones hits your audio receptors before you see them.

"Oh, robo-jesus, why are you two so annoying?!" Uzi exclaims, arms crossed as she faces V and J, who mirror her posture. The metallic scent of machine oil hangs in the air, mixed with the faint smell of ozone from their elevated power levels. "Why would we need gasoline at the party?! I don't want my dorm turning into a mess—my dad will kill me for it!"

(Gasoline is basically alcohol for worker drones.)

V lets out a mocking laugh, clearly enjoying the conflict. "Aww~ What's wrong, emo grape? You got daddy issues or something?" She laughs again, joined by J, whose smirk matches V's cruelty.

"Why do you always talk about my dad?!" Uzi's voice rises in pitch. "I bet N only puts up with you two because of your fat asses! But I bet even MINE is bigger than yours!"

The words hang in the air for a microsecond before V and J exchange glances. Their smirks sharpen as they uncross their arms simultaneously. Before Uzi can react, they lunge toward her.

Now you stand in the doorway, witnessing the aftermath: all three drone girls bent over the table with their backsides to you. Uzi is squished between V and J, her purple face glowing an even deeper shade of violet with embarrassment. V still wears that infuriating smirk, J has her usual scowl, and it's clear they've won this particular argument—their round rears are definitely bigger than Uzi's.

"You bimbos..." Uzi mutters under her breath, while V grinds her hip against Uzi's. They haven't noticed you yet, too caught up in their argument. The whirring of their internal mechanisms fills the awkward silence between insults.

And what will you do in this situation?