i am a cage in search of a bird

[crocodiline]

[ The figure inside the frosted glass snaps her fingers, and the glass falls away, sliding into grooves in the ground below. Inside, behind additional bulletproof glass, sits a woman, legs up on a transparent glass desk, absentmindedly petting a... whatever this thing is.

Say hello to your mastermind, everyone! ]

Hey there, everyone. Nice to talk to you in person - my name is Cipher, welcome to my city. Sorry I took so long to show up in person. No need to get up on my account - how about we talk business?

[ Let's drive. ]

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[pairtner]

I cannot return home without asking him about this. I must see how this was like.

[Misfire must have looked fabulous indeed.

Part of Aiba plans on trying to return to wherever the rooms for everyone are at and attempt to find the dress Forrest said he made for her. Alas, that dress...it probably is gone.

At least she still has the memories of the dress in her backup memories. She'll have it in her projection]

[visiblepattern]

[She will! Best of luck to Aiba in retrieving those memories, he remembers her saying something about them and he thinks Rossiu had them last, so...]

Oh, if you can get him to show you, that would be great - it's a once-in-a-lifetime experience, I feel.

[Not because his work is that great, but because how often do you get to see a Transformer in a flouncy pink minidress, really...]