Better not linger in her starting place too much longer. Yellow's faster than her and may have already come home to a wreck. Thorn might have a habit of checking up on the place, even, just in case. She's invisible, inaudible, unsmellable - that won't help if he sends someone thorough. Or comes in person.
She sets out.
She's been flying for about thirty minutes after her shopping trip when she falls through a tear and squeaks inaudibly and lands in the middle of -
Meanwhile, the door reopens and the visitors invite themselves in. "Don't be rude."
Which doesn't affect the visitors in the least, although it does cause Cherish to smile slightly and glance between the sisters.
"We haven't done anything to you to deserve this sort of hostile reception," Cherish says. "We just want to chat. If you run away we might have to do things other than chat in order to get our conversation, and that just sounds so unfriendly."
"We want to offer you a job. There's only the one job, so don't get your hopes up too much. Bonesaw here admires Amy ever so much and I think Victoria would be a real asset. We thought we'd combine the recruitment pitches, since you were easy to find in the same place."
"Aw, but you have to! You're the only other person who works with meat, we'd make a great team."
"Incentives," spits Glory Girl. "We're not like you, we don't think it sounds like fun -"
"No, no, that's not what I mean. Although you might learn to like it. I just mean that not trying to pass the tests might result in failing the tests, and that... would be dangerous."
"Because of all the people we could have around in our little circle of friends indefinitely, we all got a chance to pick a nominee, and I want Glory Girl and Bonesaw wants you. You could choose to be flattered. I'd help, but I don't want to make the game unfair."
"You stay the fuck away from Dad -!"
"I think Bonesaw's expressed her opinion on swearing," sings Cherish. "Well, maybe that would get you to play and maybe it wouldn't, and if you want him to live you won't encourage me to find out. But, hm, just a hunch, I don't think you're as careful about looking after the people around you as you think you are. Take it from me, emotions... even if you only have two settings... run... deep."
She glances at Panacea.
"Oh, come on. I know you're not happy with your job right now, if you join us we could do anything. I can bring back the dead, imagine if we were working together!"
"Don't call me Vicky."
"Victoria, if you like. But it doesn't seem like you're giving any thought to what I'd like. It's very inconsiderate."
Victoria's response is a snarl.
Amy stares in disbelief. Apparently this would not be fun.
"What are you getting at, you cryptic sadistic bitch?" snaps Victoria.
"I'll tell you if you win," Cherish says, glancing at Panacea. "I might even tell you if you don't. It'll depend. But don't swear, please."
"Ooh, you can make your sister stronger or tougher! That'll give her a better chance. I can't help, though. Fair's fair."
In about five minutes they'll have questions like "who else are you doing this to" and "what are the rules" but for now Amy isn't in much of a state to think of them.
"Bye bye," says Cherish, and she goes out to hop into her ("her") car.
Meanwhile, Promise is on a roof, curing cancer and restoring sight to the blind and making amputees whole, that sort of thing.
Toward the end, after no new people have arrived and all the healed ones have left, tall, dark-haired man walks onto the roof. "Hello, Promise. I've got a message for you."
"Probably a better idea to just email me," Promise says, tucking the remaining consent forms into her bag.
"Ordinarily, perhaps. I wanted to deliver it in person. You see, I've been quite impressed with how you've been shaking things up here. Lung. Kaiser. Nilbog. But you know you could do so much more. Kaiser's entire team would have been trivial. Why so careful?"