Chica was not sure what a mausoleum actually was. Theirs was plywood and masking tape, part of a seasonal set.
She was only somewhat less baffled to find it contained a high school. She did at least have some related concepts and archival music videos for that, and content in another franchise that distantly pinged to it: school was a place for learning stuff and meeting boys.
But if she was mystified by the sheer amount of new location data, and curious about school, well.
She was surprised, sure--hopping a little for the sound. But she was also programmed to respond to several varieties of Parental Tone. Mostly, that enacted scripts to reunite grown guests with their children, or help find a lost favorite toy ((suggest: lost and found)), or to flag down another trusted adult or guardian.
Still, this was the good voice. These were good tones, warm and faintly amused.
WHO COULD THAT POSSIBLY BE, G A S P!~
She was only somewhat less baffled to find it contained a high school. She did at least have some related concepts and archival music videos for that, and content in another franchise that distantly pinged to it: school was a place for learning stuff and meeting boys.
But if she was mystified by the sheer amount of new location data, and curious about school, well.
She was surprised, sure--hopping a little for the sound. But she was also programmed to respond to several varieties of Parental Tone. Mostly, that enacted scripts to reunite grown guests with their children, or help find a lost favorite toy ((suggest: lost and found)), or to flag down another trusted adult or guardian.
Still, this was the good voice. These were good tones, warm and faintly amused.
"Like, hi!" Brightly. "I'm Chica!" Pause, pinfeathers lifted, smiling. "You--were expecting me?"
Wait, no, he'd said he, wasn't expecting her. Hmm...
"Are you looking for someone?"
She was always glad to help.