(A1) [Well, if you leave stuff out in the open, of course it's to be stolen! Pica has no real sense of "right" or "wrong." There's only the desire to survive and, in this case, she sees it as an opportunity to rebuild her stash. Only...
... the moment Pica touches a nice bag, she finds that her hand is stuck. No matter how hard she pulls on it, it won't give! She's more angry than horrified. With a loud yell, she powers up. Her hand glows brightly and she's suddenly swinging the bag around in an effort to get it off...!
DON'T GET HIT!]
(E) [Today has been a no-good, rotten day. Therefore, she's going to stuff her face. Unfortunately, no one's told her about the effects of the juice. It all kicks in within a few minutes and, before long, Pica is practically bouncing off the walls.]
Hey!
[She's waving you down. When you look her way, she grins and puts up her fists.]
Ten credits!
[??? Ten credits for--?]
(G) [... Pica has never seen books before. Honest-to-god paper books were long gone by the time she was "born," and she would've never had the chance to hold one herself. They were relics of a time long-gone; if anyone had them, they'd be an eccentric and rich collector or a historian of some sort.
She doesn't know what to do without her help, but thankfully most of the books are in pictures. Pica's inability to read doesn't harm her. She idly flips through a picture book, her attention entirely absorbed by its colorful illustrations. At one point, she touches its pages, tracing the faces of the storybook lizards happily celebrating.]
pica | oc
[Well, if you leave stuff out in the open, of course it's to be stolen! Pica has no real sense of "right" or "wrong." There's only the desire to survive and, in this case, she sees it as an opportunity to rebuild her stash. Only...
... the moment Pica touches a nice bag, she finds that her hand is stuck. No matter how hard she pulls on it, it won't give! She's more angry than horrified. With a loud yell, she powers up. Her hand glows brightly and she's suddenly swinging the bag around in an effort to get it off...!
DON'T GET HIT!]
(E)
[Today has been a no-good, rotten day. Therefore, she's going to stuff her face. Unfortunately, no one's told her about the effects of the juice. It all kicks in within a few minutes and, before long, Pica is practically bouncing off the walls.]
Hey!
[She's waving you down. When you look her way, she grins and puts up her fists.]
Ten credits!
[??? Ten credits for--?]
(G)
[... Pica has never seen books before. Honest-to-god paper books were long gone by the time she was "born," and she would've never had the chance to hold one herself. They were relics of a time long-gone; if anyone had them, they'd be an eccentric and rich collector or a historian of some sort.
She doesn't know what to do without her help, but thankfully most of the books are in pictures. Pica's inability to read doesn't harm her. She idly flips through a picture book, her attention entirely absorbed by its colorful illustrations. At one point, she touches its pages, tracing the faces of the storybook lizards happily celebrating.]
... a real party...