Carriero RPG

[The day after the post by the doctors, Kanaya shows up in glorious video resolution. It's an unusually well-composed shot: She's propped her camera up on her makeup box. And it's clear she's been using it. Compared to recent days, she looks great. Her horns are smooth, even polished. The sacs under her eyes, rather than the dark wrinkled streaks they'd deteriorated into lately, are a smooth gray. Her nails are painted ink black, much prettier than their natural yellow, and they're on great display as her left hand supports her head while her right drums her fingers on the desk. (The word "troll" can almost be seen scratched into part of the surface.) And those who haven't associated her with the color jade before might finally do so now: Her signature shade of lipstick has at last returned, and to compensate she's doubled her dosage with eye makeup.

The more astute members of the asylum will notice she's back in her default outfit, black on black, that she hasn't worn since Eridan was terminated.]

It sure is great to be alive, isn't it, everyone. ...I never thought I'd have reason to say that in Carriero. I'm almost waiting for some awful event to come along and make me take those words back. That's just how things have seemed to happen here.

But for now I've got nothing but cause to be grateful. And I've started to think that maybe we should cooperate with our captors on principle. Or have I just finally succumbed to mental illness after all?

You tell me.