middaeg | OPEN / bad and naughty scientists get put in the scrub wiggler to atone for their crimes

Who: Entrapta and anybody who trips over her I guess
When: May 12th-14th
Where: The Coven
What: criminal justice
Warnings: nothing except Entrapta's vexing lack of experience with housework

If you met Entrapta a couple of weeks ago, when everyone had just gotten here, her appearance now, at the Coven, might come as a surprise. This is partially because since then she seems to have hacked off her enormous pigtails, leaving an uneven mess of short purple hair sticking out from the back of the flipped-up welding mask she's wearing – but also because you definitely have not seen her at any other point in the last two weeks. You could be forgiven for having forgotten she was here.

She's been very busy, for most of that time: stealing electronics and machinery from private citizens, factories and warehouses alike, and basically living in vents and walls while she takes it apart to try to find out as much as she can about how it all works here. And now that she's been caught doing that and had all her purloined experiments confiscated, she's being punished with cleaning duty at the Coven.

You may run into her:

i] Outside the building, crouching behind a shrub and looking extremely furtive. Her mask is lowered over her face, but if she spots you spotting her, she'll make some urgent indecipherable gestures at you. Maybe she wants you to pretend you didn't see her? Or maybe she wants you to help with something. The fact that you can't see her facial expressions makes it pretty hard to say.

ii] Having given up on trying to escape her grim fate altogether after a day or so of leading the Witch and Puca tasked with keeping an eye on her on a merry dance around the Coven's main building, Entrapta is now attempting to do the impossible. She's currently in a hallway on the second floor, trailing tape measure behind her as she scribbles perplexed attempts at a floor plan in a notebook she's holding and muttering about how this makes no sense...

iii] Complete resignation. Scrubbing the floors. The inhumanity of it. The inefficiency. Surely they have magic for this!! But no. Here she is, in the main lobby, putting some elbow grease into it and looking extremely annoyed. It looks like she's been at it for a while.

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"Oh," Iramaat replies, eyebrows shooting straight up, "That does seem like it would take a long time, doesn't it?" She glances back the way she's come, trying to imagine having to scrub the floors of this place. Messy. And backbreaking.

"Why would you want to do something like that?"

Entrapta groans. "Ugh, I don't want to, but it's my punishment," she props one hand on her hip, the one holding the tape measure, and makes an exasperated gesture with the other one, "for taking people's stuff and hiding in their houses."

She clearly thinks this isn't a big deal.

"Oh," Iramaat says, understanding dawning on her, "Well, that's unfortunate. Why were you taking their things in the first place?"

She doesn't particularly care, but she is curious about how Entrapta got herself into this situation. Besides, this might end up giving her some sort of angle. She'll have to see how it plays out.

"Mmm," she shrugs, a little defensive, "I just needed to take some of the tech here apart to figure out how it works. Nobody was using any of it."

"Ah! I see! So not a simple thief, then," Iramaat snaps her fingers with a grin, "Did you learn anything worthwhile? I don't have any sort of head for that sort of technological nonsense, so..."

She shrugs. She lets other people deal with that.

"Ye-es," says Entrapta, "but not enough to use yet. I'm going to need to run more tests and gather more data for sure."

"Well..." Iramaat's eyes gleam with a sort of interest. And cunning.

"If I were able to find more examples for you, would you be willing to share anything you learn with me?"

She is absolutely planning something.

"Oh, sure!" she says brightly. Better someone else get arrested than her, after all. "If you really want to help I can make you a list of the kind of things I'd need..." She's already cramming the tape measure back into one pocket so she can rummage in another one for a notepad.

"I'd be happy to!" Iramaat replies brightly. Although she really has no intention of getting into trouble over this - it's for her own education, really, and her own thoughts. She'll do what she likes and if it means getting this girl on her side, so much the better.

"I can't promise I'll be able to obtain everything or even anything, of course..."

"Sure, sure..." After some dedicated scribbling, though, she tears off the piece of paper and hands it over to Iramaat. "Really any of this would be great, I don't need it all right away."

The list is written in all caps, the handwriting tight and hurried but legible, with a few things hastily crossed out where Entrapta has lapsed into her personal incomprehensible shorthand and then corrected herself. The items on it range from the fancy 'watches' they've been given by the Coven to regular watches, children's toys to bits of industrial machinery.

Iramaat scans over the list with a little 'hmm' sound and then folds the paper and sticks it into a pocket, flashing Entrapta a grin, "Seems easy enough. Like I said - no guarantees, but I'll do my best..."

She settles her hands on her hips, considering. She probably can get a few bits and bobs just by being her usual persuasive and endearing self, so... hopefully it won't take too much effort. Probably worthwhile to learn more about this place, though.

"I don't think I caught your name, by the by."

"Oh, it's Entrapta!" A pause, and then, a little stilted, as if it only just occurred to her to ask and she's not sure if she's asking right: "What's, your name?"

Oh, that's sort of adorable. Iramaat clasps her hands together and sways up on the balls of her feet with a grin, "Oh, you can call me Iramaat - pleasure to meet you!"

She sways back onto her feet and dips into a courtly, elaborate bow, "Glad to be of assistance to a damsel in distress!"

"Oh!" She seems gently flustered by the bow. "Haha, okay! I wasn't really distressed, though."

"Well, you certainly seemed to be - left to scrub and clean and all of that," Iramaat waves a hand, "I just don't want to see you... upset."

Well, half-true, anyway. She wants to pump up her own ego, mostly.

"I'm really more like a damsel in inconvenience," says Entrapta, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Assistance is good though! Let me know if you get a hold of any of that stuff."

Iramaat tips Entrapta a little salute, "Of course, of course - as always, no guarantees, but... I remain interested to see what you can find."

She arches a brow, "Shall I leave you to your inconvenience, then?"

Entrapta sighs heavily. "Yeah, I guess I should get on with cleaning if I want to get done with it ever."

"There are worse fates," Iramaat says cheerily, like someone who isn't being forced to clean an entire building. She claps Entrapta on the shoulder, "Well, I'll let you get back to it - don't work too hard!"

Ha, listen to her. Isn't she a riot?

"Oh, I won't," says Entrapta.

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