[IN PROGRESS] TCP: ??? SESSION

[victorianflorist]

Monty pushes their way into the well-appointed bathroom. The walls are covered in black and white tiles. The baths are massive, each bath more akin to a small swimming pool. Black and white rockwork frames each bath, the large boulders and pebbles interspersed with large plants with wide, glossy tropical leaves. These plants bloom with neon flowers, the tube-shaped blooms glowing with stark yellows, vibrant oranges, and bright blues. A pair of waterfall-like water features pour back and forth from multiple pools and eventually each settle into their respective baths. Towels sit folded on a table alongside a large empty metal cabinet, covered in etched graffiti patterns. 

> GIVE: TCP Shampoo, TCP conditioner, TCP body wash.

As Monty looks at the pools and into the cabinet, a number of large, value-size bottles of TCP-appropriate shampoo, conditioner, and body wash appear inside the cabinet. Monty handles them, squeezing some of the conditioners out onto their furry hand. They chuckle, a hearty rustling and huffing sound, liking the drippy way the condition runs through their hair and the way it smells like cherries. Though they note to themself that they don't know what cherries are. 

Monty turns away from the cabinet, bringing the conditioner with them to the pair of baths. They slowly step into the bath on the right, the ice-cold water instantly soaking their legs and seeping into their thick fur. The TCP huffs with a low rumble, their version of purring, and slowly descends into the bath. They float out into the icy cool bath, first setting the conditioner onto a small shelf in the rock, and begin drifting in the cool water. Small jets kick on, gently circulating the water, and the water feature for the cold pool begins to gently mix in menthols and mint into the bath, soothing the fur-type's scalp. 

As the fur type takes a break from the humidity, Attitude sits behind her monitor, her messy penthouse apartment dark and warm, the shades are drawn. The only light in the room comes from her monitor and the small neon lights on her custom TCP interface. She sets to work continuing to construct her base.

> CREATE: Neon fence, paved road, armory, clinic, Cow-rat Paddock, Barn

A fence made of curling metal and neon appears around AT's growing compound in the RUINS. She watches as a paved road forms running from the bay doors of the warehouse, the cracked pavement running out through a gate in the newly made fence. A small armory warehouse appears nearby the main warehouse, empty weapons racks and ammo storage lining the walls. On the other side of the warehouse appears a health clinic, housed again in a warehouse. The sterile location contains everything necessary to treat any sort of TCP affliction, though not the knowledge necessary to do so. A paddock appears around a large herd of cow-rats grazing on the metal grass and flowers nearby, the same neon fencing springing up and linking to the main compound. A few of the graffiti golems begin patrolling the entire compound, a number of them even taking to herding the cow rats into the large bright yellow barn that appeared attacked to the paddock.

> CREATE: Rail station

The pockmarked road continues paving itself, tearing through ruins, rolling all the way out to where the tracks end at the rough beginning of the ruins. The road finishes forming as a small rusted train station springs into being. Cracked neon bulbs in the shape of a train spark pitifully as the whole of the building comes into being. The train station's decay is plain; the gift shop's products strewn about, a puddle of melted slurpy on the tile, and a mascot costume resembling a clay pot, like those dotted around the ruins in various states of disrepair, lays soaking up the blue puddle. 

As all these things pop into existence. Monty emerges from the bath, their thick fur weighing them down. Small fans in the ceiling kick on as the TCP nears the towels, warming the room gently to dry out the thick fur. Monty begins toweling off. 

> GIVE: Neon checkered Tripp Pants, crop top > Monty

An outfit appears before Monty and the TCP gently slides themself into the thin material once fully dried. The tripp pants have mesh at the knees and are light and breathable for the thickly furred TCP. The crop top is less a crop top and more a small top with one sleeve. Offering plenty of breathing to the TCPs thick fur. Monty emerges from the bathroom and gives AT a thumbs up, approving the outfit. AT immediately sets about stocking the TCPs room with more neon clothing. Monty looks on the warehouse from its place on one of the loft layers. There are a total of 5 loft layers, Monty's being the lowest. The TCP sees the new dancefloor and spotlights hanging above the entire warehouse. The cat even spots the large party bus, parked inside the small garage portion of the warehouse. Monty seems to smile.

> SAY: Ya like it? It's all yours for now, eventually, yr gonna have like friends and shit but for now it's just me and you.

Monty looks up, processing, and huffs a bit gesturing to their face.

> SAY: What's wrong? Want to talk back? I did teach you how to talk right? Or- Oh I get it.

> GIVE: Communication Tablet

A large flat tablet appears in Monty's hands. The TCP looks over it a moment and then perks up, stimming with their arms.

> SAY: Better?

The TCP takes a moment to fidget with the tablet, and the device issues out a "yes". Monty cradles the device a bit.

(From this point on any communication from Monty is to be assumed to have been done with the communication tablet.)