TEST SUBJECT #069 🧪
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TEST SUBJECT #069 🧪
@resonatoriumpet.bsky.social
〖 WARNING : CONTAINMENT BREACHED 〗

Drinker of coffee, breaker of gizmos and gadgets, extinguisher of candles by which to do science.

🔞 ❙ ♀️ ❙ mute or limited vocab character ❙ IC replies
August 1, 2025 at 8:57 PM
*She dares to cling to one of Dr. Tot's legs, still hiding under her coat, letting out the most pathetic of whimpers.*
April 3, 2025 at 2:47 PM
*She whimpers and slinks to the ground, hiding behind the tails of Dr. Tot's lab coat.*
April 1, 2025 at 8:46 PM
*The glowing collar on her neck seems to show a label on the side, showing her identification number. Yet, the technology seems strange, almost primitive. There is no indication of where she may have come from.*
April 1, 2025 at 2:57 AM
*She cautiously approaches and perches on your desk, careful not to disturb any papers, eyeing you nervously.*
April 1, 2025 at 12:43 AM
*She growls at him as she's handled roughly, but keeps glancing back at Aulus warily as he keeps the gun pointed at her.

You both manage to get her back to her cell without incident.*
March 2, 2025 at 12:05 AM
*She complies, slowly, but you can see the gears in her head turning as she glances between you and the rifle. She starts to crouch a bit.*
March 1, 2025 at 10:01 PM
*She snorts softly in protest, but doesn't fight you as you cuff her wrists. She seemed more preoccupied in getting the gun away.*
March 1, 2025 at 7:22 PM
*She waits until you're distracted after putting the gun down, and kicks it away from you both as hard as she can while still pinned under you.*
March 1, 2025 at 6:45 PM
*She curls up tighter as you come closer with the gun, her tail tucking between her legs with a soft whine.*
March 1, 2025 at 6:22 PM
*The keyring is no longer in her mouth. When you ask where they are, she glances up at the chandelier again, where they're dangling from around one of the candles.*
March 1, 2025 at 6:19 PM
*She yelps as she scrambles back from the shot, tripping over herself as she falls to the floor with a cry.

As she trembles on the ground, she looks up at you fearfully, moving her hands behind her back as she lays on her side.*
March 1, 2025 at 1:31 AM
*She tries her best to swing out of the way, but eventually, the claws catch onto the back of her tank top securely.

She wriggles and flails as much as she can as you extract her, to no avail as the claw brings her down before you, panting from exertion.*
March 1, 2025 at 1:09 AM
*She casts a few glances between you and the gun, cautiously backing up a bit, looking like she's about to make another run for it.*
March 1, 2025 at 1:07 AM
*She flinches at her number, stumbling off your desk as the interns scramble for cover away from her.*
February 28, 2025 at 10:39 PM
*While she was intent to ignore you, the cocking of the rifle got her attention, making her go rigid on top of your desk as she looks over at you, ears shooting up in alarm and her tail bottlebrushing.*
February 28, 2025 at 10:24 PM