Rin apparently needs a little more assistance than usual, although she's making do with a high trolley to rest her front lack-of-hooves on and roll around with.

Wait, lack of hooves?

Yeah, apparently she's a pony too. It's pretty convenient, actually: she just tilts her head down and noms on a carrot as she goes about her business. Apparently Cambot thinks this is worthy of a broadcast panning shot and some theme music.

She turns to the camera, finishes crunching up her carrot, and smiles. "I had a craving," she said. "So, what do your marks mean? Mine is apparently a drop of cloudy blue paint."

Cambot pans and zooms: she brings her flank into position to make the blue paint blotch with clouds more visible.

Rin and Rin's shadow double are somewhere in an arena on the observation deck. Rin's shadow appears to be screaming something at her, rapid fire, no pauses for breath or coherence.

Rin's response? "You talk too much. Learn to let go."

Rin lunges forward, raising her knee to the Shadow's sternum, knocking her back and skidding.

It snarls and lunges at her.

There's a cheap 'glass breaking' transition, and then, a little light music.

[Goddamn it, Cambot, why did it have to be this goddamn song you started playing? It makes Rin, in her room, collapsed in a heap with her head tucked in look quite the tragic figure.]

Cambot, go away.

[Cambot zooms out, but stays.]

Wait.

[Make up your mind, Rin. Still, it pans back to the side. Hey, there's a canvas there! That's... been ripped to shreds. Oh dear.]

What she said. It's not true. It isn't. Can't be. Don't want to believe it.

[She looks up. She's been crying, just to state the obvious.]

Does everyone here have one of her?

Cambot pans across a stack of books, photos and paintings, strangely familiar music playing. Of course, the effect is ruined juuuuust a little bit by the fact that they're photographs of people on the SOL, or of Rin's friends at Yamaku Academy, but still.

It finally ends up focusing on Rin, sitting in a large, plush chair, smoking a pipe - huh, is there actually tobacco in there? - with a bottle of wine on her right. And to her left?

To her left is a canvas, covered in an obscuring layer of velvet.

"Hello everyone. I apologize for being away so long." A pause, as she adjusts a pair of very fake lensless glasses, pushing them up the bridge of her nose with her big toe, then back to neutral. "I was simply busy. With work. Art. Expression. And I had been inspired, lately. By a project. That you riffed. Here."

She smiles.

"Normally I do not like to name my pictures. They speak for themselves. When the speak. Some sign. Some say nothing." She puffs out a smoke ring, getting back on track after one of her frequent tangents. "This, however, I have named. It is called, 'Resident of Modelland.'"

She takes a cord and tugs, revealing...

Well, it's certainly got two different colors of eyes and every single hairstyle known to man at the same time.

The fact that it looks just like her normal style of painting is the really disturbing part.

Cambot focuses in on a young woman that's... staring straight back at Cambot. She could probably win a staring contest with him, for that matter.

She holds a fork in her foot - yes, foot - and jabs it for emphasis. "I ordered curry," she says.

She points at the plate of Japanese style curry... with a side order of wriggling earthworms. "Not the vermicelli."

She sighs. "Also, giant pink elephants are customary, not giant pink ponies, but I don't drink and am therefore curious as to why there would be either."

The girl shrugs, her tied-off sleeves flapping loosely. "Today has not been the best day."