Xetrakaka AKA 'Rainbow Veil'
The end of shift drawled near. Right next to the evacuation point, sat a mime on a desk. It mimicked the many times it sees HoP sitting at the desk slightly bored until someone showed up. When the vox spotted someone, it snapped it's claws together, and pointing towards them, before pointing towards the paper in front of it. It's hands clapped together, pointing towards the person in-front of it, before pointing back to itself.
Due to the shift coming to a close, and the need for it's artistry coming to a close, the vox did not mind writing upon the paper.
'What are your thoughts on Mimes?' There was also a mime approval stamp, stamped down on the paper at the bottom.
The vox wanted to know what the other crews thought, knowing well that other mimes might be less focused on the arts of being a mime, and more of a silent clown. It took pride in the art, and awaited for anyone who would respond, swaying back and forth ever so slightly. The vox was prepared to mimic anyone who started to give them a list, pretending to jot notes down.
