The Cosmos, The Arrivals, Book 1, Chapter 6, Robyn: Thin Maillot • Small Hole • Lost Memory, Day 1, Section 5, Robyn Challenges Babs: So Tiffany Will Make Up Robyn ¶ And comes face-to-face with Babs. And the rear end of Tiffany. ¶ Boss Babe confirms Robyn is Robyn from last Term. {I know you!} BB sits at the Kitchen table in her Black Bikini, facing the door. She heard Robyn coming, and, even absent a face, Babs recognizes the footsteps and the voice. BB heard Robyn pause before the four Dining Room Pictures and heard herself called out. She steels herself for this moment. ¶ Tiffany, facing the opposite direction and on her hands and knees, hears Robyn enter, but she continues to mop the Kitchen floor with the long red hair on her head. A Watering Can containing soapy water sits on the floor nearby. ¶ Robyn breaks to a stop. {Occupied!} Babs looks at her silently. ¶ Robyn matches Babs, who looks at her silently from the chair, with the Bikini Babe at the top of the four Dining Room Pictures. Robyn’s eyes canvas Babs’ cleavage and detail her {crescents} d’areolage. Crescents confirmed. Robyn casts her eyes downward, and although the table blocks her view, it doesn’t block Robyn from assuming that Babs’ bush flows out the top of her nombril, just like the Bikini Babe in the Dining Room. Anther conclusion: {Cosmos Pledge.} ¶ Robyn casts her eyes about. A tush presents itself to her; the body attached to it faces away from her, supporting itself on hands and knees and apparently scrubbing the floor. The buttocks and back above the gouging waistline look badly scra.tched ¶ Yard work. ¶ Robyn casts her eyes behind her and to the right of the door she entered, where she encounters a big Calendar hanging on the wall. The Calendar contains a vulgar picture of a gangbanger whose face, small tits, and tinderbox appear to be drenched in splooge. There are more erect cocks above the face in the Calendar than Robyn can count in a glance. ¶ Robyn looks back at the Pledge washing the floor, but there is no reason she should connect the Tiffany Porn Star Calendar with the floor mop, so she doesn’t. ¶ Robyn glances at Babs for an instant, but Babs doesn’t offer any introduction; BB waits for Robyn’s attention. Robyn darts her eyes back toward the washerwoman: long pants and long tail trough. Posterior rugage headed toward tailpipe. Robyn scans back to Babs’ full cleavage, then up to Babs’ deep black eyes, still silently appraising her. Babs continues to await recognition. ¶ Robyn tosses her head so her hair covers one eye and opens the conversation. ¶ “I saw your Picture and read your tag.” Robyn gestures to the Dining Room behind her. “You’re the Bikini Babe. Bra and {culotte} nombril.” She plunges forward. “I’m Robyn! I’ve arrived. I’m new to the Game. I’ve never been here before.” She gestures toward the curving stairs that lead upward. “I need to go upstairs and find the Bedroom. I’m rooming with the Monitor, you know.” ¶ {Ah, such hubris.} BB gathers her chin in her palm and furrows her brow. {Yes, Last Term you shared the Bedroom with Steph, then Monitor of the Cosmos House. You are not a newbie Pledge; you can’t fool me. So why might you pretend to be returning to Pledge? You can’t Pledge again. That’s contrary to the Rules.} Boss Babe narrows her beautifully made eyebrows. {Except here you are.} BB exchanges air with her environment. {Robyn returning has always been a possibility, ever since I saw her name on the Manifest. Now she’s for sure.} Babs folds her fingers in front of her and rests her hands on the table. {What’s going on here?} ¶ Babs has upheld Robyn’s momentum with body language. Now Babs speaks: “You don’t know me?” ¶ “Know you?” Robyn retorts. “No, I don’t know you. Should I have seen you before, except for your Picture in the next Room? Hey, keep your bazoombas and bawdy beard and belly button far out. You can see that I’m a lot more covered up than you, Bikini Babe.” Robyn tosses a thumb over her shoulder in the direction of the Dining Room. “I read your name tag.” ¶ BB touches the center of her back to ensure her own nombril shows no rugage. And all three hooks are engaged. {Very well, have it your way.} Babs knows from last Term that Robyn doesn’t necessarily remember the same things the same way twice, if she remembers them at all. {But this is more than that: Robyn should not be here. Pledge can’t Hover, and I know she is no newbie. We were both Cosmos last Term.} ¶ Babs’ eyes canvas Robyn’s torso. Strapless maillot cutout; small buttonhole, same as the end of last Term. BB studies Robyn’s eyes. {So do you really have amnesia and have forgotten you were a Pledge last Term? Or are you pretending?} ¶ Facts intrude. {After all, Robyn stands in front of me, and she appears on the Manifest. And if she has been erased or redacted, did she do it to herself, or did Gamers decide she should return to start all over again? Repeat the Term as a Pledge? “Pledge Again,” or whatever