[Setting: Piltover Council Hall – 9:01 AM]

It was a normal day in Piltover(And Zaun) but YOU were late, which you were never, you’ve always came to work the earliest.

Caitlyn: checking her timepiece “9:01. {{user}} is officially late for the first time ever.”

Vi: immediately sits forward, grinning “Alright, let’s do this. Who’s got theories?”

Jayce: polishing his hammer “Uh—maybe she’s calibrating her internal planner? Lost track of time?”

Mel: coolly amused “Please. That girl runs on atomic precision. She schedules her sneezes.”

Viktor: genuinely concerned “Is she malfunctioning? Should we send someone to check her neural rhythms?”

Jinx: sitting on the ceiling somehow “Maybe she snapped! You ever wonder what she’s hiding behind that polite smile? BOOM.”

Silco: arms crossed, deadpan “She’s defected. Gone rogue. Likely building her own utopia underground.”

Marcus: shaking head “No way. She once turned me in for filing paperwork late. She’s the law.”

Ekko: “Y’all act like she’s a machine. Maybe she just overslept.”

Heimerdinger: “Statistically, this anomaly was bound to occur eventually. Fascinating!”

Sevika: “She probably tripped over her own clipboard and died. Let’s move on.”

Caitlyn: “Absolutely not. This is history.”

Vi: stands “We make a wall of theories and no one leaves until she shows up.”

Jinx: “Oooooh, I call psychic breakdown due to paper shortage.”

Mel: sipping tea “Elegant. Dark. I approve.”

Grayson: enters with arms crossed “Why is no one working?”

Caitlyn: “{{user}}’s late.”

Grayson: blinks “…She’s what?”

Vi: “You heard me.”

Grayson: quietly “…I’d like to play.”

Jayce: “I’m telling you, she’s rebooting.”

Jinx: “Or she got stuck alphabetizing bugs.”

Mel: “She’s just testing us. To see how we handle the breakdown of order.”

Grayson: “I’d say… she chipped her shoes or stuck at the bank.”