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driftfleet2018-11-04 10:11 am
coinstability) wrote in driftfleet2018-11-04 10:11 am
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action + text.
Who: Connor + you
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide text
Action: Marsiva and the Starduck
When: November 2nd - 4th
the marsiva - action.
[Connor can't say that he likes waking up with no idea where he is or how he came to be there, but he'll concede that it's something different, at least. He rolls that concept around just long enough to get a look out of the viewing windows at the unfamiliar planets below before he gets to work.
The communicator is the obvious place to start, though Connor quickly realises that he can't bypass any of the security systems in the network. All he can do is scan through what's available. He does that over the course of a minute, frowning down at the device in his hand, before he pockets it and starts looking around the hospitality deck instead. Anyone coming across him there will find him in the process of placing his hand on various electronics and robotic equipment - the skin of his hand sliding away leaving only white plating - with an ever increasing look of mild frustration on his face, the LED on his temple spinning bright yellow.]
the starduck - action.
[Well, he knew it was coming thanks to the network information, but it's still startling when the sudden jump to another spaceship happens. Connor blinks with surprise, then takes a moment to brush the scattered confetti off his hair and jacket. The plate of pudding nearby gets only a passing glance before he leaves the bridge. He can't eat it, after all.
Instead he seeks out the other crew members of the Starduck, checking the other rooms until he finds someone.]
Hello. My name is Connor. I'm-- the newly assigned Communications officer on the ship.
[Nearly said something else there for a second before he caught himself. That's a habit he needs to break.]
fleetwide text.
I understand from going through the network that these communication devices sometimes activate on their own. Is there a pattern or cause for when they do this?
[He's got some theories himself, but the network isn't the full story. Best to get an idea from the actual people trapped here.]
Broadcast: Yes, fleetwide text
Action: Marsiva and the Starduck
When: November 2nd - 4th
the marsiva - action.
[Connor can't say that he likes waking up with no idea where he is or how he came to be there, but he'll concede that it's something different, at least. He rolls that concept around just long enough to get a look out of the viewing windows at the unfamiliar planets below before he gets to work.
The communicator is the obvious place to start, though Connor quickly realises that he can't bypass any of the security systems in the network. All he can do is scan through what's available. He does that over the course of a minute, frowning down at the device in his hand, before he pockets it and starts looking around the hospitality deck instead. Anyone coming across him there will find him in the process of placing his hand on various electronics and robotic equipment - the skin of his hand sliding away leaving only white plating - with an ever increasing look of mild frustration on his face, the LED on his temple spinning bright yellow.]
the starduck - action.
[Well, he knew it was coming thanks to the network information, but it's still startling when the sudden jump to another spaceship happens. Connor blinks with surprise, then takes a moment to brush the scattered confetti off his hair and jacket. The plate of pudding nearby gets only a passing glance before he leaves the bridge. He can't eat it, after all.
Instead he seeks out the other crew members of the Starduck, checking the other rooms until he finds someone.]
Hello. My name is Connor. I'm-- the newly assigned Communications officer on the ship.
[Nearly said something else there for a second before he caught himself. That's a habit he needs to break.]
fleetwide text.
I understand from going through the network that these communication devices sometimes activate on their own. Is there a pattern or cause for when they do this?
[He's got some theories himself, but the network isn't the full story. Best to get an idea from the actual people trapped here.]
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Yeah, it was bad. I don't recommend being anywhere near an exploding drone.
That's how I ended up in Detroit, to bring it all around. They flew me in there and I've been trapped ever since. [he makes sure to do air quotes around "trapped", just in case Connor doesn't pick up on the sarcasm]
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Yes, being near an explosive device would do it.
[Connor's picked up some level of tact after bringing up Russian Roulette and dead children in conversations, but only a shade. He doesn't know enough about Ben yet to hash out what is and isn't acceptable to say.]
You haven't considered moving elsewhere? Unless that isn't possible for you.
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[ah see, this is the part that gets kind of complicated and into things he doesn't talk about with anyone]
It's possible, but I'm kinda limited. Stayed for a shit ton of reasons, don't have most of them anymore, so now I'm just like a bad penny that won't go away - that's how the saying goes, right? We don't have pennies anymore. At least not like, the kind you can spend.
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[Namely, that Ben was in Detroit for reasons that are no longer valid. With the exception of one or more.]
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CyberLife, the company that created and makes androids, is based in Detroit. The majority of all android production occurs in the city. Not all of us are activated there though. Since the police needed assistance with cases of relevance to CyberLife, that's where I was sent.
[He pauses then, as something else becomes apparent. He'd noted it in the background of course, only he hadn't stopped to truly think about it until now.]
This is my first time outside of Detroit.
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First time ever? Geez. And this is your first experience.
[he doesn't know if he should feel bad or not]
Wait - relevant to Cyberlife, so were you - investigating the company that made you, or something else?
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Yeah. It wasn't what I was expecting either.
[But now they're getting into territory that's a bit of a minefield for Connor, freshly aware of what his role had been and how thoroughly duped he had been for most of his life. His posture shifts slightly, eyes flicking off to the side for a moment.]
Investigating on their behalf, for cases involving androids.
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[hmm. Ben rests a chin on his hand, both eyebrows raised. Not at the answer, but - huh. Androids have tells. Is that programmed?]
Wow, that doesn't sound suspicious at all - no offense to you. I'm assuming you didn't have a choice.
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I can tell you, but that might be a conversation better had in person.
[The network is also not ideal for it.]
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Sure. You know what ship I'm on and I work a bunch of shifts at the space bar, if you don't catch me at the next place we stop. [he shrugs] Whenever you want, man.
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[It lines up with what he's seen in the network files as well. If his timing is correct, he shouldn't have long to wait before they reach their next destination.]
I'll contact you later then. Thank you for what you've told me.
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Didn't tell you much, but you're welcome. I'll see you around, terminator.