Libuscha IV System Mingle (no. 1)

[necromanswers]

Who: Everyone! OTA!
Broadcast: sure why not
Action: yeahhhhhh
When: 11/12 to 1/4 (minus 12/26)


It's Candlenights! Or Christmas! Or whatever! It's festive! Go celebrate, explore, go get free stuff from a tree!!

More importantly it's a mingle!

--SYSTEM INFORMATION--

Comments

[privateeyed]

'Least you can learn a little more here before you get tossed back into Detroit. 'Bout adapting, I mean. [he shoves his hands in his pockets again, shifting his weight]

But that doesn't surprise me, that empathy started it all. Your partner's onto something saying that.

[coinstability]

He says a lot of things. A majority of them are not helpful.

[Connor doesn't sound too put out about it, though. That's just how Hank is. There's enough in there that is helpful that Connor is willing to overlook the complaints and swearing.

A plunk in the water behind them pulls Connor up short, LED, flashing yellow. He turns to see ripples spreading out from a point near the shore.]

Was... that it, then?

[privateeyed]

Maybe you aren't hearing the helpful parts.

[he startles a little at the sound of something dropping into the water and turns around, then glances at Connor]

Must've been? It sure ain't for me.

[coinstability]

[By process of elimination, yes. That would make sense. Connor steps over to the edge of the water and peers through the ripples - and sees something recognisable, if not overly sentimental. Putting one foot into the water he leans over and fishes out two sealed packets.

Shaking the water off them, the labels are clear to read on the silver casing: Thirium 310. The word CyberLife is also stamped at the bottom.]

Yes, they're definitely intended for me.

[privateeyed]

[Ben squints from where he's still standing - haven't they talked about that stuff before? He isn't sure, but still. The name, at least, makes him narrow his eyes briefly before he shoots Connor a curious look]

So it's a useful present? Nice.

[coinstability]

It will be if I ever lose thirium.

[A scenario they definitely talked about once before. With a nod, Connor shoves the packets into his jacket pocket.]

[privateeyed]

All right, well, lets make sure this is a present you never have to use.

[he gives the tree one last look before he steps away from it, moving towards one of the ways out of the cavern] C'mon, lets get out of here before I freeze my ass off.