R1 DEADLAND

[lockdownmods]

[it’s strange, for the people who were already dead, the shift in scenery is sudden and complete. For those who have just arrived? It’s like you’re back where you left?

How strange.

But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]

LOCATIONS
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts

Comments

[preconstruction]

[ time to check on the one other non-human of the bunch ]

Hello, Viral. Are you doing alright?

[donotlick]

[ Hank groans. It's one he actually knows, so of course he can't say no. ]

....Fine. One song. And I can't do the rap.

[preconstruction]

[ he definitely gets it. it's an easy, straightforward thing to send. ]

Your badge.

[preconstruction]

[ it's definitely A Lot. but connor gets it, though it takes him a moment to say anything while he processes it. ]

It sounds like you were wrapped up in some intense things back home.

[12d3]

[The musician practically jumps up to his feet, excitedly pumping the mic into the air.]

I can do it!

[He's awful at rapping but it's fine.]

Come on-- come up on stage with me!

[preconstruction]

Right, the other AI you read about in the files. I imagine you could get some useful information out of them.

[preconstruction]

It's alright. I can explain things again. Why don't you tell me where you're having trouble?

[donotlick]

Yep, that's right.

[ Hank smiles. His badge is important to him. There's sentimental value to it too, maybe Connor can feel that. ]

It's gotten me through a lot.

[preconstruction]

You've gotten yourself through a lot.

[donotlick]

[ Hmmm yeah Hank can imagine why Maya would be a little less than thrilled about them being AI rather than ghosts. Hank's careful as he approaches her. ]

Hey, Maya. You doing alright?

[preconstruction]

[ connor makes a face ]

I don't think it works like that.

[donotlick]

Bet you never thought you'd get to share thoughts with a bunch of humans, huh?

[ Hank is here. He is a dad. He is helping. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Honestly, Rebecca doesn't understand where it's coming from, but the calm that washes over her actually makes her take a deep breath and try looking at him.

She's safe right now. That's flooding in and pushing the pain to nooks and crannies. ]

How...c-could you ever think you weren't good at this?

[supportrole]

[ lay off old man you can't read his bracket thoughts!!!!! ]

I know that!

[ does he though because that is literally why he bought the fake one he had. BUT AT LEAST IT ACTUALLY WAS A TOY, so. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Well.

He's wallflowering. She's wallflowering.

Just...kind of...edging over... ]

[donotlick]

[ I mean, he is getting to sing a song with the leader of Gorillaz. He shouldn't complain. ]

Alright, alright... but you don't say one word about this to anybody, got it? They're gonna start thinking I like doing shit like this.

[ Oooh yes, Hank, you're a big grump for sure. And yet he's still climbing onstage... funny how that works. ]

[throwabookatit]

[ Hand-holding is fantastic, 10/10 ]

It's... I never imagined witnessing something like this.

[donotlick]

Sure it does.

[ Hank plays a few notes. It's... not good. ]

Maybe piano's just not my thing.

[supportrole]

Huh? So it actually worked? What did you see?

[ was Hollyleaf's paw a part of it ]

[donotlick]

Yeah, me neither.

I mean, used to be I hated all this stuff -- androids, technology, artificial intelligence... Couldn't be farther from who I used to be if I tried.

[ Hank shrugs. ]

It ain't a bad change, I guess.

[12d3]

Well um...

[2-D looks a little bit embarrassed, honestly. And he picks up his notebook to look at his notes.]

I guess... the part where we share data through hand holding?

[so. all of it.]

It sounds really strange, don't it?

[preconstruction]

Hmm...

[ connor closes his eyes, trying to focus. then he touches the keys, unsure at first. just random notes. but then he starts to play something - something he's deciding on his own. it's not classic, this time, but more like the jazz hank likes so much. a little sad, a little hopeful. something his own. ]

[recodified]

[ She wishes she were outside, that her claws could sink into the ground, because boy they are sure out right now. ]

Those...fox-hearted... How dare they? Your own family.

[12d3]

My lips are sealed.

[hes telling everyone]

Though I dunno why it's a problem if people think you like performing on stage. It's quite fun!

[preconstruction]

[ unfortunately no too bad about the paw ]

It was a calling card.