deadtention | R1 DEADLAND

I've seen what you can do, Connor.

[ The revolution. Everything here. Machines may have limits, but Connor doesn't. Hank knows that. ]

If the answer ain't "anything" then it's wrong.

[At the mention of The Beatles, 2-D's mind immediately goes to Blackbird. That execution.. the strangling feeling around his throat... he ends up clearing his throat on instinct at the image of it, and his smile looks a little awkward but it's fine this is Fine.]

I was really into the more "oldies" kinda music, too. The Human League, The Specials, The Clash... lots of bands have "the" in the name of 'em, don't they?

I don't -- I don't know what to say.

[ he's so bad with compliments. he's been so starved for them for so long. ]

[Honestly at first, 2-D almost pulls his hand back as soon as he feels the confidence Connor has given him. But... well it's. Confidence. So it quickly replaces that feeling of hesitance and anxiousness, with the feeling like he can do just about anything.

A feeling he hasn't felt in a very, very long time.

And weirdly enough it does help him understand it a little better. The idea of just being able to send data or emotions through touch is something so foreign to a human that it just sounded ridiculous and impossible but actually having it happen is a much different ballpark, and honestly part of him wanted to be able to feel this confidence forever. He felt like he could write ten new albums or punch Murdoc in his awful, horrid face or like he could walk up to Rebecca and actually talk to her. Tell her that he was sorry for what he said and did and was really hurt that she wouldn't even hear him out----- but to do any of that, he'd have to hold Connor's hand forever and he can't put that kind of pressure on him. He'll have to fight his own battles, one day.

Plus his palm would get really sweaty and gross.

So he lets go after a few moments, and stares at his own hand in awe.]

That was uh.. that was a lot different than I expected.

[the loss of connection is jarring. His only moments in the simulator have had that line and it’s weird. He pauses— but the glitching at least doesn’t start up again. Instead, he closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the touch.

This is a weird... feeling. Lacking without the connection, and yet taking comfort in the contact.

He exhales.]

Thanks, we... can chat later.

[Well, if that's how "despair" works, Yoosung would obviously be fucked - maybe that's where Mitarai was coming from, but it doesn't shed much light on it otherwise. He decides to just agree to let that go with a nod.

"The trial this week" though... man, how sad is it that this is such an inevitability. Yoosung was only alive for one case, one! He can hardly imagine how things have gotten that bad. What must it be like on the living side? Even so, he's glad there are people that everyone can depend on. He's not surprised Akira is one of them either.]

Well, I'm glad Kurusu's staying strong... Yuuki would be happy to hear that, too. Did you talk to him much?

Whoa! That's-- what is all that?

[ And why do the dates stop with his birthday when it hasn't even happened yet... is he going to double-die on his birthday like AI ghost Shakespeare???

It does say "success", though... ]

It's something Lucian found and shared with us. From back when James, the headmaster, used to work in the physics lab. It's easier to share this kind of complex data over a connection like this.

Oh, that's the stuff you guys were talking about at the meeting before? So these are dates from some year in the past, then?

[ yes, it's all very overwhelming for this baby android. so he'll change the subject]

You're a very quick learner, Lieutenant.

[ it's lieutenant because he's being a touch sassy since hank hates compliment. ]

That's right. The last entry was 15 years ago.

Don't forget it, alright.

[ he wants him to be okay, not just repress it forever. that's not going to get anyone anywhere. ]

Oh! Yeah, sure.

[ He still kind of has mixed feelings about this whole thing, even if it is pretty awesome and convenient. But if it's with Yoosung, who's pretty much seen him at his worst already, he doesn't really have any reservations at all.

He readily extends his hand with a smile. ]

[ so on friday you can find connor wandering around hanging up posters. they're "hand-drawn" but like, you know, if a printer had hands since they were made by a machine. they're wanted posters. old-west style, with WANTED printed across the top. they kind of look like han, but only if han were evil. in other words, "It might be Han, if Han had a long, thin scar running from just below his left eye, across the bridge of his nose, and over his right eyebrow. It might be Han if Han wore pressed suits, and had zero warmth in his face." Right, so you get the picture. Evil Fucking Han, as advertised. Hanthaniel. Nah. Whichever you'd like.

Underneath the picture is some other information, Reward: Deep Person Satisfaction obviously, since they have no currency and incidentally they're dead and also don't have personal belongings anymore. but also, underneath that: Talented hacker, regular asshole. Probably responsible for the seance fiasco. Commits murder via robots. Do not trust him. He's pretty obviously not Han. And underneath that, still, in a slightly smaller font: The Darkest Timeline.

Okay, so after he's done sticking those WORKS OF ART all over the simulated school, you can later find him in the garden. It's hard to care about the rules of the living when you're dead, so he's laying down in the grass and his eyes are closed. Almost like he's sleeping...? But androids don't do that, right?

Late still you might find him standing outside of the robotics lab. Just standing there. He doesn't go in but he doesn't leave either. He looks an awful lot like he's calculating something, though, if his yellow led is any indication. ]

Wow, that was like... my second birthday, then.

[ Relatively speaking; he doesn't know what year they're supposed to be in right now. Anyway, that's a relief. ]

I guess having all the data doesn't necessarily ensure that you'll understand what it means.

Thank you. I will do my best to uphold the Guild’s mission.

[ he’s taking this very seriously. ]

Unfortunately not. I don’t quite understand it, myself.

[ but he’s working on it!!! ]

But as more of us look at it, the better chance we have of figuring out what it means.

[It's not like Yoosung doesn't have any worries about this whole thing... Maya brought up a good point.... But that's what hitting Eve up for special eyes will cover. When you're in the rabbit hole to wonderland, where else is there to go but deeper? But he takes Yuuki's hand in a firm handshake, as promised.]

Cool. Let me know what you see, I want to know how much transmits!

[For the motion of the transfer, he envisions pressing his cell phone into his hand, but that's not the actual concept he's sending. Actually, he's trying to convey as much as he can about the RFA messenger - the chats, with their custom word bubbles, emoji and sound effects, as well as the main menu with the best profile screens he can recall. So that would also be pictures of his friends. He's trying to do something more complicated than a potato chip.]

[Saturday's breakfast is a bit "fancier" than it's been all of the week that Yoosung's started, because Mishima made a request and it happens to be his birthday, so of course he's going to make them coincide. So you can find him in the morning making sweet crepes in all of the suggested flavors - strawberry (which will be the best crepes for their simplicity), chestnut cream (kinda good), and sweet potato (not so good, but Yoosung tried.) He's also made some stuffed with ground beef and egg for the carnivores. Everyone gets a crepe!

Then later in the afternoon, Yoosung will nudge people towards the simulation room - which may seem extremely redundant at this point, but hey, it's still the only part of the landscape they can control directly. Outside of the actual simulation chamber, there's a plate with a deeply purple cake, and cans of grape fanta (there is a correlation.) The frosting is just vanilla with food coloring, swirled on at the ends - amateurish but still fairly cute, even if the whole concept clearly came from the craven mind of a college boy. And of course, candles. After much debate, they went with 17.

As for what's IN the simulation? Why, an RPG Quest of course. Pick a class, fight some monsters, get some treasure! The setting is a number of randomly-generated dungeons to explore in a mysterious kingdom. It's very pretty, there's lots of flowers. Yoosung likes flowers, don't judge. He worked pretty hard on this thing!]

But... There's a hacker, isn't there, he- whoever it is, they can't hack us, right...?

[ Despite it all, she feels like she can offer a smile. ]

Of course he has. This must be just like...riding a bicycle, for him.

Vivienne claims they can’t.

[ someone is salty. ]

[ The thought is appreciated, thank you. (He actually doesn't mind the smell too much, at least. It kind of reminds him of his dad.) ]

That's pretty cool, I didn't know you did visual art too.

[ Tilts his head to look............... squints. ]

Huh.

[ Really, Rebecca's no clue what to send. An object? Like what? What sort of thing...? All of the sentimental things to her are awkward, connected to...well, mostly to Ashton, but to the others too. Those who're gone, and trapped, and she fears if she thinks of something relating to them, it'll tumble out of control, and she'll find herself back in the mansion.

So... So, without meaning to, what Rebecca sends first is apprehension. Just this soft but powerful worry, of finding herself somewhere she can't fight. The feeling of the hair on her arms sticking up, of the world fogging up and her head floating away, every time the woman approached her. A fear of this oppressive hate, which she'd been swallowed whole by. ]

[2D is your dad now its fine]

Thank you, I didn't know I was good at it until just now.

[Now you've done it, with your compliments. He smiles up at Mishima, and he flips the page to an empty one.]

Do you want me to draw you?

R1 DEADLAND

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Happy Birthday to Yuuki (Mingle!!)

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