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

[donotlick]

[ Hank is here for the free food and also because a weird part of him can't stop wanting to make sure all the kids are doing ok. Don't tell anyone about the last part, though. ]

Yeah, guess it beats having to do the math and adjusting, huh? Seventeen ain't a bad year.

[donotlick]

[ Hank nods. He isn't going to disagree on the Vivienne department, they're on the same page here. ]

We can ask her AIs though, right? Eve's a little freaky, but maybe that Lucien kid knows a thing or two. [ He pauses. ] Plus, I mean. Vivienne claims to love all the students. Hopefully if we say it's for everybody, she won't play keepaway with the tech.

[preconstruction]

[ connor looks uncomfortable. ]

I'd rather someone else did that.

[supportrole]

I just think it might make you more susceptible to that stuff. And if you're the one who's supposed to be keeping track of all the threats that just means you'd be the one they'd want to focus on taking out.

[ KIND OF LIKE IF YOU WERE THE SOLE ADMINISTRATOR OF A REALLY IMPORTANT WEBSITE!!!! This is exactly why the gun came in!! ]

And you're the last person here I'd want to risk losing, so.

[ Yeah. ]

If you still really want to do it, maybe we can like... get your options in writing or something? Or get Connor-san to explain them better.

[donotlick]

Yeah, that's fair.

[ Hank pats his shoulder. ]

It's all good, Connor. You can figure it out. You're way more advanced than these kids anyway.

[preconstruction]

I'm starting to think that isn't necessarily the case.

[donotlick]

You think so? How come?

[throwabookatit]

O- okay. Well...

[ She takes his hand, looking away slightly.

The memory is a strong one, that's for sure. From the eyes of a child, in a school hallway. Three girls in school uniform stand berating her, telling her to stop hanging out with someone. Ash. A crowd's formed. It seems this is a big confrontation?

"Listen here, Gales. Nobody here likes you. So do us all a favor and just disappear. I don't want to see you going near Ash and talking to him again, got it?"

With the memory comes a strong feeling of fear but also...defiance. When a small voice says "no", it's clearly a big moment. Even more of one, when she keeps on going, insisting she's not going to abandon anyone because the other girls told her to.

Whispering, hissing from all around. Childish gossip, kids counting her out. Murmuring teacher's pet. The lead girl of the trio, stepping forward with a raised hand to slap the defiant girl speaking, and...

And a hand intercepting it. An angry boy, with dark hair and a jacket that's definitely not school regulation. He stands in front of her, arms out defensively. To the whole crowd, he declares:

"Rebecca's my friend. Anyone who wants to hurt her would have to answer to me. As long as I'm here, I'll protect Rebecca."

The crowd of shocked students starts to dissipate, and more than anything, an intense, child-like admiration overwhelms the connection. Like...at the moment, there's nothing but stars in her eyes, concerning the one who defended her.

...Outside the memory, Rebecca's looking away, face flushed a strong red. He asked for a memory, and, well. Why not give one to explain a few things. ]

[supportrole]

Yeah, me too.

[ hahaha if only he were this thorough and sane about his own personal choices ]

Could you maybe... give us a list of the options he's asking about, and what potential effects they could each have, positive and negative?

I know you could probably just transfer that to me now, but I'd kind of like to have it on paper.

[donotlick]

[ Oh no that's so cute......... Hank smiles the whole way through, experiencing the memory as Rebecca remembers it, feeling every bit of that admiration and strength that she'd had and felt.

Well, Hank said he wouldn't laugh, so he won't. But he can't exactly hold back his smile. ]

You must've been one hell of a cute kid.

[preconstruction]

They're much older than me.

ota but also fuck u mitarai

[devotingly]

[ waver doesn’t really take the time to look at his surroundings or understand the situation. no, no, he doesn’t do any of that.

instead, he storms out of his room, yelling loudly. ]

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?! [ and if he sees anyone, he’ll run to anyone, looking very pissed off. ] HAVE YOU SEEN MITARAI ANYWHERE?

[ but he’ll eventually calm down and... actually feel depressed over the situation. so he can be found at the starbucks, staring blankly at a cup of coffee. ]

at starbucks what a good.... reunion....spot

[preconstruction]

Hello Waver.

[ hello waver its me connor the android from cyberlife. ]

[supportrole]

I'm not sure about that, but it's off to a better start this time than it was the first time, at least.

[ Despite being dead this time. ]

The cake's pretty good, right? Apparently you can actually just use a can of soda in place of the eggs and stuff.

in da halls

[12d3]

[2-D was just out doing what 2-Ds do when all of a sudden he hears footsteps behind him, and he turns around just in time to have Waver yelling in his face about Mitarai, which in turn freaks him out so badly that he's yelling in reply.]

N-NO I HAVEN'T WHY ARE YOU LOOKING FOR MITARAI?!

[It hasn't even clicked that Waver is here. With the dead people. Because he died.]

[throwabookatit]

It's so much easier to know all of you are still here, in some capacity. Still... Still yourselves.

[throwabookatit]

[ Nooo... Nooooo... Still blushing and looking away. ]

Connor actually...received a picture of me, from around those days. You could ask him. This was... Well, it was the first time I really stood up for myself. And the first time I could say I had a friend.

[devotingly]

Hey.

[ he raises the cup to take a sip, sighing. ]

Sorry, I couldn’t make it out alive.

here we fucking go

[throwabookatit]

[ Another day trying to get used to life in a simulation, being an AI. Recover from a fuckton of trauma. Another normal day. Why, look, there's Waver, yelling as he usual--

Wait. ]

Wh- what?! [ Rebecca goes to grab his arm, to keep him still. ] Wav- Waver what are y- what happened, oh my- hold still for a second, I haven't!

[ does that mean that little bitch killed her boy, oh my god ]

[devotingly]

Why the bloody hell are you yelling at ME?!

[ no. it’s not mitarai— it’s 2d. waver takes a deep breath, trying to keep himself calm; the tension is very visible. ]

I want to talk to him ‘cause he’s the one that killed me. Now, do you know where he is or not?!

[12d3]

[The musician flinches at the.. the more yelling, but he soon settles a little bit when Waver tries to calm himself down. And he gives his head a shake.]

N-not yet, sorry.

[....wait]

...oh Christ, he killed you! Are you okay?

[devotingly]

Then get out of the way, Gale—!

[ gales. waver stops, eyes wide as he recognizes rebecca. ]

Gales... you’re here.

[devotingly]

No, arsehole, I’m dead.

[ wait— he’s dead. ]

Wait, why the hell am I still here, then?

[12d3]

Uhhh....

[Oh fuck why does 2-D of all people have to be the one to explain the simulation thing.]

Remember when you guys used the Ouija board and stuff to talk to us? 'Cos you actually, like, talked to us. And um.. well. Miss Vivienne made a simu..la..tron... er.. of the school, and she managed to save our memories and junk and make us into codes.

[yeah that makes sense]

Basically, we're robots now. I don't really like it.

[supportrole]

[ l o o k ]

Nice!

[ He'll slow down a little so he can get in on this potential whipped cream action if they have it. ]

So did you find a recipe somewhere or did you just figure out how to make these yourself?