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]

Ah.

[ Oops. ]

Well, yeah, there's some instruments in there.

[ Hank smiles. Getting to hear Connor play is more than he'd imagined, actually. ]

I can kinda play the guitar, but that's it.

[preconstruction]

[ that gets connor smiling, too. ]

Are you going to play for me?

[donotlick]

[ Hank snorts. He'd totally been planning on playing for Connor, how was he supposed to know a police model would know how to play any instruments? ]

I might. If you can convince me.

[preconstruction]

I thought the whole point was so I could listen and relax.

[ how he's going to relax to death metal is anyones guess tho ]

[donotlick]

[ Fuck. Caught in the lie. Hank balks. At least they're almost there now. ]

Well, shit. Don't call me out, alright? All I know is a few chords.

[preconstruction]

I'd like to hear them all the same.

[donotlick]

[ Hank blushes. Whatever, they're here now, and Hank will go ahead and grab a guitar. ]

Alright, grab a chair and let's see...

[ Hank also pulls up a chair and sits down. Shit, all he knows are cheesy love songs that he learned in college to impress his dates. ]

Do you know any Beatles songs?

[preconstruction]

[ connor shakes his head. ]

I might if I were at home, but my database information is somewhat irregular here.

[donotlick]

Cool. If you don't know it, then you won't be able to tell I'm shit.

[ Hank smiles, adjusting his grip on the guitar. ]

Anyway, uh... don't... you don't have to stare at me the whole time I'm doing this, but I guess I'll start.

[ He's gonna play (and sing) "Hey Jude" because of course he is. ]

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better...

[preconstruction]

[ he's going to stare at him the whole damn time. ]

[donotlick]

[ Fucking loser, omg. Of course Hank starts out a little self-conscious, but by the time he makes it to the refrain he's completely immersed in the song.

Once he makes it to the "nah nah nahs" he starts to dim it down a bit. It's a little awkward with a crowd of one, and it's not like Hank is keeping count for how many times he has to repeat that. ]

Uh, that's how it ends. You get it.

[preconstruction]

[ connor is beaming. he's so happy, listening to it. especially because hank did it for him. ]

That was really lovely, Hank.

[donotlick]

[ It almost hurts his face to smile this big, but he's also beet red, Hank can't help it. He blushes blotchy and up to his ears -- how could he not, when Connor's smiling like that? ]

Yeah, uh... thanks. It's a really easy song, so trust me, it's not real impressive.

[preconstruction]

I think it was.

[ so there ]

Do you want me to play something for you?

[donotlick]

[ O-oh, okay... That's very cute. Hank will just pretend it doesn't mean what he really thinks it means.

But maybe it could. Who knows. ]

Uh, sure. There's plenty of other instruments here, you can do whatever you want.

[preconstruction]

[ he looks around for a moment and then settles on the piano. ]

I have knowledge files for this.

[donotlick]

[ ooh, the piano. Somehow that makes sense, it seems very Dignified. Kamski would.

Hank scoots his chair up by the piano. ]

Yeah? What kind of songs do you know?

[preconstruction]

Classical pieces, mostly.

[ he takes a minute to decide and then starts to play ]

[donotlick]

[ Oh... it's so soft and gentle, the music Connor chooses. Maybe Connor didn't make it himself, maybe it's played to perfect precision, but Hank doesn't really care. It's Connor's way of playing.

Hank sits there and listens, closing his eyes and just letting Connor play. ]

[preconstruction]

[ when he finishes, he looks over at hank to see what he thinks. did he do a good job?? ]

It's one of the movements from Schumann's Waldszenen.

[donotlick]

It's fucking beautiful is what it is.

[ Hank nods. Connor's so good! I mean, he's as good as listening to a recording, but who cares? ]

How many songs do you have saved up in there? I mean, do you like this stuff, or is it just 'cause that's what they figured they should load up in there?

[preconstruction]

I have over 1,000 pieces of music.

[ because, oh. ]

It was Markus. The model that knew how to do this.

[ you know, the android that died for everyones sins? ]

[donotlick]

[ hank whistles low. It's not like Connor isn't a heavily upgraded iPod, but Hank doesn't see him that way (anymore.) ]

Oh. The leader, huh.

[ Hank nods. ]

You know, he kissed a girl on TV and everything. Kind of weird to think he was so much like you.

[ Give him a second. ]

Not in like, a bad way... I just mean. It's fucking crazy how things work out.

[preconstruction]

"So much like me"? What does that mean?

[donotlick]

Like... Just a normal guy.

[ Yes, Connor is a "normal guy" to Hank. ]

I mean, he started off same as you, thinking he didn't have emotions. Probably struggled with some of the same shit you went through.

[ Or he was a one-of-a-kind personal care android, but you know. ]