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R1 DEADLAND
[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
How strange.
But if you ever need her, you can always reach out to the guardian of this place.]
Note: locations lag a week behind the living counterparts
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Yeah, you can be my fucking agent.
[ Hank shoves Connor playfully. ]
Let's see you try, asshole.
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[ he looks down at the keys, unsure. he taps one experimentally, but ]
I don't know what to play.
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[ Hank plays another few keys... ]
It's alright if nothing comes to ya. But maybe just put your hands down and start mashing the keys till something sounds like what you like.
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I don't think it works like that.
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[ Hank plays a few notes. It's... not good. ]
Maybe piano's just not my thing.
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[ 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. ]
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Yeah, Hank likes this. He isn't going to interrupt. ]
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Do you -- was that okay?
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Yeah. That was more than okay, Connor. That was amazing.
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[ Hank sets a hand on Connor's, letting him feel how he felt, listening to it. It had been like experiencing Connor's feelings, but listening to them instead of just feeling them. He could feel the hope and the sadness, even the way it called back to the music Hank likes.
Or maybe he's just projecting, but he'd like to think otherwise. ]
I really... I liked it. I could tell it was yours.
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I see.
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You're really something, Connor.
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[ Hank smiles, proud. ]
You're just gonna keep getting better and better.
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[ 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.
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[ he's so bad with compliments. he's been so starved for them for so long. ]
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[ Hank waves a hand, bumping his shoulder against Connor's. ]
Just say thanks and fumble your way into changing the subject. That's what I always do.
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[ see what he did there :) ]
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Well, uh... thanks. Haven't really played since college, so I'm surprised I even remember that much.
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[ He shrugs. ]
Plus I kinda... I mean, people love a musician.
[ He used it to get dates..... ]
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Is that what this was about?
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[ Oh, fuck. That's not what this is!!! ]
No. No way! That isn't-- I'm not... fuck.
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