Proverbs 16:18: Pride goeth before destruction, and an haughty spirit before a fall.
Eoin Alexander Lynch. Human. 39. Bar manager at Technologic. Certified Mess.
penned by bea for codeglitchhq
“I don’t care!” Eoin snapped, for the third time. Security had grown tired of his insistence that he be allowed further into the building so that he could go up to Diego’s office. They didn’t care for his excuses: he hasn’t replied to a message all week! Did anyone even check on him, you git, he could be dead! Of course, Eoin didn’t really believe Diego was dead, and Lew had given no indication that he should be seriously concerned, but he was worried enough to go to Cyberlife for the first time since his ill-fated interview.
Part of him was certain the security officers simply recognized him from that day, when he’d left in a huff, cheeks flushed, pulling his jacket up over his ears to conceal his absolute mortification. The other part remembered that tensions were high, especially for Cyberlife, which extended far beyond just his best friend. Whatever their reasons from barring him from entrance -- even with the threat of being arrested -- Eoin refused to budge. At last, the elder of the two officers decided to ring up to Diego personally.
“Mr. Moreno, there is a Mr. Lynch in the lobby who wishes to see you. He is rather irate, and has been informed that the proper authorities will be contacted and a security android may accompany him to a holding room until they arrive if he doesn’t leave the premises immediately. Am I correct in assuming you were not expecting a Mr. Lynch?” He questions as Eoin glared daggers at him.
“no garrett why would i want to be trapped in a room with the ghost from paranormal activity. i like living thank you. and also….” nelly trailed off when something else caugh her eye she had noticed them standing there a few minutes ago and yet they were there in the same spot as she looked back now. they were just far enough away that she wasn’t able to tell what they were doing. lost? confused? or maybe a person looking to score something. she wasn’t about to turn down a chance to make some money.
“yeah, yeah garrett. i’ll catch up with you.” she said waving off her head before stuffing her hands in her hoodie she casually wandered over towards the other person. “big uh…..building over there? i mean very tall but also sort wide too although that’s one weird color to paint that brick and UGH this isn’t working. are you trying to buy something or are you just lost?
“Buy something?” Eoin echoed, looking down at the young woman who approached him, swallowed by her hoodie, and evidently trying to get him to buy…what exactly? A quick sweep over her frame didn’t indicate anything in particular that she might be trying to offer, and yet the question had been clear as day. He shrugged his shoulders, shaking his head, “neither really, I know where I am, but I wasn’t really searching to buy anything. What exactly do you sell?” He added, curious enough now though he knew damn well he ought to just leave it at “no” and move on. He didn’t really have the money to toss at god only knew what, but he’d been in the area in hopes of running into an old friend. That endeavor had thus far failed him, so he supposed he had time to kill anyhow.
There was nothing, not one thing, in Eoin’s grocery cart that could be deemed “healthy” unless you counted coffee or the prepackaged chef’s salad that he threw in on a whim because he felt guilty for the other purchases he’d be making. It didn’t matter, he’d be hasty in his shopping, practically running around the store, and though it had been six years since he’d last had to visit a food bank to prepare even one meal, he still never felt quite right in a grocery store without having to stick to the most affordable, store brand purchases. The only thing he splurged on now that he could was the coffee.
Not that he needed more coffee.
His index finger drummed against the handle of the shopping cart, knee bouncing as he waited for an open register. Self registers had really gone out of style with android efficiency, and he rarely saw human cashiers these days. Androids were more trusted with money and didn’t waste time prattling with customers at the counter while slowly scanning each item. Still, lines were long, and New York was populated. Just as a register was about to open up though, he remembered what he came for in the first place.
“Mother fuc--Lew?” It almost sounded like fuck you, as his eyes lifted, spotting a familiar android making his way into the store. He huffed as he turned the cart, giving up his space in line ( that he’d very patiently waited six minutes for, thank you ) to go over to him, cart almost bumping into him in his haste. “Hey!” He stated a little louder, to gain his attention. After last night he didn’t think he’d see Lew anytime soon, even at work, but especially not at the grocery store. There was a tension that hung, unspoken ( and sometimes loudly blared by protestors outside the store ) in the air, and he wouldn’t see Lew hurt because emotions ran high. Already, he forgot what he came to the store in the first place for, what he had just remembered, in favor of sizing up the android, ensuring there were no marks, no spaces where Thirium might seep through. He looked...alright? Brows drawing together, he offered a rather confused smile. “”What are you doing here?”
Elliott had heard about this place before. The first time he heard about it he could barely even believed a place like this existed. A place where androids could blend perfectly into the crowd and enjoy their night without always having to look over their shoulder wondering if there’s an asshole among them, just waiting for the opportunity to ruin everyone’s night. In Technologi he felt safe and carefree, or well as carefree as he ever allowed himself to feel. He couldn’t take the chance of being recognized so he made sure he got past the security without being checked when he entered the bar and then there he was, in a safe haven.
The corner of his lips turned upwards into a smile when he glanced around the room, seeing glowing blue circles on everyone’s temple. No one in that bar was going to care whether he bled blue or red. In his amazement, Elliott accidentally bumped into someone who immediately dropped a tray full of drink they were carrying causing all eyes to focus on him. This was definitely not what he had in mind when he was trying to blend in. With quick apologies, he made his way over to the bar feeling his system overheat from the embarrassment. “ okay be brutally honest. “ He told the random stranger. “ Was it as bad as I think it was? “
The steady thrum of music and hum of conversation soothed Eoin just a little. Admittedly, he was concerned about the bar with the newest reports broadcasted. Out of sheer protective reasons, he ushered his android servers and staff ( with the exception of the security androids ) to jobs where they were less visible. Dishes, meal prep, managing the sound system, they were all necessary components to keeping the place running without risking aggressive behavior or retaliation by humans for the reports. The androids in his employment were innocent. Of that, he was certain.
Still, that meant he was fluttering about even more than normal. He’d scarcely stopped all night to so much as take a drink of water. He needed to make sure things ran as smoothly as possible, especially considering he’d already fought bad press before for the idea of androids and humans working alongside one another without guests knowing who they were being served by. He cursed under his breath when he noticed the guest bump into a tray of drinks, sending them tumbling to the ground. He grit his teeth against the sound of breaking glass, immediately stalking over in time to hear the question.
“Of course not,” he lied, smooth as could be as he offered a hesitant smile to the guest. He welcomed guests of all types -- humans, or androids, but he was more cautious that night, his eyes immediately flicking to his LED. “Are you alright?” He asked, recognizing that the question held more weight than simply if he was alright after the spilled mess.
hello!! i’m bea & i’m here with my mess of a son, eoin. he’s an irish baby with a penchant for coming in second and enough bottled up wounded pride to weaponize. i’m absolutely here for plotting & setting up some threads so go ahead and give this a heart if you’re interested!!
( colin farrell, he/him, bisexual ) registering information about eoin lynch...they are a 39 year old bar manager from kenmare, ireland. identifying as male, their profile states they are determined and prideful. i hear they would be against war with the androids. let’s hope cyberlife can fix that glitch before one happens. ( bea, 24, she/her, est )
okay so, i have a bio for him that you can read here but here are a few of the very basic thoughts I have for him & then i have some wanted connections
he grew up in kenmare, ireland & caused all sorts of hell by taking things apart at his family’s shop ( looking at that antique cash register that still doesn’t let you push the number 4 ) and fell in love with how technology could support those around him when his younger brother received a cochlear implant.
after struggling through school ( and a rigorous application process ) he was placed on the waitlist for MIT, but finally gained acceptance at the end of summer just days before freshmen were due to arrive on campus. a hastily rushed visa, and borrowed money for the commitment deposit & he was off.
in college, he met his bff diego and fell in love with robotics + made one too many jokes about opening up a bar where androids & humans could work together, called Technologic.
after college, eoin struggled to find work that met his pay grade, he settled for part time jobs as an IT guy, call center operator, etc. as bills piled up and bitterness toward his classmates ( and best friend ) at their success grew.
finally, diego came to him with a proposal to turn Technologic into a reality & after some coaxing, the bar was opened
some possible connection ideas:
some former coworkers/people who knew him when he was struggling to make ends meet, maybe even someone who turned him down for a job ( instead hiring an android )
employees/people who frequent technologic & who he’s gotten close to ( android or human )
people who dislike technologic / think it’s dangerous to have androids & humans working together, OR someone who lost their job at technologic to an android :))
neighbors/friends from around the city
a rival in the business or someone who would pose as a threat to the business from a financial rather than a social standpoint
someone who maybe liked technologic as a concept before the most recent deviancy reports but now thinks it’s dangerous / on the nose given the socioeconomic nonsense
possibly someone he tried to be close to / went on a date with and it went horribly wrong bc he was absolutely not in the right place for that before his break with technologic
or anything else!! i’m pretty open with possible connections, lets work something out
