High Class Android

Isola Radiale Affiliated OC

[notyourpocket]

Located on a lawn haphazardly decorated with fake spiderwebs and hopefully fake (they’re not) skeletal remains, a six foot dog/wolfman waits over a a shrouded pedestal with his tail wagging in eager anticipation.

“Are none brave enough to try their luck with mein Gruselschüssel?“ It’s really just a birdbath with a bowl on top and a black sheet over that, but–

Seems he’s set up a sort of blind-box style candy bowl for random treat pulling, filled to the brim with novelties like candy blood bags, gummy organs, chocolate bandages, and marshmallow eyes! Who’s gonna be the lucky one to find the life-size heart, brain, or skull?

[futureofmosiak]

“I’ll try it!” 

Brave? No, not particularly. It wasn’t bravery when someone didn’t realize that they should be afraid to begin with.

“Oh! Before I forget, trick or treat!” And into the blind box she reached.

[futureofmosiak]

GHOULISHLY GOOD GHOST HUNTING

( @underteika )

“Oh, it’s you again!”

Bonnie hadn’t been expecting to bump into a familiar face on her way towards the ghost hunt. She still had yet to find a comfortable job in the city, hopping from job to job between her contact forming, and the Dust offered for proof of ghosts sounded like a tempting promise. With her a Grim Reaper, it ought to be easy cash.

However, she had yet to reach the haunted cabin before running into the one who had helped her with the hair dye months ago.

“Are you here for the Ghost Hunt, too?”

[futureofmosiak]

Maskerade: Grim Reaper

Bonnie may have gotten herself curious about just how powerful the candies could be and went with a costume she personally considered overpowered. What’s more is that a grim reaper wouldn’t be a foreign, completely organic being to transform into.

Naturally, the powers aren’t as extreme as she thought they may be. The temperature drops a few degrees with her around, anything she touches gets a smattering of frost on the surface level, and (with mun permission) she can tell if someone has died before (not how nor how many times). Still, it’s a comfortable and concealing cloak, so she’s happy to keep it on for the duration of the event.

(Picrew used can be found here)

[futureofmosiak]

etherfueled​:

Cayden rolled his eyes, and rubbed at his aching wounds. Yeah, that was gonna bruise pretty badly. Frankly, he was pretty lucky they hadn’t pressed charges or anything like that. He still wasn’t too sure how the laws in this place worked, but he was betting they could’ve. He really didn’t want to get arrested.

“Just thought one of their slot machines could use some adjustments,” he explained. He didn’t want to say things outright. “Lever wasn’t working right.” In other words, it wasn’t giving him the odds he wanted. “Wasn’t like I was digging around in the bits where they store the goods or anything.”

“I cannot believe they would kick you out for that. Honestly, it seems as if they ought to be paying you for that kind of assistance.”

Seeing the man rubbing at his shoulder, Bonnie gestured for him to follow her. She didn’t have the magic powers some of the people here seemed to possess, but she did have knowledge that could possibly provide assistance.

“Come on; there’s a small bistro not far from here who will give us ice for that.”

[futureofmosiak]

@aid-lombard ♡’ed

“Oh, sorry!” Bonnie hadn’t expected to see someone else stepping on the elevator to some of the upper levels of Fibonacci, and as such she found herself in the way of the door for the newcomer. Naturally, she quickly made to move to the side and allow the stern looking woman on.

“What floor do you need?”

[futureofmosiak]

@darknessfoundlove ♡’ed

Bonnie really wasn’t sure what she was dealing with right now. There were some strange beings here, yes, but this looked... almost like another robot? Maybe? Or an alien? Regardless of what it was, it was a definite non-human that had just crossed her path on the street flying in a little drone. 

“Hey!” she called out, hoping to catch their attention. “I’m terribly sorry, but I have to know, what are you?”

[futureofmosiak]

underteika​:

Oh no, she’s cute. Time to look at the floor instead.

“Thanks. It just–it um. It’s uh… It’s kinda just like that, you know?” (”What am I saying. Focus.”) “The… uh. Dye. This one. Um.”

Back to the shelf they went, thumbing through certain jars of color rather than the boxes. Their hands picked up a small container off the top shelf, and offered it in her direction.

“……Oh. That’s silver. Um.” (”Hang on…”)

It was exchanged hastily for the color most matching her own.

“There. That one.”

“I’ll trust you on this.” Bonnie accepted the jar from them happily. Only, there was one problem; the jar was definitely one of the more expensive dyes there. She had come here with meagre funds offered to her; it wasn’t exactly a cost she could easily justify for her cover.

Only, she had noticed a sign, one that would help her immensely when paired with her flustered company.

“You’re here buying for yourself as well, right? There’s a buy one get one 50% off sale; would you terribly mind pooling together to get the discount? I could, of course, transfer you the money back immediately, but otherwise I think it’s just slightly out of my budget.”

[futureofmosiak]

(Attempting to actually use my robo daughter now that my health has settled some. Uncapped rp ad for anyone interested in having a wayward OC politely bother them)

[futureofmosiak]

underteika​:

Before, Anda could usually get away with going a while between dyes. Brown roots were easier to hide in dark color hair. And while miraculously the texture of their hair stayed soft (perhaps due to a side effect of always consuming energy from misery) regardless, now they had to cover up more often.

Since the incident at the beginning of the year, their had continued to grow in white, perhaps as a response to too much misery at one time. So here they were, buying their favorite brand.

…A hard thing to do when a pretty woman comes up to ask a question.

“Oh. Um…” … “F-or me? Um. This one, now. Are you, looking for one for you?”

Oh, that was cute. It was not the first time Bonnie had seen someone flustered by her, and it wouldn’t be the last. She wasn’t one to complain about an excuse to make it harder for people to remember details in their stumbling state.

She giggled at the minced words, nodding to answer the question. “I just got here recently, and it seems this place doesn’t carry my normal stuff? I don’t want to risk it with something random, and your hair looks just perfect, so...”

[futureofmosiak]

etherfueled​:

Cayden clutched at his shoulder. He’d landed pretty hard. He’d taken harder knocks before, sure, but that didn’t mean they stopped hurting.

“Yeah. Ow. Shit. Fine.” He staggered to his feet. Curse his rather remarkable appearance. They definitely wouldn’t let him back in there any time soon.

“Those people’ve got no chill. Wasn’t like I was counting cards or anything.” Just  messing with the mechanics of the slot  machines. Surly that wasn’t too bad, right? He was going to put it back to normal when he was done! Shit. His kit was all over the place. He picked up the box and shoved it back into one of his many pockets.

“I mean, it’s kind of hard to count cards using a toolkit?” she agreed, crouching down to pick up a spare screwdriver near her feet. “Unless you’re, like, building a machine to do it for you, and I would suggest doing that at home first.”

Sure, she was probably going to be banned herself from the casino for assisting him now, but was there any point in going in anyways? It looked likely she had found a contact, which had been the entire point of this venture. Question was if he was worth the sacrifice or if he was a two-bit Bonnie could feel no confidence in recommending to others.

“So what were you doing? Trying to get into the safe wouldn’t have just gotten you thrown out, I don’t think.”

[heartgriefed]

@futureofmosiak​ gets an event starter!

Alright. If he was going to be on an island, it might as well be the one with the luxury goods. And there were, certainly! The criminal had nestled himself in one of the larger galleons in the full get-up. The hat, the saber, this old coat he found hanging up. Pearls and jeweled rings and golden earrings… and rum! The good stuff, too.

So when there was a knock at the door to the captain’s quarters (which he claimed for himself, naturally) his head appeared in the crack of the door.

“Yarr, what be the bloomin’ passward?”

…It was terrible accent, but at least he looked like he was having fun with the whole thing, no?

[futureofmosiak]

“... shiver me timbers?” Bonnie guessed on a limb. She hadn’t exactly been aware that she would need a password, or even that anyone else would be here. This had simply been the best looking shelter to rest for the night and recharge her power banks for a bit.

Pity, really, that the ‘Stars’ hadn’t announced that nothing here could be brought back until after she had accepted the invitation. She certainly wouldn’t have agreed otherwise!

If nothing else, at least now was as good a time as any to find likeminded persons to add to her network. 

[futureofmosiak]

( @underteika )

“Excuse me, pardon? I don’t mean to intrude, but which of these do you use?”

A large wall of hair dyes stood before Bonnie, far more choices than she was used to, and yet her ‘favourite brand’ was missing. Blue hair was far from a natural colour, and people would likely question hers if she didn’t have a solid brand known for vibrant colours at the ready for her cover story.

Granted, more people in this city seemed to have strange hair colours than she was used to, but it was still a risk she would rather not take. Best to ask the person by her with the vibrant purple hair to rival her own bold colouring.

[futureofmosiak]

( @etherfueled )

Casinos were a terrible place to make money, but a brilliant place to make contacts. Why put herself at risk counting cards when she could just bubble along between tables and try and keep her balance just at even so she could instead keep an eye out for those already gaming the system? Those were the people she wanted in her network, the ones able to slip in for an inside job.

Only, Bonnie hadn’t even stepped into the building before she came across something of interest. A man being roughly thrown out from the building? There had to be something going on there.

“You quite okay there?”

[futureofmosiak]

It had been several long days since Bonnie had found herself suddenly in this strange city. Naturally, her first thoughts were mostly her fretting over her memory having glitched so terribly, but there had been a taxi waiting for her (likely arranged by the others) and it would have been rude to keep them waiting to ask anyone what had happened or where she was.

Wherever it was, nobody here seemed to know her. She had even crossed paths with a police officer the other day and hadn’t gotten a second glance! But the trade off was that all her own contacts had vanished; her new phone contained hundreds of numbers but not a single name she recognized.

What did one do with this kind of unfamiliar unfettered freedom? Bonnie wasn’t sure whether to first try and see if the others were truly here, or if she ought to build up her web of contacts, or if she was supposed to just lay low. What was a machine without someone to give her directives?

So, that’s what she would do. Find someone to point her the right way. Bonnie stepped outside the safety of ‘her’ apartment, seeking someone that didn’t look too terribly preoccupied or busy.

“Excuse me, pardon a moment?”

[futureofmosiak]

Bonnie Berkshire (OC)

✾ Android darling with some serious damage hiding under her clothes. ✾ Ever get falsely accused of a crime so you accidentally fall into a crime ring? ✾ Ran a swanky five star hotel unwittingly used as a front for said criminals. ✾ Well used to faboulously wealthy clientele who get whatever they want. Need directions to the nearest tourist attraction or the local hitman? Bonnie’s got them both. ✾ Always the accomplice, never the master planner. ✾ Decidedly not built for combat. Scaring people off before they can become a threat seems to her to be a much better tactic. ✾ Direly wanting her network of contacts back.

[isolaradiale]

App'ing in my OC, Bonnie Berkshire! Her app can be found on the third star or under /app, and my OOC contact is @verfiest over on twitter

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Bonnie!

You’ll be staying in APARTMENT 338!

You’ll be given a wooden knife!

Enjoy your stay!

– ⋆ betelgeuse.

[futureofmosiak]

Commission by luna_yumizuki