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@powertook
Yes, that’s a gun in my pants. No, I’m not happy to see you.
i have been having. a Weird fucking time
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“ Let me buy you dinner. “
do you ever stretch and just MAKE THE LOUDEST SEXUAL NOISE EVER
hearing “I’m proud of you” from the right people is so comforting and motivating.
You’re only seeing what’s in front of you, you’re not seeing what’s above you.
You and I both know I’m crazy. Not the cute kind either.
# 5-9-20.dat # may.fifth.2020/fsoc
Eventually you’ve gotta give up, right? Then what? That thing you were searching for, what becomes of it? How could you ever know?
tyrobot nonsense
@inkedsin gets some attention from tyrell
“ I’m hoping this is a social call, John. I haven’t seen you in a while. “
And he didn’t need any legal problems right now, even with his faith in Johns ability to deal with it, just the idea of adding something on to the top of his plans and situation was already exhausting.
“ If it’s social I can pour us both a drink? Might do that if it’s on the books too, actually. “
@soulstied asked for a starter !
It was sort of a pet project, which felt horrible to think despite how accurate a thought it was. A pet project that included going to different precincts and lost and found and looking for abandoned or forgotten androids that had been left behind. Deviant or not, though, he did find himself hoping that there would be more deviant androids than other, because he wasn’t entirely certain he knew how to fully help them deviate yet. It’s an easy project at first, finding a few components for older models in the Cyberlife warehouses and getting them up and running again, working through a few 3rd party altered androids problems to try and bring them back to a more reliable and functioning state before reactivating them.
It’s in the police evidence lockers that he finds more problems then he’d anticipated, androids without critical components, badly mistreated or maladapted models.
The precincts are also where he happens to find the PC200.
He wasn’t damaged any worse than some of the other he’d come across, but he’d always had a soft spot for the model so he found himself taking extra care with it, with him. A quick scan of the model reveals a name, Allen, and a somewhat relieving damage report telling him there was a lot of repair required.
Like every other android before Allen he brings him first to Cyberlife before going through the motions to repair the damaged wiring and casing, carefully running his fingers over where the damage had been a couple of times to make sure that the repair itself was up to his standards.
By now this little project had amassed a bit of a team, but he still enjoyed working on it himself as often as he could.
With the repair done he’s careful to put a new PC200 uniform top back onto the android before beginning with the reactivation, leaning against the table opposite the one he’d sat Allen up on. It’s an afterthought to pull off the rubber gloves he’d been wearing during the repair, dropping them behind the table he was leaning on so that they wouldn’t be one of the first things Allen saw when he ‘woke’ up.
“ Can you hear me? Your audio processing should be working just fine. “
how pure is your muse ?
Tyrell Wellick is too pure for this world
“I just wanna know you’re on my side.”
@mright wanted tyrell for some reason
“ I don’t think I’ve heard someone say that since I came here. “
Old slang, odd slang. Rather befitting of the very strange man in front of him, the somewhat languid way he moves is odd too and Tyrell finds himself finding this strange man interesting despite having only been around him for a few moments. That could be dangerous, given his track record for interesting people that immediately caught his eye.
“ Do you usually talk like that? “
@mrf34r wanted tyrell wink wonk
He’s moving slowly, placing his hands on Elliots shoulders first, one at a time waiting to see if the smaller man shrugs him off, winces, moves away, or responds in any sort of way. He waits to see if his touch was accepted before he steps one step closer and just pulls Elliot into his chest in a rather light hug despite how much he tighter he wants to hold him, gently resting his chin atop the other mans hair.
He hopes that this can last for a little while longer. And while he knows it’s not very likely, he finds himself hoping that the gesture will be returned too.