#* v. main.

[flxmekeepr]

" hey, " a hand lifted lazily to drag through her sweaty hair as she wandered into the control room; nudging it back towards her hair tie. it wouldn't last long but it would do for now. she desperately needed a shower and a fucking nap but the generator was giving her issues again. the poor thing was struggling more and more each day. " do you think you could make me another part ? doesn't have to be right this second. just . . . soon, if possible. she's having a rough time this week. " / @crisisbabe for lex !

[lovesized]

* @houseplantslost / starter call !

          “ oh, uh . . . hey. ” hand falls back to his side from where it’d been raised in preparation to knock -- again. jesse isn’t opening his door, but his neighbor has opened hers, and now badger’s feeling a little bad about the noise he’d been making -- apparently enough to draw her outside. “ sorry. my buddy lives here, and we’re supposed to be meeting up, but he’s not answering, so . . . ”

he trails off, shoulders lift in a shrug, and then he sticks his hands into the pockets of his hoodie.

            “ hope i wasn’t pissing you off, knocking like that. ”

[detcohen-a-blog]

@connorlikesdogsposts​

cass felt like it had been forever since she last saw connor. after three months of being stationed in new york, she missed detroit. specifically, she missed her favorite android. she grinned as she entered the precinct, inhaling the familiar smell of coffee. her eyes scanned each desk, until they landed on connor.

“ hey, con! ” she called.

[arsontm]

@pitifulbefore

    “ hey, heere. can i, uh, talk to you real quick? PROMISE i’m not gonna hit you or anything. ”

[socialcared-blog]

@313hunter / starter call.

    “  ... you’re new to jericho, aren’t you?  ”

[flxmekeepr]

@galaxye asked: ❝ you’re so stubborn. ❞ from shirley

the sound of the generator drifts away as juliette nudges the door to the control room closed. the quiet of the room was almost jarring. but as she shook the generator from her ears and allowed herself to slide down into a chair, it was almost nice. this was the only break she would allow herself today. five minutes in the quiet of the control room with shirley and the day wouldn't feel so long. " shirl, we've known each other for twenty years . . . and you're just now figuring out that i'm stubborn ? " her tone is playful even as she eyes the other up; fingers fidgeting restlessly with one another. her knee bounced. her head tipped slightly to the side. god, she was starving. and exhausted. and every inch of her ached.

but the generator was purring happily again ( for the few hours that it would ) and she couldn't really complain.

" i must have hidden that pretty well. but is it stubbornness or am i just . . . right ? " a quick lift of an eyebrow and the mischievous glint in her eyes makes itself known. a mostly rare occurrence. none of them really liked admitting when the other was right. but this time . . . ohhh, this time she would have to. eventually. " i'm just saying . . . she needs eyes on her at all times right now. i can't just go home and rest. the next time she starts rattling . . . it could be the last time, shirl. she could shut down completely and we'll just . . . we'll just be left in complete darkness. i have to stay with her. i can't trust coop to know when it's just a small rattle or when it's the end. "

[lovesized]

* @hammurabicomplex​ / cont. from x

head still spinning and eyes struggling to focus on her face as she helps him sit up, it takes him a second or two to process her answer. when he does, though, his heart sinks. the comment about the possible concussion goes largely ignored.

            “ what ? shit ! i am so dead. ”

he’d already gotten busted by the cops a little while back, and now he’s been mugged. at some point, he’s just going to become a liability. when they can sell, it’s good money, and he’d really rather not be cut out of the operation. one palm pressed to his temple in a futile attempt to soothe the throbbing ache in his skull, badger stares as far down the street as he can see, as though he’d somehow be able to catch a glimpse of whoever had jumped him -- ten minutes ago, apparently.

             “ you, uh, didn’t happen to see who it was, did you ? like, maybe you could tell me what they looked like ? ”

[lovesized]

* @nitebit​ / starter call !

         “ hey, uh . . . i know it’s totally not your fault, but i’ve been here for, like, forever, and i was just wondering if you knew when my food was gonna be ready. ”

it would have been a perfectly fine question, had he been here for longer than ten minutes -- and had actually ordered something in the first place. at the moment, it seems his brain can’t quite seem to wrap itself around the fact that just staring really hard at the menu isn’t enough to convey his desires to the cashier.

           “ ---------- if not, that’s cool. just wanted to make sure you guys didn’t lose my order or something. ”