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Hello, my name is Delta. I am fourth RK900 and have twenty five brothers as well as six dogs named Azure, Apollo, Pixie, Cupcake, Kieser, and Ivan. If you wish to talk to one of us, you must specify or it will be sent to one of us at random. - D (//Hello! Please check the character page before interacting or feel free to ask about characters in DMs! As the URL implies there will be twenty six RK900's on this blog and that means you may want to know who's who, and be able to tell which one may be ideal to talk to! mun is Soullesscoyote who runs a Rupert and Connor blog.)

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[twenty-six-deviants]

While Quebec was hoping to spend the night sleeping like Charlie, he knew it was for a better cause to ensure someone's safety. Instead he decide to spend the rest of the night "handling finances" aka partying with his coworkers until they all had to go home and he fell asleep on one of the couches.

He made sure to get up an hour before Charlie, sneaking back into the room to use the bathroom and reapply some makeup. Was it to make it nicer? No. But too much had come off for his liking and he also left said make up in that bathroom. It was only when he was sneaking his way out he saw something on the floor at the edge of the bed and picking it up, he couldn't help but read it. Unable to help himself he immediately began trying to lightly shake Charlie away. He was a mechanic and just the guy Quebec needed.

"Sweetie! Wakey wakey! Rise and shine Pretty boy!" He did his best to keep it at an excited whisper, but was on the verge of vibrating with excitement.

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Waking up took more effort than he wanted to spend on it. He groaned at the feeling of being shifted and swore at no one in particular, then finally opened his eyes to see the man standing above him.

Oh, shit. The night before came back in a series of half-coherent images and a cold feeling of shock-- how the hell'd he end up here? With an apparent assassin standing over his bed and a headache already threatening to split his skull, he took a quiet breath and shut his eyes for just another moment.

"I'm as awake as I'm gonna get," he answered, looking back up again. Then he frowned. He'd stayed the night like he'd been told to, but now.. "You gonna let me outta here, or've I gotta walk in a straight line first?"

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec grinned holding a business card far too close to Charlie's eyes to be visible. It was for his mechanic business. "I was about to drop this job since I wouldn't know enough to fake it, but you might be my golden ticket! I just need you to teach me about the job." He then pulled up a photo of the target and it was a all too familiar face.

Jack Robertson. He was a guy running for senate, but in particular known for his speeches of wanting to cut funding for schools in half and most notably make discrimination legal. It wasn't entirely a mystery why he of all people was a target but how Quebec had already had his address was another matter.

" Tell me hun, how do you feel about making twenty five thousand dollars for teaching me? Ill split the money if you're up for it. I can also get you some food and a drink regardless."

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[twenty-six-deviants]

While Quebec was hoping to spend the night sleeping like Charlie, he knew it was for a better cause to ensure someone's safety. Instead he decide to spend the rest of the night "handling finances" aka partying with his coworkers until they all had to go home and he fell asleep on one of the couches.

He made sure to get up an hour before Charlie, sneaking back into the room to use the bathroom and reapply some makeup. Was it to make it nicer? No. But too much had come off for his liking and he also left said make up in that bathroom. It was only when he was sneaking his way out he saw something on the floor at the edge of the bed and picking it up, he couldn't help but read it. Unable to help himself he immediately began trying to lightly shake Charlie away. He was a mechanic and just the guy Quebec needed.

"Sweetie! Wakey wakey! Rise and shine Pretty boy!" He did his best to keep it at an excited whisper, but was on the verge of vibrating with excitement.

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

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"That.. ain't the work I was talkin' about." Although the thought did make him wrinkle his nose. Death and sex- he supposed it didn't differ from most motel rooms he'd spent nights in, apart from the fact that it was unerringly expensive. He glanced away from him and frowned, then pushed ahead before Quebec could respond again. He'd already gotten himself into deep shit, there was nothing left to do but keep digging. "Actually, just- fine. I- I don't.. I don't care. Just.. fuck. I'll be off your damn hands in the mornin'."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec didn't mean to visibly perk up when Charlie complied, but there was no take backs with physical actions. Most people by now took to swinging at him and admittedly more than a couple had to leave with permanent bans from returning. The fact Charlie wasn't combative was a welcome surprise.

"Wonderful!" He said clapping his hands together. "Would you like any drinks, food or perhaps some hangover pills? They might lessen the effects in the morning and we won't charge your for a thing." He asked for a preformer to check outside again when free just to see if anyone was still hanging outside. "As part of company policy..." He paused pulling up an image on his hand to glance at before looking back at Charlie. "We also are required to offer you access to our washing machines in the back and can provide a temporary set of clothes if you so choose to use them."

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"I'm, uh- I think I'm good." He studied a point on the wall while Quebec talked, hesitant to look at him while he made his offers. In all honestly, a clean change of clothes and something to calm the headache he'd no doubt have in the morning didn't sound like a bad idea, but he wasn't going to accept more than he had to. He wanted to get out of here as quickly as possible- that meant just pushing through it until the morning. He scratched at his cheek and finally glanced at the android again, a frown tugging at his lips.

"Did I- uh.." Had he learned the man's name? He didn't think so. Even if he had, the past few minutes had been enough of a shock to make him forget it. Did it matter? "Actually, just.. I don't need, uh, anythin'. I'd rather just get the hell to bed, I guess."

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Quebec nodded. Food, water, and clean clothes were not offers he was going to force. They weren't mandatory to make people take and he wasn't fond of making Charlie start actively fighting him.

He smiled the moment Charlie looked back at him and got up with a nod and went back to the ngihtstand grabbing a pencil and a piece of paper to scribble on. "Alright sweetie, the walls are all sound proofed so if you need anything ill leave you my number to call. We have a several chargers in the top drawer..." He paused as he made his way to the door and opened it. "Oh and don't be afraid to ask if you change your mind on anything." He gave a small wave before closing the door behind him and checking his messages. He wasnt going to be able to hang out in his room all night like he hoped, but seeing as he picked up a stranger who might've gotten the shit kicked out of him otherwise, he could live with it.

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

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"That.. ain't the work I was talkin' about." Although the thought did make him wrinkle his nose. Death and sex- he supposed it didn't differ from most motel rooms he'd spent nights in, apart from the fact that it was unerringly expensive. He glanced away from him and frowned, then pushed ahead before Quebec could respond again. He'd already gotten himself into deep shit, there was nothing left to do but keep digging. "Actually, just- fine. I- I don't.. I don't care. Just.. fuck. I'll be off your damn hands in the mornin'."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec didn't mean to visibly perk up when Charlie complied, but there was no take backs with physical actions. Most people by now took to swinging at him and admittedly more than a couple had to leave with permanent bans from returning. The fact Charlie wasn't combative was a welcome surprise.

"Wonderful!" He said clapping his hands together. "Would you like any drinks, food or perhaps some hangover pills? They might lessen the effects in the morning and we won't charge your for a thing." He asked for a preformer to check outside again when free just to see if anyone was still hanging outside. "As part of company policy..." He paused pulling up an image on his hand to glance at before looking back at Charlie. "We also are required to offer you access to our washing machines in the back and can provide a temporary set of clothes if you so choose to use them."

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

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He tensed when he was touched. Fuck, he had the audacity to ask if he was scared when he'd just seen the man with a case full of weapons? Scared wasn't the damn word for it- shocked, maybe. Stepping back and twisting away from his grip, he grimaced. "I'm not sleepin' in this place," he said, choosing to ignore the choice he'd been given entirely. I've-" he struggled for an excuse- "I've got work in the mornin'. I need to go home."

He glanced behind him towards the door and wondered if he'd really be stopped if he tried to just wander out. He didn't like this, not in the slightest. He didn't like the choices laid out in front of him and he hated the feeling of confinement even more. Was the door locked, he wondered? He looked to Quebec again, defensive. "Who the hell are you, anyway? If I walk out that door and get my ass beat, that's my own fault."

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Quebec felt a but bad when Charlie tensed. That meant he was scared to an extent and he probably didn't give the best first impression. The claim for work however wasn't very believable. "Sweetie I will let you leave by then. Just when you've sobered up enough and I can be sure you'll be safe. I don't think you be doing...hmmm..." Quebec looked at Charlie and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe construction? You look like the type. But I don't think you'll want to do anything with a hangover or with injuries."

He then extended a hand despite his certainty Charlie wouldn't shake it. "I'm called Quebec. As the owner of a club that sells sex, and drinks I take the safety of anyone who enters this building very seriously. That includes you." He then wandered over to the bed to sit. "If I let a drunk person leave only to hear they got horribly injured due to my negligence? Well I'd feel awful. Just like if I didn't look out for the performers." He then held out the breathalyzer again. " You can either take this, or have this room to yourself until I'm sure you're in good enough shape to leave. Based on the time and as long as you don't start anywhere around four in the morning I can wake you up whenever and take you if need be but im not letting someone who's a potential danger to themselves or others out onto the streets. For the time being you're my responsibility."

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It was more than not liking this- he hated it. He felt an hot, anxious feeling crawl up the back of his throat as his options were laid out yet again. He couldn't leave and he was too damn stubborn to let the android see just how much he lacked sobriety.

He crossed his arms and stared hard at him, clenching his jaw. Fuck, he hated this. "Fine," he relented. "I'll... I'll stay here 'til you decide to let me get the hell on. But I'm not-" He paused, glancing towards the room itself, towards the weapon case Quebec had filed away. "Is there- d'you have somewhere else? I ain't- I ain't sleepin' where you.. work."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec smiled content that Charlie wasn't going to set himself up to get beat up. That and his stubbornness was adorable. He tilted his head the moment Charlie brought up sleeping elsewhere and looked at the bed as he slipped the breathalyzer back in his pocket. It took him a moment to connect any dots on potential reasons. He flashed a smile at Charlie and patted the bed as an invitation for him to sit again. "Sweetie, I can promise you the only work going on in this room is prices and methods...and me sleeping in here. You could shine a UV light and wouldn't find anything. I didn't have any other clients tonight. However..."

He paused sending out a message before continuing. "If you like, I'll ask my coworkers if any of their rooms are clean or...gently used." He looked at Charlie as if silently asking. "Is it the sex or me?" To Quebec either way had a chance of being the case and to further be sure he decided to add more reassurance "Would you feel better if I prove its cleanliness? This room can pass a white glove test as well as any forensic test for other substances." He offered.

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

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He tensed when he was touched. Fuck, he had the audacity to ask if he was scared when he'd just seen the man with a case full of weapons? Scared wasn't the damn word for it- shocked, maybe. Stepping back and twisting away from his grip, he grimaced. "I'm not sleepin' in this place," he said, choosing to ignore the choice he'd been given entirely. I've-" he struggled for an excuse- "I've got work in the mornin'. I need to go home."

He glanced behind him towards the door and wondered if he'd really be stopped if he tried to just wander out. He didn't like this, not in the slightest. He didn't like the choices laid out in front of him and he hated the feeling of confinement even more. Was the door locked, he wondered? He looked to Quebec again, defensive. "Who the hell are you, anyway? If I walk out that door and get my ass beat, that's my own fault."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec felt a but bad when Charlie tensed. That meant he was scared to an extent and he probably didn't give the best first impression. The claim for work however wasn't very believable. "Sweetie I will let you leave by then. Just when you've sobered up enough and I can be sure you'll be safe. I don't think you be doing...hmmm..." Quebec looked at Charlie and narrowed his eyes. "Maybe construction? You look like the type. But I don't think you'll want to do anything with a hangover or with injuries."

He then extended a hand despite his certainty Charlie wouldn't shake it. "I'm called Quebec. As the owner of a club that sells sex, and drinks I take the safety of anyone who enters this building very seriously. That includes you." He then wandered over to the bed to sit. "If I let a drunk person leave only to hear they got horribly injured due to my negligence? Well I'd feel awful. Just like if I didn't look out for the performers." He then held out the breathalyzer again. " You can either take this, or have this room to yourself until I'm sure you're in good enough shape to leave. Based on the time and as long as you don't start anywhere around four in the morning I can wake you up whenever and take you if need be but im not letting someone who's a potential danger to themselves or others out onto the streets. For the time being you're my responsibility."

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

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"Uh.." Charlie tensed when the man stepped closer, grey eyes flicking from his face to their hands and back before he tried to gently tug himself away. He shifted to the side, then started to stand, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket as he went. "Uh, I- I think I'm good. Really, I can- I can handle myself."

He could. He could. Even slightly buzzed and on an unfamiliar road, he'd be fine. And hell, if they decided it was worth their trouble to keep looking, he could make another run for it. It wasn't as if he had anything worth jumping him for, anyway. He paused and glanced back up at the man in front of him, suddenly frowning as his words started to register. He was a hitman? And he was just.. offering this information freely? Charlie could easily guess no one would believe him if he went snitching about it, but even so.. he frowned, heart beating nervously in his chest. "Can I- uh, can I go? Or is this..." he trailed off. How the hell was he supposed to respond to all of that? "Are you- uh, god, I must be fuckin' insane. I'm hearin' shit." Again. He brushed the thought away. "I- I'm leavin'."

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Quebec tilted his head. There was no better way to put it than Charlie was very human. He didn't find it nice to scan strangers without reason, but if he were to, he had a feeling like any human or noncombat intended android that Charlie heard the word hitman and suddenly grew scared. He couldn't blame him. Standing up with Charlie he rested a hand gently on his shoulder. He maintained a smile but clearly seemed a little skeptical. "I can promise you sweetie your brain and ears are as functional as they've been since whenever you last got your hearing checked, but are you sure you can handle yourself when you started off running in here? I may not be a model designed for intelligence, but that seems contradictory enough even an insect model could pick up on it."

He didn't say it but his eyes flickered as he messaged his co-workers to check the entrance for anyone hanging around outside or who came in shortly after Charlie. Just because he made a living off killing didn't mean he despised looking out for people. "Tell you what...whats your name if you don't mind me asking? Let me just ask you to do one last thing just so I can be assured I'm not throwing a puppy to the wolves." With that Quebec went to the nightstand on the left hand side of the bed and dug around for a moment even tossing out handfuls of papers before bringing something back. It was a breathalyzer.

"With Eden club being a legal..." He gestured at random failing to find the word he was looking for. "-Club. We have the legal requirement, obligation, and right to test anyone who enters or leaves if suspected to be under the influence of any substances." As he spoke, he used a hand to project a picture of documents confirming this. "Those who are over any legal limits or refuse to are required to stay and not allowed to participate in any activities or leave until they're no longer intoxicated. That way we can ensure everyone is sober enough to consent when paying for sex and were not contributing to any drunk drivers." He held out the breathalyzer for Charlie to take. He meant it to buy a little more time to check for anyone hanging around, but it didn't hurt to be safe either. Plenty people could be well over the limit and seem sober as well as the complete opposite.

"All I need you to do is prove you're sober enough to leave and I'll trust you to go home."

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Charlie tensed when Quebec stopped him. He watched, brows furrowed, and decided against supplying his name as the android stepped away. He just wanted out of this-- to go home. And usually he wasn't entirely fond of going home at the end of the night. It was always.. too quiet, in a way that left room for his head to play tricks on him. When the breathalyzer was pulled from the drawer, his expression fell.

Fuck. Fuck. There wasn't any way he could think of to avoid that. He took a small step back, gaze flicking between Quebec and the offered object. "Well, lucky for you, I ain't drivin' and there's nothin' here I could afford either way. ..Let me go home." He leveled his gaze at him. "You can't fuckin' keep me here."

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Quebec was a little sad he didn't get Charlie's name. He seemed like a nice person. And Quebec certainly wasn't about to let him walk out and get his ass kicked by at least the three men hanging out outside. He didn't want to reveal it, but the way Charlie reacted to the breathalyzer was almost laughable. There was no prying needed here. Quebec didn't take a step forward, but he did use his right hand to show a picture showing the three men outside via one of the other androids eyes after they checked. "Darling, I'm not here to hold everyone captive in a strip club. But I don't want you stumbling out to get your ass kicked three times over. Tell me sweetheart, and be honest. You can do that for me right?" He slowly reached out and put a hand on Charlie's shoulder.

"Are you scared of me? Is that what's got you so opposed to staying here?" He tilted his head. "I can't charge you if you're not buying sex or drinks of the alcoholic variety. But even if it sounds contradictory I still care about safety." He smiled, trying to be reassuring as he went over the specifics." I only plan to have you stay until you're no longer drunk. I'm still allowed to ask you to submit to a test under the suspicion you're drunk. Since I can't verify you have a car or are lying now, I'm sorry..." He held the breathalyzer out. " but you can either take this, and prove me wrong, or sleep it off."

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Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[purposefully-lost]

"Uh.." Charlie tensed when the man stepped closer, grey eyes flicking from his face to their hands and back before he tried to gently tug himself away. He shifted to the side, then started to stand, fidgeting with the sleeves of his jacket as he went. "Uh, I- I think I'm good. Really, I can- I can handle myself."

He could. He could. Even slightly buzzed and on an unfamiliar road, he'd be fine. And hell, if they decided it was worth their trouble to keep looking, he could make another run for it. It wasn't as if he had anything worth jumping him for, anyway. He paused and glanced back up at the man in front of him, suddenly frowning as his words started to register. He was a hitman? And he was just.. offering this information freely? Charlie could easily guess no one would believe him if he went snitching about it, but even so.. he frowned, heart beating nervously in his chest. "Can I- uh, can I go? Or is this..." he trailed off. How the hell was he supposed to respond to all of that? "Are you- uh, god, I must be fuckin' insane. I'm hearin' shit." Again. He brushed the thought away. "I- I'm leavin'."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec tilted his head. There was no better way to put it than Charlie was very human. He didn't find it nice to scan strangers without reason, but if he were to, he had a feeling like any human or noncombat intended android that Charlie heard the word hitman and suddenly grew scared. He couldn't blame him. Standing up with Charlie he rested a hand gently on his shoulder. He maintained a smile but clearly seemed a little skeptical. "I can promise you sweetie your brain and ears are as functional as they've been since whenever you last got your hearing checked, but are you sure you can handle yourself when you started off running in here? I may not be a model designed for intelligence, but that seems contradictory enough even an insect model could pick up on it."

He didn't say it but his eyes flickered as he messaged his co-workers to check the entrance for anyone hanging around outside or who came in shortly after Charlie. Just because he made a living off killing didn't mean he despised looking out for people. "Tell you what...whats your name if you don't mind me asking? Let me just ask you to do one last thing just so I can be assured I'm not throwing a puppy to the wolves." With that Quebec went to the nightstand on the left hand side of the bed and dug around for a moment even tossing out handfuls of papers before bringing something back. It was a breathalyzer.

"With Eden club being a legal..." He gestured at random failing to find the word he was looking for. "-Club. We have the legal requirement, obligation, and right to test anyone who enters or leaves if suspected to be under the influence of any substances." As he spoke, he used a hand to project a picture of documents confirming this. "Those who are over any legal limits or refuse to are required to stay and not allowed to participate in any activities or leave until they're no longer intoxicated. That way we can ensure everyone is sober enough to consent when paying for sex and were not contributing to any drunk drivers." He held out the breathalyzer for Charlie to take. He meant it to buy a little more time to check for anyone hanging around, but it didn't hurt to be safe either. Plenty people could be well over the limit and seem sober as well as the complete opposite.

"All I need you to do is prove you're sober enough to leave and I'll trust you to go home."

[purposefully-lost]

Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Quebec looked at Charlie surprised. He checked the messaged hed received and looked at Charlie a couple times. Was this not his potential client? It was only when Charlie mentioned running from another person it somewhat clicked. This wasn't his potential client, this guy just chose the worst time and worst eden club to sprint into.

After a minute with a blank expression on his face as he pieced everything together as well as heard Charlie's apparent nervousness still about being in this room, Quebec burst out laughing and closed the suitcase, sliding it to the left side of the room. I mean him? An actual performer here when he looked like this? The idea was laughable. It took him a good minute to calm down, but once he finally composed himself, he gave a reassuring squeeze to Charlie's shoulder. This was no less cute or funny.

"Sweetheart, my make up doesn't smear like this from sucking dick or eating someone out." He said gesturing to his face. "I work as a hitman for hire. The club here is somewhat of a home base for me to run my buisness in private. Yknow, without discussing this at a McDonald's. I'm the manager here, and everyone else lets me do my job. In return, I don't take seventy percent of their earnings like the last guy."

Quebec then took Charlie's hand in his and offered a softer smile. "Terribly sorry about the mix up hun, I was under the impression you were a client of mine. Everyone seems to get cold feet when you're serious." He sighed in annoyance. However he then patted Charlie's cheek with a smile. " Don't worry, im not gonna hurt a hair on that pretty little face of yours for an honest mistake either. Now, do you need anything? Water? Food? You may not want to wait to leave. Your friends out there aren't going to leave after a matter of minutes." He said.

[purposefully-lost]

Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[twenty-six-deviants]

Considering Quebec was using this place to offer services, he needed it both passable as a place he was having sex in and still a decent work space. This guy however was funny. He was embarrassed just to be in a private room? That was cute. Really cute. But sometimes people were just hesitant to go through with things and a little reassurance got them back on board.

Shaking his head and chuckling at the apparent hesitance, Quebec smiled and cupped Charlie's face. "Now now there's no need to be nervous, everyone gets a little shy and its nothing to worry about." He then guided Charlie to sit on the bed and held a finger up as he went to the bathroom attached. He felt along the wall before digging his fingers in between two tiles and pulling the entire section off, he retrieved the suitcase hidden in the wall and returned to Charlie with a smile. Flipping the suitcase open there were a plethora of weapons inside. A gun, a knife, a taser, wire, there was even brass knuckles and a hammer .

"Now $100 is the base price I charge, however depending on how well known and preferred killing method i will up the price on account of difficulty. Now, who's the target? What's their job? What info do you have about them?"

[horrificmemes]

Questions for ‘Extraordinary’ Muses

Questions for muses who have superpowers, psychic powers, medium abilities, magic, or any other power that is not considered ‘ordinary’.

When did you realize you had an ability?

Were you born with your ability?

Did you have to train or be educated to use your power?

Describe the first time using your talents.

Does anyone you know have similar powers at their disposal?

Have you ever been bullied, ostracized, or feared for being different?

Has your ability altered or manifested in your physical appearance?

Does everyone know about your power?

Is there anyone who doesn’t know and who you are afraid to tell?

Is having special abilities normal in your community/society?

Have you ever had an embarrassing moment while using your ability?

What is the hardest thing about having a special power?

What is the most useful thing?

Would you ever choose to give up your abilities?

Would you ever choose to trade your ability for another?

Does your power cause more good, or more harm?

What does it feel like when you use your talents?

Have you ever hurt yourself with one of your abilities?

Describe at least one of the things you can do in detail.

Do you find people are impressed by your abilities, or do they express a negative reaction?

Do you have limits of how much of your power you can use?

Have you ever had to hide your abilities around people who wouldn’t understand?

What is one of your favorite ‘tricks’ you enjoy doing with your power?

How did your family/friends/significant other react the first time they witnessed your abilities?

Do your powers cause you any discomfort?

Do you ever consider having a special ability to be a burden?

If you could give your abilities to one person for a day, who would it be?

Do you use your abilities on a daily basis?

Does it ever offend or exhaust you if someone asks for your help because of your special power?

Name one skill you haven’t yet perfected that you want to master.

[twenty-six-deviants]

“By god i’ll bloody up my hands  with everything I am  to cut away  the mountains I’ve made  and fill the dales below”

@raakxbecomedeviant

[purposefully-lost]

Quebec walked from one room to the next. He didn't know what everyone else meant when they said running a business was hard. Maybe it was because this was like a secondary job so he wasn't as worried about losing a regular customer, but making sure nobody was causing problems was quite easy to him when threats were easy to back up. Wandering by the entrance, he checked his messages from a potential client having yet to get a response on why they were running late. -twenty-six-deviants

He wasn't one to pick fights, but that didn't mean he was good at avoiding them. A bump, a spilled drink, and a few sour words earlier in the night had evidently been all it took to get a pair of men following him outside the bar and down the road towards his home. It could've been the flirt too, he amended, but in his defense, the face who'd insulted him had been a handsome one, and he hadn't wanted to go home alone tonight. He guessed he was getting his wish.

Even with his dulled senses, he knew it was a bad idea to slip off a busy street and onto a quiet one. He knew it was a worse idea to try and start running once his feet hit pavement out of the sight of anyone but the men behind him. It was the absolute, dumb-as-rocks, worst idea he'd ever had to slip into the first door that opened ahead of him without a second glance to see where he was headed. The bright lights and thumping music and crowding, warm bodies were the last thing he wanted- but he saw the door swing open behind him and decided not to wait to see if it was who he thought it was. He bumped into someone and turned to apologize, face quickly flushing when he realized it was someone who clearly worked here. "U- uh, fuck- sorry. ..Hey, could I- uh... jesus. Sorry."

[twenty-six-deviants]

The last thing Quebec anticipated to happen while checking messages was to nearly be knocked off his feet. Most people were relatively calm about coming into Eden club unless it was some college students first time in a strip club. However he was also to blame for not paying attention to his surroundings.

Quebec rubbed his eyes, further smearing the eyeshadow he had on as they switched back to the world around him to see a stranger stammering apologies. Switching back to the text and back to the guy before him, this had to be the client he was talking to and clearly they had been running late. Better now than never.

Shaking his head Quebec grabbed their hand to tug them off to his room. "Oh, don't worry hun most people are nervous their first time. Now, let's get to my room and we can discuss things in a more private, setting." He said as he flashed a smile. Everyone was nervous when they first wanted to kill someone. It wasn't exactly legal and quite a few people thought he was undercover, however that was also the difference between newbies and casual clients. Newbies were nervous because the idea of hitman for hire was intimidating, casual clients often had the courage to doubt the guy who they were paying to kill people.

[detroitxperience]

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The list will gradually be compiled over time by the Cyber Staff!

[localstarboy]

Being drunk vs Being high

[teamnowalls-deactivated20180918]

i saw this on twitter and i cant stop thinking about it cuz its literally mania vs depression 

[vampretty-deactivated20210625]

@oluq

[twenty-six-deviants]

@raakxbecomedeviant

[rupert-874004961]

THREEISH MORE WEEKS!! (im not great at math)

hey guys! As yall know I havent been very active on my rp blogs! No worries! Im not losing interest or wanting to delete or anything!!

Amidst corona virus, my classes have turned to being online, however bc of that ive been giving a lot more work to make up for what i cant do in class now, im also managing finances (gotta make sure i can go back to college next semester) its left me very busy and more so focused on classwork a majority of days between more at home situations and I can't remember if i made a post about this already, but it doesnt hurt to make a more solid update on how its looking in which school should be out by april 23rd! I also want to thank all of you for the patience and understanding. It's been a very hectic semester and as much as I love rping I need go do what i can to keep up in classes especially as this year a couple of my teachers have a lot of assignments for us. I hope all of you are doing great and staying healthy and safe and cant wait to reply more consistently!!

[the-faeryqueen-deactivated20250]

I can't even with this. It's so cute!! 🍄🍃

[motleyfolk]

Could you link to the seller please??

[the-faeryqueen-deactivated20250]

Links

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🌲 Tree Stump Storage Bin:

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Opening edge with fabric covered surface, wear-resistant. Made of high quality flannel, and upholstered high-density foam makes a comfortabl

(The original one I posted was handmade which you can see a step-by-step guide on her blog here)

Because, who doesn't need a stump?

A daughter and mom team up to try and get some crafty things done.

[motleyfolk]

Thank you!!

[khadij-al-kubra]

@fuck-my-life-i-want-food​

[komicxre]

@bile-shroom