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16th September / For Ethan

[plasticasshole]

[There are blue blood stains leading into a quiet corner of the general store. At first glance it's not entirely obvious what the aisle is for, but Connor recognised the pouches of thirium immediately. Biocomponents, spare limbs and thirium line the shelves, with CyberLife's logo branded on them. The android himself is sat looking particularly irritable, with his uniform stained a deep blue. His shirt is unbuttoned and he takes a sip of thrium to keep himself stable before assessing the damage.

The bullet is still inside him. It didn't hit any biocomponents, but it's at an awkward angle. He's trying to pry it out with a pair of forceps when he hears footsteps, and he pauses before picking up the gun at his side with his free hand.]

I can hear you...

[syntech]

{If I was trying to keep quiet, I'd have taken a different approach.}

[His machinery is largely functioning again, and after the transfusion, he's looking much better. Which is... scary to think about, when one considers the fact that he's still pale and gaunt. If he's the least bit intimidated by the gun, he doesn't show it.

It occurs to him to wonder when the last time physical threats bothered him. And before he can take the likely moment into account, he's instead analysing the blue stains, the wound, the forceps...]

{You actually look worse than I did when we got here. What happened?}

[He's just going to invade Connor's space, kneeling down nearby to get a better look at what's... well, going on. The offer to help is probably as plain as day, even if he hasn't specifically said the words yet.

This isn't friendship, lest you wonder. Shut up.]

fruit's basket time!

[incinerators]

[ Thank goodness Fruit's Basket has a handful of clothing items to choose from, even if they're kinda...tacky? Pyrrha can't complain, though. It's better to wear some fresh clothes than walk around in her armor all day.

She's eyeing a dress with the South Sister joke written on it when she sees a familiar face pass by. ]

Oh, Connor!

[ Pyrrha's happy to see him. She holds up a hand in greeting. ]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor is by the clothing aisle too, because quite honestly walking around in the same uniform as his murderous successor is starting to become a problem. He frowns at the selection of button up shirts- they're mostly loud, blaring patterns, but he does find a black one tucked behind a tropical print one.

He's about to wander off again with his shirt when he hears his name.]

Hello, Pyrrha.

[Connor turns to face her, holding a hand up in return.]

How are you? Enjoying the clothing aisle?

[He smiles slightly. It's a joke! Nobody enjoys the clothing aisle.]

un: 313_248_317-60; photo attachment

[313_248_317_60]

[A picture's worth a thousand words. Isn't that what humans like to say? Since RK800 #313 248 317-51 is so very set on emulating their flaws, Connor thinks he should appreciate this choice of message.

Pavement. Sidewalk. And a clear view of a damaged human, bleeding on the street. It's not too much go go on, but Connor's sure it won't take his predecessor long to track them down.

He'll be waiting.]

action

[muffled]

date: 10/13
un: mandalorian
message: meet me at the town square. have something for you.

[ this is the only message the mandalorian sends to connor. no further message will be responded to. he is already at the location, resting on one of the benches. his amban rifle rests on his legs, gloved hands drumming on the hardwood as he patiently waits. a pod hovers beside him, waiting too. by his boot, a paper bag with the top furled up rests. ]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor sees the message and leaves immediately, though he's a little cautious. He knows the Mandalorian doesn't like him, but... he trusts that he won't hurt him, despite that.

Since he was just at home resting, he's only wearing a plain black shirt with short sleeves. The friendship bracelet Falco gave him is visible plainly on his right arm, and the Mandalorian might have seen one identical on Falco's wrist. Besides that, Connor's eyes are now hazel instead of brown- though that won't be apparent until he gets closer.]

Su cuy'gar. You called for me?

[His eyes scan the assortment of items before he looks back at the ever-present helmet.]

17th October // For Kate

[plasticasshole]

[It's all ready... he hopes. Connor is dressed casually, in jeans and a black button up shirt. Dinner is nearly done, and he's set two plates and two sets of cutlery out neatly on the kitchen table, facing each other. He's even set a little vase with a single rose out between them.

Connor won't be eating, just tasting the food he puts on his own plate. So he'll keep it at a minimum, with one egg and one bacon-coated stick of asparagus. Even that is going to be far too much, but he supposes it helps keep the illusion that they're eating together.

As for the movie afterwards, he's chosen one about ghosts. He hopes Kate likes it.

Now he just needs to wait for Kate to arrive...]

[hopesong]

[It's not long before she arrives, before there's a gentle knock on the door to indicate that someone is there.

And while she's still wearing her normal white slip, she's opted to put on a proper pair of jeans this time, and not her jorts. Casual and comfy, but still fancy enough for a date, she thinks.

Then again, maybe she's just been out of the dating scene for too long.]

Knock knock. [She announces.] I'm lookin' for one Connor who owes me a dinner date.

1st November

[missingache]

[Roxas isn't expecting a answer right away. He can feel Connor is a busy android, so even if it takes a few days to get a reply, it's fine.]

Hi!
When you got a moment, can I ask you about something?
It's nothing bad, I'm just curious about how Hank is doing.
And does he like cookies?

[plasticasshole]

[The reply comes later on the same day, though Connor isn't home at that point.]

His leg is fine, if that's what you're asking. Thank you again. I'm sure he does, he seems to like unhealthy foods a lot.

october 31st, 11:48pm (un: FALCOGRICE)

[grice]

Mister Connor? I hope you're okay. I'm with Mister Hank so you don't need to worry, okay? I'll be home first thing in the morning, we really need to talk.

[ what else does he say? ]

Take care.

november 1st, 5:33am

[grice]

I'm taking care of the chickens and making breakfast, Mister Connor. Egg and cheese bread omelette, like you showed me. I'll be here.

6:01am

[grice]

Mister Connor, where are you? Did something happen with Miss Zolta? Are you still there? Did you forget your cell phone? I'll look for it inside, maybe you forgot to take it.

7:01am

[grice]

Connor

7:45am

[grice]

I'm going to look for you, okay? So don't get worried if you get here and can't find me.

11:27am

[grice]

I just spoke with Miss Zolta. Connor, I'm really sorry. It's not your fault.

12:11pm

[grice]

I'm sorry I did that to you. We really need to talk.

november 2nd, 6:20am

[grice]

Please talk to me, if you're there? It'll all make sense after we talk

5:39pm

[grice]

I'll be home.

november 3rd, 7:15pm

[grice]

I'm watching an anime about a lion that falls in love with a sheep, but he's afraid that he'll eat her. She has a lot of personality. Maybe we can watch it together sometime, I borrowed a lot of them from the new Deeveedee space in town.

Sorry, I just took the romance ones so I don't know if you like those. But there's action too. Everyone is an animal in it.

november 7th, sometime in the evening

[hopesong]

You and I need to have a talk. Meet me at the park. I'd rather do this in person than over text.

[And she'll be waiting for him there, still in her slip and shorts despite the chilly night air. It doesn't seem to bother her, it wasn't near as cold as it was in Ormond, not yet at least.]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor stares dully at the text and spends a good while deciding whether or not to go. On the one hand, seeing Kate's name pop up on his phone is... nice. She remembered him, unlike Hank or Ethan. Even if all she wants to do is tell him not to contact her again ("in person" implies it's going to be serious) it's something. Falco tried to contact him over and over, but he stopped a couple of days ago.

In the end, he finds himself getting up from the old couch he's laying on and going. He doesn't bother to get ready for her. When she spots him, he's in the same state he was in at the end of October. Same shirt, ripped at the shoulder. His hair is a little messy, and his eyes are lacking any kind of joy in seeing her again.

He doesn't speak, he just watches her silently. He wants to ask her if she's cold. He wants to invite her home and offer her a blanket and a warm drink. He just stares at her instead, waiting for her to speak.]

7/9, ???? Sometime after Hank finds Connor

[syntech]

[He's lost track of time in the thick of things, his mental rhythm all gone. But... all the hesitation in the world means nothing, and the conversation he'd had only highlights that.

If nothing else, Connor deserves an explanation. The android can decide where he stands thereafter.

That thought is heavy in his chest.]

Sorry it's been... I guess just this long. Heard from Falco you've been gone a while. He's worried, but I figure you probably needed space.

It doesn't help to be al
I'm sorry, I should have kno
You don't deserve what I'm about to hurt you w

Can we talk somewhere?

pretend it's in text font

[plasticasshole]

[It's strange to finally hear from both Hank and Ethan on the same day. Maybe people had started talking about the fact he hadn't been around. Maybe nine days is just how long it takes for the people you thought were the closest to you to notice that you're missing.

Connor has no real reason to say no, though. He's a little hurt, sure, but this is better than Ethan not contacting him at all. He sends back a single word.]

Where?

11/15 - night time| Action

[whiteshroud]

[Recent events had gotten in the way from him from doing anything sooner, but Orden's been hearing a fair share of troubling things about Connor. Initially, he'd brushed it aside as really not any of his business- until Mando had mentioned Falco got caught up into it too. Which well...then that became very much his business.

It's late at night. Jun stands on the roof of the Sunderland cottage, intending to observe the situation. However, he notices the stench of infection that's increased in this house. It felt like it did before he'd put the seal on Falco. Meaning...

Well. It's not hard to guess who might've gotten themselves infected. The Silence liked negative feelings, and the android's been going through more than a fair share. So he sends a single message to Connor, using the user name "Orden". ]

Come outside.

[Connor might even be able to feel his presence, thanks to the infection. Something both dangerous and enticing was outside, perhaps like how a moth feels about a flame.

Open up the church is here ]

[plasticasshole]

[Honestly, everyone in the house is infected right now. It's probably not a great feeling for Jun, being so close. Connor had only just gone back home after the flood, and was trying not to feel guilty about it. He supposes at the very least, there's no chance of anyone here infecting anyone else, but he's still scared he'll hurt Falco somehow.

He feels a presence, and he purses his lips as he reads the text. More trouble?]

I'll be there in a moment.

[He makes sure Falco is busy before creeping out of the front door, and immediately scanning his surroundings. Then he looks up.]

Why are you on the roof?

[He's wearing an orange shirt with the sleeves rolled up, which shows the mark of the Silence clearly on the back of his left hand, extending to his wrist.]

[whateverdontcare]

[ Sometime after This, Hank picks up the phone and gives Connor a call. What is he going to say? God if he knows. But he waits while the thing rings. ]

[plasticasshole]

[Connor answers pretty quickly. If Hank is calling him, is something wrong?]

Hello, Hank. Is everything okay?

[He's just not used to it, okay.]