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[instabilitatem]

I am Connor. The android sent my Cybrerlife.

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[theroadwarrior]

Anything important come up?

[... It is extremely important to keep tabs on you, Connor. Not because you're not mission-oriented, but because you are literally a walking database full of spoilers for the people stuck in Etraya.

And, well.

He has other motivations, too. Unspoken ones.]

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[instabilitatem]

Robert and I have found a lead on someone who may be able to repair me.

I am currently staying with a man named Hank. He is aware I am not from Etraya, but I trust him to want what's best for me. He won't tell anyone.

Have you been able to find what you need here? [Connor worries after all.]

[theroadwarrior]

Good.

[It's important to get repairs in while he can. Can't know for sure where they'll end up, but... at least Connor'll be repaired. For whatever its worth. If they end up back in Solmara, he'll probably get damaged all over again, but... that's just how it is. Things break, things get fixed, they get broken apart again. Kind of hopeless, that truth.

He ignores Connor's question, but only because he's distracted by something else spoken.]

... Hank?

[Why does that name sound familiar.]

[instabilitatem]

Lieutenant Hank Anderson. I worked with him in Detroit. I believe I spoke of him.

[And someone who cares about Connor.]

[theroadwarrior]

Someone from your world is here.

[Spoken with some surprise, though only some. Max, after all, has ran into someone of his own. Someone important to him in ways that may be more similar than Connor and Max currently know — the kind of people from home who remind you of your underlying humanity, buried under all of the other shit.]

What does he know?

[instabilitatem]

He's figured out some on his own. [AKA saw through Connor's stairs lie.] And he knows of Solmara, but no details of our mission.

[Someone Connor doesn't want to hurt.]

[theroadwarrior]

[Max hums. Considers Connor's words carefully, and speaks just so.]

... You know what happens to him. If we succeed.

You going to be able to handle it?

[instabilitatem]

[There's a beat of silence from Connor.]

I do.

[He doesn't answer whether he'll be able to handle it or not.]

[theroadwarrior]

[... Connor...

Max hums, low in his throat, and considers the silence that follows.]

Usually better at answering questions.

text @hank

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

You wanna meet up at the trolley stop by the cafe?

[Hank took Sumo out on a walk to the cafe on his way to meet up with Accelerator. Feeling both better and worse after that whole conversation: like he’s betrayed Connor, for one, but also like he made the right decision. He had to tell someone about all this, right? Had to ask someone for help with the whole deviancy thing.

And if things go south — they won’t — well, now at least Accelerator will know it’s Hank to blame.]

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[instabilitatem]

Of course. I'll meet you there immediately.

[Connor only really has one speed anyway.

He arrives at the cafe not long after the text and smiles as he sees Hank.]

We're riding the trolley today?

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

That okay? Was in the area, so…

[Hank shrugs. Lifts the bag in his hand.]

Picked up some things from the store. Not interrupting any of your plans, am I?

[instabilitatem]

I've been looking forward to the trolley. Today is an excellent day for it.

[He moves to stand next to Hank, spotting a bit of drool on his shoe.]

Did you walk Sumo?

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Mhm. Had some coffee from the cafe, too.

[And the whole meeting up with Accelerator thing: that’s a lie by omission. Hank’s tired of hurting Connor, though.

And it’s not like he wants to hurt Accelerator, either. The last Connor meant a lot to him — and this Connor will too. Hank is sure of it.

When the trolley rolls up, Hank gestures toward it.]

After you, Con.

cn: suicidal tendencies

[instabilitatem]

By yourself? [Connor hopes Hank had company. He doesn't like the image of Hank by himself, not when he can remember Hank alone on the floor of the house, a gun beside him.

As Connor boards the trolley he picks a spot in the middle, at one of the windows so he can look out.]

CONNOR 💔

[bootyshortsforoldmen]

Got coffee for Accelerator, too. Usually by myself though, yeah. Not exactly a fun guy to be around.

[Sumo hops up onto the trolley with little persuasion necessary, nosing around after Connor.

Hank sits on the seat across the aisle from where Connor picks. Figuring he might want space, or… that’s just Hank reading into things, probably. Assuming, again.]

[instabilitatem]

[Connor feels a quiet burst of relief at the mention of Accelerator, right up until Hank puts himself down.]

Gavin Reed is not a fun guy. I much prefer your company.

[Which, why is Hank sitting all the way over there.] Am I taking up too much room?

[He squeezes in tighter to the glass of the window.]

un: Accelerator; text

[levelshift]

Yo, I got your parts. Where do you want to meet up?

[instabilitatem]

Would Hank's apartment be a good place?

[levelshift]

Sure, that's fine. You need me to bring any tools with me, or just the parts?

[instabilitatem]

You may need an allen wrench.

[levelshift]

Ok. I've got one, so I'll bring it. Where's his apartment?

[instabilitatem]

[Address.txt]

[levelshift]

[Thankfully, he doesn't even need to leave the building! He gathers all the equipment into a messenger bag, then heads out to Hank's floor.

Once he arrives, he knocks on the door. Is Hank going to be here? He isn't sure, but either way he doesn't mind. Despite Hank's prickliness and serious problems, Accelerator doesn't find him annoying. More importantly, he care a lot about Connor. He isn't sure if that would make him hanging around for the repairs easier or harder.]

[instabilitatem]

[Connor answers the door, still looking as spooky as ever.]

Where would you like to set up? The kitchen has a table.