[ when connor opens his eyes, he blinks in confusion. this is... he can't tell. nothingness envelops him in a light weightless feeling, but nothingness is an impossibility that cannot exist. the only explanation connor can come up with is that this is some sort of dream state which he's never before experienced or knew himself capable of.
after all, he's an android. he doesn't sleep. the closest thing is stasis mode and even then, it's simply a standby feature. while his mind never completely shuts down, it's not an organic sleep. there's no cycles or dreams... it doesn't even 'charge' him.
connor has had a few people tell him of their dreams. could this be anything like that?
he's pulled out of his line of thought by a hand reaching out to him and without hesitation, connor takes it. there's a flash of hope in him knowing he isn't alone. maybe this person can offer some explanations.
hope is quickly quashed as he's greeted by strange people in strange garb. connor opens his mouth to speak, to ask his questions, but is quickly cut off by the mage busily filing through pages. he considers interrupting, breaking the silence, but decides it's better to remain silent. he lets go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and lets a small groan leave along with it.
connor tilts his head as he observes the tome in the mage's hands and waits patiently. soon enough, he fixes his gaze on a single card displayed with a beautiful scrolling design. The Tower, it says boldly at the bottom. he reaches out for it, wants to pick it up and hold it, but it's at that exact moment that ambrose finally speaks up.
his demeanor has changed and he flings around words like 'failure' and 'creature' that connor doesn't appreciate, but before he's able to protest he's being given clothing not at all like the suit he prefers. they shackle him and usher him into the dungeons, lock him in a cell and leave connor shocked and confused.
what the hell is going on? ]
a) an unappetized cellmate
[ for the most part connor has kept to himself. he spends his time sitting square on the edge of his cot, twiddling his thumbs every now and then. when spoken to he smiles warmly and responds in kind and is quite personable. but the android's brows are tightly knit and he's at unease.
under normal circumstances, connor should be able to access networks and databases and be able to scan people's faces for their identities. he can do none of these things.
so he bides his time without much else to do. he can't make sense of the situation. dinnertime comes along and he's offered a plate of food and he almost laughs about it. ]
I'm not human. [ he speaks up after the guards leave them, looks to you and smiles lopsidedly. ] I don't eat. I'd like it if you'd take my share so it doesn't go to waste.
b) recreational investigations
[ connor heads to the courtyard with his cellmates and while he can't feel the sun on his skin as such, he still appreciates it along with the fresh air. there's a long moment he spends simply standing there and absorbing it along with his surroundings. an attempt is made to mentally process the situation they're in.
more information is needed.
looking around at the faces of everyone else in the courtyard, connor quickly decides to reach out to the people he hasn't yet been acquainted. ]
Hello, my name is Connor. Would you mind answering some questions I have about how you came to be here?
[ the android can sometimes be quite forward and he hopes not to make anyone uncomfortable when he approaches. someone knows something, and connor is determined to find them. ]
c) there's no visitation hours in hell
[ without much available to him within the cell connor passes most of his time in stasis mode. his legs drape over the side of his cot, his back against the wall. hands are neatly folded in his lap and with his eyes closed, the android is powered down to only essential functions. a brightly lit ring on his right temple pulses yellow slowly in a calm manner.
as he hears footsteps, the LED ring switches to blinking blue and connor's eyes slide open. ]
Oh, hello.
[ he turns his head to the corridor outside the cell noticing the new visitor that has wandered down from above. curiously, connor wishes to know what they've exprienced and what they've seen and why their circumstances are so different than that of the inmates.
the last time he tried questioning a visitor, the guards had warned them not to talk to him. after connor persisted he was beaten into silence. this time just a simple hello will do.
he'll be happy to talk with just about anyone, but for now connor will let someone else instigate conversation. ]
d) wildcard
( hit me up at dzintars or bludhavens#3208 for plotting or just general chatter! )
Connor ◎ Detroit: Become Human ◎ The Tower
the android not sent by cyberlife
[ when connor opens his eyes, he blinks in confusion. this is... he can't tell. nothingness envelops him in a light weightless feeling, but nothingness is an impossibility that cannot exist. the only explanation connor can come up with is that this is some sort of dream state which he's never before experienced or knew himself capable of.
after all, he's an android. he doesn't sleep. the closest thing is stasis mode and even then, it's simply a standby feature. while his mind never completely shuts down, it's not an organic sleep. there's no cycles or dreams... it doesn't even 'charge' him.
connor has had a few people tell him of their dreams. could this be anything like that?
he's pulled out of his line of thought by a hand reaching out to him and without hesitation, connor takes it. there's a flash of hope in him knowing he isn't alone. maybe this person can offer some explanations.
hope is quickly quashed as he's greeted by strange people in strange garb. connor opens his mouth to speak, to ask his questions, but is quickly cut off by the mage busily filing through pages. he considers interrupting, breaking the silence, but decides it's better to remain silent. he lets go of a breath he hadn't realized he was holding and lets a small groan leave along with it.
connor tilts his head as he observes the tome in the mage's hands and waits patiently. soon enough, he fixes his gaze on a single card displayed with a beautiful scrolling design. The Tower, it says boldly at the bottom. he reaches out for it, wants to pick it up and hold it, but it's at that exact moment that ambrose finally speaks up.
his demeanor has changed and he flings around words like 'failure' and 'creature' that connor doesn't appreciate, but before he's able to protest he's being given clothing not at all like the suit he prefers. they shackle him and usher him into the dungeons, lock him in a cell and leave connor shocked and confused.
what the hell is going on? ]