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[fuckingpassw0rd]

Who: Hank Anderson & You!!
Where: All around, pick your poison
When: 16th of January (after the event)
Rating: Uh 13+ since Hank is a potty mouth
Summary: Old man yells at cloud rates what he thinks is the afterlife and thinks it's shit
The Story:

[PROMPT 1 - ARRIVAL - FLOOR 1]
After what had happened in Detroit, Hank didn't think he could be surprised about anything the universe might throw his way. He just didn't fucking think that being whisked off into another universe was something he should put in his list of potential events that might happen to him.

Hindsight was 20/20.

"What the hell..." he could only help but mutter as he wakes up in a room that is way too clean and well set up for it to be anywhere he's known. It looks like a hotel room, simplistic in nature but it's still much better than what he had at home. He pinches one of his arms. "Shit, I'm pretty sure I'm not dead but..."

But, well, what the fuck else could this place be? Maybe he had a heart attack hugging Connor or some shit. Wouldn't that be the most fucking ironic thing that ever happened to his life? Finally, after three fucking years of self loathing, the cholesterol finally gets him when he's feeling a smidgen of happiness and where the earth, humanity and androids were heading. Was this heaven or hell? Maybe he's in purgatory. That would explain the fact he didn't see Cole around anywhere, but the fact it didn't smell like burning sulfur either. If that was how Hell operated anyway.

The lack of dog hair makes him a little uneasy as well. As much as the mutt gave him trouble, Sumo was as much Hank's family now any human. A quick check of his pockets confirmed he still had everything he had on himself when he went out to meet Connor, for what little comfort that gave him. What he wouldn't do to see that dumb goofy android face in front of him, maybe he'd be able to explain it.

"Well if I'm dead and this is the afterlife, it's a big damn fucking disappointment," he yells out to no one in particular, hoping that maybe whatever power was listening in and take some notes. They'd need to know that their service was pretty shit. Not even a welcome pamphlet or a beer. He sighs, the creeping realization that he wouldn't get any answers unless he walked out. Adjusting the coat he still had on him, Hank groaned before he slammed the door open and spoke to the nearest poor person who was close by.

"Hey yeah uh...mind tellin' me what the fuck this place is?"

[PROMPT 2 - WALKING AROUND]
The good news? He wasn't dead. The bad news? Everything fucking else, mostly. The prospect that Sumo wouldn't be here to great him was already making Hank nervous and annoyed with this world. He hated it and had barely set his feet in it for less than a day. Still, he'd be a shit detective if he didn't go around the various floors to explore his new fancy-ass prison.

"This is so fucking insane," he remarks, looking at everything. "I think I'd rather be dead at this point. Maybe hell would make a lot more sense."

[PROMPT 3 - WILDCARD]
((Hank will be exploring. If you'd like to run into him somewhere, let me know!

As a note, you can reply with action brackets if you are so inclined instead of prose))

Comments

[licksthirium]

"If it's any consolation, that's just one example. People come and go randomly, so it might not even be two years," he said, hoping that might make matters a little better, "Well, with the both of us here now, I'm sure we'll crack the case eventually."

Jericho returning to Connor, "You remember the AX400 we chased after?" The one that you stopped Connor from chasing across the highway? "She's here, but we're not... really on the best terms. I can't exactly blame her though. I've been trying to just take baby steps so she doesn't assume that I'm still after her." It did him no good here anyway. Turning deviant and forming his own emotions and thoughts does that to a person.

Exiting Hank's room, he went next door to unlock his own. With the door unlocked, Jericho ran right inside, laying down on his doggie bed in the corner. There were a few dog toys lying around, but Connor could pick those up and clean his room later. It wasn't like he had much of anything in it anyway, otherwise. There was a sweater that the gryphon had left for each resident a while back, but he didn't really care to use it lying on top of a dresser. Once he was done with letting Jericho back in the room and telling him to be a good boy, he left again.

"Turns out we're neighbors," he said, lightening the mood before heading towards the kitchen. He didn't need to eat, but Hank would. If he wasn't hungry right now, than eventually he would be and would need to know about it.

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"So there's a way out, just not when you expect it." Fucking great, he isn't sure if that's better or worse. He watches in silence, taking a look around Connor's room, all the while thinking back to the girl with the child...yeah he did remember her, not that they'd ever gotten a lead after she got away.

"Well you had been chasing her," he adds, looking at Jericho settle on its bed. The dog listened a lot better than Sumo ever did. "Even if you ended up doing that thing with all the androids in the tower, she probably has no idea..."

"I'm surprised you have a room," he replies back, trying to lighten the mood as well, but failing when he just shrugs. "Now that I think about it, I have no idea what you did once the day was over. Did you just return to Cyberlife or somethin?"

[licksthirium]

"She has no idea about the protest or the CyberLife tower. She came from an earlier time before Markus managed to achieve his goal," so no, she has no idea. Never mind the fact that he's tried to at least say sorry.

"I went back to the DPD to recharge, but that's generally when I backup up my system," he shrugged, but man does that leave a bad taste in his mouth (if he could even do that). All that time that he thought that was a good thing too bit him in the ass in the end as well. Well, it did have something to do with CyberLife. "That time when you asked what I was doing in the elevator... I was making my report, but what it actually consisted of will probably be a bit confusing to you."

"I'm not used to having my own room, though. I don't have a need to sleep and I probably don't use it like I should, but it's nice to have nonetheless," he said with a chuckle.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

"Huh...so guess people don't always come from the same time either." Awww fuck, this was turning into some sort of movie wasn't it?

"Right, so uh...that's how your double was able to mimic you." Hank was bad with phones...and computers in general, but at least he could grasp on to a few things relatively quickly. He hadn't been the best for nothing, just all the alcohol that tainted his normally much better choices in everything.

"Christ, so do you just sit in bed and wait until morning?" Cause the mental image of it made him think of a mannequin. "Makes sense, honestly. Didn't you tell me a while ago that deviants like having their own things? Surprised you haven't gotten yourself a shirt with your initials."

Anyway. There it is. The kitchen. He lets out a small whistle.

"Shiiit, this ain't bad, for a prison."

[licksthirium]

"Yep. He uploaded my memory. But there is a chance to lose memories if I were to die and re-upload my memory in a new body; Or so that's what I was told," informing him, and then with a sigh, "I didn't realize it was such a bad thing until the incident at the CyberLife tower happened."

"I generally explore when I get bored," wait, Connor gets bored? "Yeah, I guess I have become more like them than I'd imagined. I guess that explains the need to get a dog too, huh." Well, he's trying to joke around. "Louis told me that the kitchen will get you whatever you want. I haven't tried it, since I don't really need to, but I'm sure that will be useful for you."

But he will be watching your cholesterol uptake, Hank. He worries, okay? And he has no need to sleep, so keep that in mind.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

"So he was sort of a spare kept around in case you died. Fuck." Hank wasn't sure if he could hate CyberLife anymore than he did, but somehow he was able to manage.

"Bored..." he repeats, looking at him like he wasn't sure he believed it. Then again, if he didn't sleep Hank wasn't sure what he'd do with full 24 hour days. He looks around the kitchen like everything was around to get at him.

"So...how the hell does that even work?"

[licksthirium]

Little did he know that there were probably more than a few of him around, but Connor didn't care to think about that. He wouldn't put it past CyberLife to do that though. He's becoming more human and as interesting as it is for Connor to watch paint dry (and actually still find interest somehow), there was only so much he could take in until he'd run out of things to examine.

"I have no idea. I never gave it a try. I'd assume having a clear thought in your mind of what you wanted before opening up the fridge might do the trick, but that's purely speculation at this point," he said with a shrug. Go on. Give it a try.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

"Yeah I guess you wouldn't." Androids didn't need food, after all. Hank is still comically clueless about them. He wants to crack a joke about how his mind is never really clear, but instead tries to visualize something he actually wants to drink, and see just how far he can take this.

When he opens up the fridge, a bottle of Black Lamb greets him.

"Okay, that is fucking unsettling," he mumbled even as he took the bottle out to inspect it. "Do they have glasses around here, or do I have to close the fridge and think about that too?"

Don't worry he's not going to get shitfaced too much. Just needs a little drink for the road before he's given the grand tour.

[licksthirium]

"It seems like it works," but booze? Really? "I'd assume they'd be in a cabinet or something. Although, feel free to attempt it," because that would be amusing if it worked.

But considering which rabbit hole Hank fell into, it's a little more understandable to drink at a time like this. Which makes him curious..., "What's it like? Drinking." He'll at least look around for a glass for him.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

A man needs a drink, Connor. One that's bad for him, and if he drinks enough, may be able to make this place tolerable.

"Eh you know what, I'll just use the bottle," he replies not wanting to think even more about the implications of having to think about making a bottle appear out of thin air and instead twists the top with the finesse brought on by years of doing this action effortlessly. He takes a sip before speaking again; yeap that sure tastes like the beer he knows.

"I uh...do you mean drinking in general or just alcohol, Connor?"

[licksthirium]

Well, at least he seemed to have that figured out, but it won't stop him from keeping an eye on him over time. You should really look after your health better, Hank.

"Well, I guess both?" although he meant more so alcohol than anything.

[fuckingpassw0rd]

No.

But also...no.

"Well you're the one licking blood so I thought they'd equip you with shit to be able to analyze but uh.." He takes a sip again to see how he could best describe it. "It's liquid entering your throat. If it's hot or cold you'll feel it a little more as it goes down to your stomach...coffee and beer tastes off. Most alcohol does."

[licksthirium]

"Analyzing something and actually experiencing what a human experiences are two very different things," he pointed out. "So why drink it then? For the intoxication, I presume?"

The most likely answer is that people want to forget something in their lives, but that seems like it would be a reckless way to go about life. What did he know? He's not human, no matter how different he felt after going deviant.