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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))

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Connor had just gotten used to the fact that what happened around Christmas time was just something that Wonderland did every so often. There had been another thing going on with people seemingly having something changed about them, but he didn't get affected by it, for whatever reason. He was still trying to show Kara that he had no interest in arresting her or getting anything out of here, but you can bet that was something that would just take a lot of time for her to realize. He wasn't about to push anything, so he just went about his daily business otherwise.

He wasn't in his room at the time when Hank showed up next door, but he was on his way back with Jericho after taking him out to play with him a little and walk him when he finally saw him. He stopped when he saw Hank, confused for a moment. Was Wonderland playing tricks on him again, or was Hank actually there again? Well, things seemed to have settled down since the last event so it couldn't be Wonderland.

So that had to mean that Hank was actually back. But... even if that was the case, he didn't say anything at first while trying to grasp at something to say in his surprise. He missed Hank already from the short time he'd been gone again, but he wasn't sure if he'd simply disappear on him again in a few weeks. So finally after what seemed like forever (a few minutes), he nearly spoke up and then realized that Hank had no memories of being her before.

He was told that sort of thing did happen, so maybe he should refrain from saying he'd been here before? "Lieutenant?" he would have just went with Hank, but timelines were weird here as is, especially if he didn't remember this place. "You're... in a place called Wonderland." Yeah, he was not going to take this well, especially since he didn't seem to be familiar with this place or that world he came from before.

At least he was wearing casual clothing over what he normally wore for a change.

Oh good. Hank breathes a sigh of relief at a friendly face that he recognized...with a dog that clearly wasn't Sumo and clothing that were a large departure from Connor's usual outfit.

"Uhh...so I'm not dead?" he so eloquently asked, tripping over his own words. Shit, what he really wouldn't do for a drink right now. "Also, what the fuck are you wearing? How did you get changed so fast?"

Shaking his head, "Nope. You're not dead. I know it'll be hard to believe at first, but we're not even anywhere near Detroit now. We're currently in a world called Wonderland. Time works differently here. I've been here for a few months now." He figured that might be a bit much to take in at first, but he's assuming Hank will want to know those details eventually anyway.

Glancing down to his clothing, "Does it look bad? I've been told that I should really change up my outfit sometimes." By Kara and a few others, but once he saw the other RK800, he figured it may not be a bad idea... It had to be better than his "Look guys. I'm one of you" outfit when he tried to infiltrate the actual Jericho.

It doesn't take much for Hank to want to put his fingers in his ears and pretend he hadn't heard anything of that but instead falls back to his bed and groans.

"Fuck me. I must be dreaming..." Maybe Markus thought it might be better if humans were turned into batteries and plugged into a Matrix? Okay, no, now THAT was really stupid. He looks back at Connor, just hoping it wasn't some sort of nasty trick by CyberLife. He hated how the most logical thing right now seemed to be what Connor was saying. Finally sitting up again, he waves a hand at him.

"Nah it's fine. Just surprised me, that's all. You were still wearing that vest when we met by the chicken feed uh...just a few minutes ago so the change of wardrobe took me by surprise...you really have been here for months? What the fuck is this place?"

A few minutes ago... So the last thing he remembered was after the revolution and their hug. It was safe to assume this Hank also had no idea about that other world he was talking about. Than again, somehow there were another model of him around too, so it shouldn't be too surprising to realize that he wouldn't know.

Jericho on the other hand doesn't really care. He'll just approach Hank, looking for some attention. Hank was a dog lover after all. "It's based of the story that Lewis Carroll wrote in 1865, 'Alice in Wonderland'. It's a strange place to adjust to, but it's not terribly bad once you do."

Sorry Connor, this Hank couldn't bench-press 2000 lbs, he could barely bench-press at all in his current stature. Everything about this is making him nervous but then the mutt approaches him and he tentatively starts to pat him on the head.

"This is unreal...I'm stuck in a fucking novel world."

He's still trying to adjust to the fact that he's not dead. It also does mean that Connor's been here longer than Hank has known him. How much would have changed, clothing and dogs aside?

"Is he...yours?"

Yes! Pats! Sort of... He'll take what he can get, except now instead of looking for attention, he may be trying to comfort him instead.

"Yeah. This is Jericho. I got him about a week or two after I first came here. He's been good to have around," he said with a nod. He's definitely helped with Connor's loneliness, but that's something that doesn't have to be said.

"Jericho huh? Figures...sounds like the type of name you'd give a dog." Somehow the name seemed fitting. Without thinking, the patting continues as Hank lets the dog's head rest on one of his legs.

"They just give out dogs here or what?"

"I felt it was a fitting name. I guess it was my way of keeping the people of Jericho in my thoughts," he explained. And all of the damage and trouble he's caused them, he didn't want to forget what he'd done in the past. Maybe it was his own way of slowly making amends to what he's done wrong thus far in his short life?

"You know... When I first came here and I was asking around if either you or Sumo arrived here as well, there was someone who mentioned you could get what you needed from the closets for the most part. I think they mentioned getting a dog as a way to mess with me, but it doesn't mean that I couldn't still do it despite that," he said. "As you can imagine from a world based off of a story, weird things happen here from time to time and you get things like magical closets."

Welcome to the world, Connor. His mistakes were piled up so much Jeffery was going to make a novel out of them.

"Well uh...Sumo's not here." He stops petting the dog enough to look a little sad but..."with you and me here, he's not left alone in the other world, right?"

That was the most important thing to what Connor had said for now.

"No, he's not unfortunately. There are a lot of unanswered questions here so far, but I don't have one for that," something tells him that he's probably not by himself back home, but he doesn't want to tell Hank something that may not be correct.

"Well fuck this place, I need to get back home and make sure he's okay."

Or maybe not panic and ask around, he supposes.

"Have people just kept showing here all the time?! There's gotta be some fucking answers to what happens to the world you leave behind!"

He still can't believe he said those words and meant it. What the fuck is his life right now?

"That'll be hard to do. There's no known way out just yet. When I said I'd eventually figure out a pattern to this place, one of the residents who'd been here for a year or two laughed at me and said, 'what makes you think you can, when we haven't yet ourselves'. In a way, she wasn't wrong, but I don't plan on sitting around and doing nothing either," he said, shoving his arms into his chest. Sure she had a point and he could sort of understand where she was coming from, but you never knew with this place how things would turn out.

"I'm sure there are people who might know. I can ask around to see if anyone has any idea, but there's a lot of unknowns here, even now."

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"Well fuck me, this place really is a prison," he replied standing up, his headache increasing as much as his need for something to quench it. "And hell, let them say what they want. We'll find a way out of here, Connor. I'm not leaving Sumo alone for two years."

He gives Jericho a final pat on the head before rising to his full height, crossing his arms.

"Well, let's go. I ain't going to stay in here, if we're going to go out and talk to people. Anyone else here we know?"

Edited 2019-01-15 07:09 (UTC)

"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.

"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?"

"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.

"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."

"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.

Kara freezes. She'd know that voice anywhere, and she didn't think she'd hear it again so soon.

It's hard to believe, but sure enough, when she closes one of the doors to the library, she spots the familiar head of gray hair. She can't help breathing out a surprised laugh. Wonderland was definitely living up to its name.

"You're back," she comments, eyebrows raised. Of course, he probably didn't remember anything, considering the fluke that was Christmas. "Sorry," she soon adds, giving a wry smile, "I know that's probably not what you want to hear right now."

Already, this meeting felt as awkward as the last one with his counterpart, but in a way, she felt almost...glad he was here? Even if her opinion on Connor was conflicted, the past few weeks had lowered her hackles, just a bit. For once, she couldn't find it in her to be upset at him having someone important to him here.

Well, mostly. She still selfishly hoped for Alice to show up one day. No one needed to know that, though.

"But I don't think Connor would like you dead," she concludes, glancing away as she considers how strange it feels to say that. This had been the weirdest month of her life.

Louis is pretty used to new arrivals now. They come in, they screech and rant a bit, some of them get a bit fight-y or some of them go sailing down that thing that's also a river in Egypt. Some of them even just accept it right off the bat and those are the most unnerving ones of all. This guy, at least, lands somewhere in the middle. He flashes him a wry smile.

"See, you say that now, but I'm pretty certain being alive is better than dead, even with the whole... creepy-ass magical bullshit we have to deal with on the daily," he gives a little wave. "So. You new? You've got that new person vibe."

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"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?"

"I'm back?" he parrots back, clearly confused. "Wait..you're the android..."

Hank might not be an android himself, but he had a pretty god memory when it came to remembering faces. His mind reaches for the most logical conclusion; she meant that comment as from when they met back in Detroit. The other option didn't seem like a good idea to pursue, much less think about.

"Yeah guess not," he finally relents, trying to smile. "He's already complaining about my cholesterol."

A Hank of a few days ago would have just wanted to lash out. Thankfully the android plight had reawakened something inside of him that had reawakened the man he once was. He looks at least pensive when he answers.

"Yeah guess so...still not sure about this whole creepy-ass magical bullshit part myself. So yeah, I am new. Is it cause I'm complaining about it?"

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.

"It's okay, I don't think I'll ever get used to the creepy-ass magical bullshit."

It's insane. And people explain everything away with 'it's magic' like that's supposed to mean something- when they might as well be talking Martian.

"Eh, lots of people complain about that, but you're complaining with the real solid determination and grit of someone who's just been told they gotta handle it for the first time," he offers a smile. "I'm Louis. Welcome to Shitville."

"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.

"As a kid I might have enjoyed it, but as the old cliche goes, I'm way too fucking old for this shit."

Hank wasn't the type to care about swearing in front of teenagers.

"Not bad for a first impression," he replies with a slight grin to his face. "Hank Anderson. Shitville, huh? See, thought that's what they called Detroit when I was a kid."

Before the Android revolution changed it into something else entirely.

"Dude, I'm pretty sure we're all too fucking old for this shit."

At least he's found a teenager who doesn't bat an eyelid at it.

"A Hank from a shitty Detroit. Doooon't suppose you know a guy called Connor?"

He could specify 'android', but to him, Connor is always just 'a guy'. No need to think of him as anything but.

"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.

The moment she hears the word "android," she's tensed up. Unlike her dear pal Connor, she wasn't really keen on happily proclaiming she was one of CyberLife's creations. She flashes a weak smile. "Kara," she corrects, just in case he wants to start bringing up model numbers. Fun topic. At least it keeps her from explaining what she meant by him being back?

"I didn't know he cared so much about your health," she quips, decidedly changing the subject. Things don't exist if you never talk about them! "I'm learning something new about him every day. Even if, um, we don't talk that often..."

Another fun topic. Awkward, too. She was doing great here.

Maybe she needs to think a little more human. Talk about human things. What would a grumpy lieutenant want to talk about?

"...Should he be complaining about your cholesterol?"

Human things!

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?"

Huh. That was an interesting reaction, but Hank goes along with it, repeating her name with a nod. "Right. Kara." He takes a brief look at the sides of her head and realizes she no longer has her LED.

"Yeah well he shouldn't bother," he replies with a wave of his right arm, his actions betraying his words. "Everyone dies of something eventually."

Don't worry Hank's the greatest at awkward topics. Or at least complaining about them when they were thrown back in his face.

"Fuck no! He should mind his own business."

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"Uh...shit, don't tell me this is the part where you're actually some 700 year old being stuck in a teen's body?"

He is not sure if his mind can take that at this moment, but tries to pass it off as a joke as Hank would do. He quickly brightens at the android's name.

"Yeah. Ran into him earlier, actually. We're talking about the same, right? About six feet tall, perfectly combed hair, an LED circle on his right temple..." he points to where it would be, "....may or may not mutter about deviants, androids, dogs, warning you about your cholesterol intake, complaining about how much you drink, that Connor, right?"

"Oh hell no. I'm a teenager. Just a teenager who's been through some Grade A shit that makes me feel like I'm 700 sometimes."

He laughs, because, yup. Most of that checks out.

"That's him! Aside from the booze thing, because if he noticed that I'd probably get a very different lecture," he smiles. "I'm sure he's glad you're here. He talks about you. Pretty sure he missed you a lot."

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.

"Well I can't really judge. Kinda feels like that for most teenagers, but this place already surprised me before."

Really if a teen came up to him and told him they were 700 years old, he'd believe it. Probably.

"Oh that's because he enjoys making my life miserable," he replies, not completely a fan of teenagers drinking booze (the cop in him basically, but also knowing that he's a bad example for people complaining about alcohol intake). Then he just shrugs, trying to play it off as that it wasn't such a huge deal.

"See, that's why he's defective. Anyone who misses me must be off their rocker."

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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."

"I guess? A lot of the teenagers here aren't exactly from regular teenage lives, though."

They all ended up in a zombie hell, or in a weird inter-dimensional hell hole or any other number of scenarios. Wonderland didn't have a fondness for teens from relatively happy lives, it seemed.

"I think he's just like...super thorough when it comes to his job."

Which Louis doesn't mind, not really. Connor is still good people, all the same. Even if he needs a serious education in not taking everything at face value.

"Awww, and here's me thinking you were like, the Awesomeest Guy."

"Yeah, figured it was the case. Some of you look way too fucking relaxed for a place like this."

He then shrugs at the mention of Connor being Connor, but there is a warm smile on his face. Kid's not bad, really.

"Yeah, see? This is why I think you're not normal either."

"This place is almost chill compared what a lot of us are used to. Note the use of the word 'almost'. It still has a whole heap of bullshit unique to here. Yay."

It just had whole other ways to fuck with people beyond the usual threats of their very lives.

"Oh dude, I know for a solid fact that I'm not normal. That news is so old, it's basically prehistoric."

"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.

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