FALL TEST DRIVE MEME

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FALL TEST DRIVE MEME
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Welcome to the Current Test Drive for The Revival Project!

This game is a spin-off from the closed The Drift Fleet game. For more information about the game, including more details on the setting, please check out the FAQ here or the premise here.

A thread on the TDM will be required for all applications. Please view the FAQ for information about how this works. Any questions about the game please direct to the comment section of the FAQ as well.

If you are a Drift Fleet alumni bringing your character from the game, please label your character as 'DFAU' on your top level. Also, keep in mind you have complete flexibility on how your character comes here. They could be taken before endgame, after endgame, two years after, one year before, etc. It's up to you! If you want to completely restart your character, they're not considered DFAU anymore and won't need the label.

So go! Explore Agra 10! And, as always, HAVE FUN!

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Fall in Temba and Sh'Ka

While everyone has been busy trying to solve an attempted murder mystery, the weather has been busy doing- Well. Being the weather. Some may have noticed the temperatures getting milder and the first leaves to slowly shift their color or even find its way down to the ground, but eventually every He-Row may notice that summer is coming to an end and autumn is back for its rightful turn.

There isn't really much out of the ordinary to note, even. The stone leaves that used to be a danger in Sh'Ka are no longer a danger as the leaves of the responsible trees seem more stable now. Perhaps it's because of the work He Rows did with the Barrys to stabilize the groves. So, luckily enough, both cities get to enjoy a fairly normal fall season.

With the exception of the small, unusually frequent energy storms that happen sporadically in both cities. They never last longer than a few minutes, never cover more than the area of a small building and their effect is hardly as drastic as that of their larger counterpart. Your powers are still being limited or taken away, but for a change your loved ones aren't trying to lure you down a cliff, fortunately. Though something feels off about them. They barely notice you when you catch a glimpse of them. Instead they are shambling on their way, seeming disoriented and distant at best. Should you get too close, you might even hear them groan...

Explore the city Temba!

Here's a map of Temba and a bit more description of some of the buildings here.

Most of the buildings are run down and have clearly been abandoned for years; fortunately, the water treatment center appears to be working and power has been restored to be reliable. What used to be stores or places to live in lies in ruins, but there may still be something to scavenge among the rubble. Do you want to risk a swim in the flooded area that has turned into a deep lake that has proven to be home to verious harmful creatures; or does it draw you to some of the more prominent and partially restored buildings, such as the hotel, the hospital or the amphitheater.

If you are lucky, you might even stumble over The Deep End, the bar located on one of the mid-levels of the tower residences in one of the residence towers. Unfortunately no bright neon signs can lead you there, but it does exist.

Explore the Ships!

He Rows new and old can make use of the massive hangars in the northern part of Temba to access the equally large Glitter Food and Peanut Party. When He Rows are off the planet, these serve as their homes, their bases of operations, and their vessels all in one. Each He Row has a room assigned to them on their ship, one only they can access. There are also spaces for workshops and labs, for cooking and growing things, and even, shockingly enough, a large green space with trees, grasses, groundcovers, and even a large lake with sand leading on toward it. It shares a wall with the fake aquarium that makes up a wall of a bar like the Deep End. So it's a great place to go swimming provided you remember to wear something. All in all there is a massive ship to explore, and maybe you'll even meet your crewmates there.

There be storms...

These power-altering storms keep ravaging parts of the planet every once in a while. No one truly knows where they come from or what to do about them yet, but one of them appears to be approaching. You have the option to find shelter in one of the buildings to wait for it to pass. Unless, of course, you rather feel drawn to investigate.

Should you step inside the storm, or even get lost in it, it will show ghosts of people you know and those you don't. It drains you of any super-human abilities and tries its best to keep you from getting to its origin. Are you going to try anyways? Or are you going to chase the whispers of people from your past? Maybe you will simply find yourself calling for help or stumble across another lost soul in need of assistance.

More information can be found here.

Wildcard!

You're welcome to use any previous test drive scenarios or previous game events as a basis for a thread/situation, or simply make up your own! Keep in mind that you're currently stranded on a planet with only basic necessities, but there is enough food and fresh water. Creature comforts, however, seem to be distinctly lacking. Quite unlike a gathering of potentially dangerous creatures to encounter. The setting is yours to explore and have fun with!

 

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Raphael | Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

[look_at_this_raph]

A. FALL
"You got this, Raph," the large turtle said aloud, squaring his broad shoulders for his pep talk. "You're just dreaming! Yeah! Dreaming a very vivid dream about being somewhere that clearly isn't New York."

The last remaining seconds of wonder after touching the orb were fizzling out, being replaced by Raph's use of right turns while pacing around the fountain. "Okay, so it wasn't a dream," he continued after a pause, brow furrowing deeply the more he frowned. "All that neat information got crammed into your head an' now you gotta figure out what to do with it all." Considering how fast it all went, he groaned, grabbing his head in frustration. "Why isn't Donnie here? He's better at this sort'a thing!"

Despite the grousing, it all eventually subsided. Refocusing, Raphael drew in a short breath, glancing at his surroundings again. "Maybe I can head down that way. Or go in the opposite direction?" In each direction, he shifted, looking down one path before judging another. Which obviously didn't help at all, since they all felt the same way.

With a huff, he crossed his arms. "Or...I can stay here."

Alone, came the thought he didn't want to think about.

His mouth pressed tightly into a thin line around his snaggle tooth, swallowing at the lump forming in the back of his throat. He already felt cold as it was. He didn't need another layer of it falling over him now.

"Okay, we're walking now," he told himself, starting off with a totter in his step. The stiffness would mellow out at some point. Hopefully. "It's fine! Everything's fine!"


2. STORM
"Hello??"

Raph's voice echoed, worry tinging his tone the longer the eerie silence panned out. He shouldn't be wandering aimlessly, but he was sure he saw someone nearby. Someone small. Someone like-

"Mikey?" No, that couldn't be. As he started going after that one, another figure shambled (what) out of the corner of his eye. It forced him to whip his head around, frantically looking for that familiarity. "Donnie??" Again nothing appeared. Nothing made itself known.

"C-c'mon! This ain't funny, guys!" Thinly-veiled desperation rose in the turtle's chest as he stumbled around in the fog. "We have a rule for a reason! No splitting up the Mad Dogz...!"

2!

[faceguy]

By now, Leo knows that going out in the storms is a bad idea, not least of all because he completely loses the ability to portal. But lately they’ve been smaller and started with no warning, so it’s not like he’s being reckless out here! It just happened.

The first time he hears echoes of Raph’s voice on the wind, he ignores it. The storm already tried that trick on him when he first got here and heard Karai’s voice - it’s not getting him a second time!

But then he hears Raph again… and again… getting closer?

Leo is still pretty sure this is a trick. He searches through the fog for the wall of an old and crumbling building to hide behind, peeking out and watching to see what apparition has stolen his big brother’s voice.

Because it’s not like Raph could actually be here… right?

[look_at_this_raph]

He's in the middle of trying to talk more sense to himself in order to ward off any further flutterings of panic building up in his gut, shutting his eyes with a grimace.

"Okay, pull yourself together, Raph," he breathes, gesturing slightly with a shake of his head. "Things are weird. A different kind of weird. But we're gonna get through this." While simultaneously trying to reclaim some sort of calm, his environmental awareness is still off-kilter; perception, like the fog and storm itself, isn't as clear.

From an outside perspective, it looks like a Raph. It sounds like a Raph. And it's definitely going through the motions like Raph.

At the very least, it also has a very distinct stink like Raph tends to have depending on the situation. And depending on how close Leo is within range, it's not hard to get a whiff of him in passing.

[faceguy]

Phew! That is definitely a Raph aroma if Leo has ever smelled one. And while Leo has seen and heard the storms’ tricks, he’s never sniffed them.

But that means this is actually Raph!

Leo wants to run up and launch himself onto his big brother and never let go, but a few things stop him. One, well, that just wouldn’t be cool, and he is a very cool fifteen-maybe-sixteen-year-old! And two, the last time he was with Raph they had yet another big fight, and he has no idea if Raph remembers that.

So there will be no running at Raph and leaping into his arms. Alas. But there will be Leo very nonchalantly emerging from his hiding place and calling out.

“What are you doing? Going that way is a mist-stake!”

Hah! He kills himself! And he said that so smoothly and absolutely not choking up even a little because he hasn’t seen Raph in ten months, nope.

1

[butterfly_kiss]

It's not often Tae bothered to leave the hospital now that she was set up there. Perhaps that makes Raphael lucky. Perhaps not. Either way there's a small woman in a doctor's coat and heels approaching, mostly intending to get a resupply of materials from the replicator.

But when she sees Raphael she pauses and frowns.

"Another one," she observes aloud, then continues forward. "Turtle, right?"

[look_at_this_raph]

Instinct causes Raphael to freeze, remembering that he's in a public space. The comical spin on his heel is easily remedied with more subtle gestures as he yelps, finally looking down to see Tae strolling up to make a more astute observation.

"No, ma'am! I'm just, uh, very dedicated to my craft!" It's not the best attempt at pretending he's someone cosplaying as a turtle, but it all gets sidelined when he backtracks on the first part of her greeting. "-Hold on, what's that about 'another one'?"

[butterfly_kiss]

Yes. Sure. Cosplay. Maybe she'd heard something about that excuse from one of the other turtles. Which she'd be willing to let this one play at until he realized what was going on here with his siblings.

But then he's paying attention and she shrugs.

"I mean you remind me of Leo and Donnie, though I suppose the body form is different. And the color."

2

[thepurpleone]

Were the storms starting to get more complicated? They'd already been known to show visions of people they knew, or even pull scenes right out of memory. What couldn't a storm do?

Donnie didn't want to think about it, but it was hard not to be wary about these sorts of things and bad enough when he didn't know if he could even trust his own judgment anymore. But that voice... Something in him ached when he heard it.

"Just a quick look," he told himself, clutching his tech-bō close as he turned around. "An investigation to look into the possibility that this phenomenon is but another evolution to the torment that these storms have been fashioned to impose upon us. ...okay, that doesn't sound any better, but nevertheless, this must be done. F-for science."

He crept along before he could change his mind. Part of him didn't want to go. He didn't need the heartbreak of seeing his older brother just to confirm he wasn't really here, but the part of him that needed to know spurred him on.

[look_at_this_raph]

Meanwhile, Raphael remained preoccupied with debating over whether or not he should stay within the same area he was trekking. Casual mutterings, mentions of knowing he'd already been on this path while second-guessing the fact it still was the same path he started out on.

Because talking out a plan was the best idea. To keep his head on straight, mostly. To distract himself from the loneliness of the once-peaceful-looking landscape he landed in.

Despite the pretense of being large and in charge, the turtle of unusual size still had a very distinct stink about him – one that gave worry and slight panic body with a hefty hint of frustration at the glimpses of shadows that continued to disappear the second he looked in their direction. "–Leo, now's not the time for messin' around!"

[thepurpleone]

It sure did talk like Raph. And act like Raph. And... "Eyew, gross, it even smells like him..."

Donnie was feeling conflicted at that. If the storm facsimiles could even reproduce such a stench... He shook his head. But no, what if it really...really was...

He found himself stepping out from behind corner of the building he'd been watching from, still hugging his staff close, but it still took effort for him to finally breach his silence.

"Raph..?"

1

[unclenotapervert]

That... sure is a large turtle. That can talk. And for the moment, Madoka is left wondering if this is a dream himself.

...Well, when in Rome. He's sure not going to question the antics of this place, whether it's a dream or not.

Madoka approaches the wandering turtle with a smile and a wave.

"Hiiii~ I think I'm lost. I don't suppose you've seen a small boy walking around in a maid outfit, have you? About eleven years old?"

Madoka Takatori | Shounen Maid

[unclenotapervert]

..::|| 1. Temba Greenhouse ||::..

Madoka had sworn he'd just seen it - A cute little mushroom creature that abruptly went into hiding amongst some similar growths. Madoka starts to prod at the growth, not particularly hard, to try and find the little creature. He just wants to look at it. ... And maybe play with it, but shhh.

Unfortunately for him, he scares the little thing and ends up getting clouded by a bunch of spores, making him cough at first. And then... he's definitely sneezing. He looks around, trying to find if there's a cat, given how much the sneezing continues. Awe, he bets the kitty will be so cute when he finds it, and he's quick to abandon the funfrond in favour of having a kitty friend. But, of course, his vision is fading quickly.

...Oh.

Oh, no.

Blind and sneezing without being able to see a new kitty friend? What fresh Hell is this? Unfortunately, Madoka isn't exactly intelligent, especially when it comes to kitties. He's groping around, trying to feel his way through the area... and continuously crashing into stuff.

"Here, kitty kitty kitty~ Sksksksksksks~" He tries to call out for the kitten, and even starts to make meowing noises to try and lure it close to him. But instead of a cat, maybe he grabs you. Or maybe you find him first. Either way, hi there!



..::|| 2. The Deep End ||::..

It appears to be lucky in this case that Madoka is a particular wandering sort, allowing him to explore all sorts of places. He manages to come acrost the little bar. Self-serve and even with a karaoke machine! This place sure seems neat. He's never had a self-serve bar before. He wonders if he's any good at making drinks. He looks over the bottle selections and gives a small sample of a few in a small shotglass for himself, hoarding together the sweeter ones. Though he's certainly leaving a mess in his wake.

After a few long moments of trying this and that, he's pretty sure he can make a drink now that might resemble a desert. He sets one down in front of you with a smile.

"I call it an angel food cake~" He says with a certain amount of happiness and pride. Go ahead, try some!



..::|| 3. There Be Storms ||::..

"Chiyo-chan..." He says, more to himself than anything as he witnesses his sister's ghost pass through the storm, amongst many others he's never met before. It causes him to pause in the storm. Maybe he should head back? But then...

He looks around himself. He can't really tell where he came from anymore. He'd taken a number of turns already, and the mist and fog and darkness all seem to work in tandem to cover those former landmarks and tracks. Does he push onward, wait it out, or try to make his way back.

Though, he can't really deny seeing his sister amongst the ghosts here is catching a lot of his attention right now. Maybe he could get another chance to talk to her again, let her know that he took in her son, and that he's in good hands.

...Even if Madoka isn't there with him right now. Keiichirou will be there to take care of him until Madoka can go back.

He decides to pursue Chiyo after all.

"Chiyo-chan!" He calls out more loudly this time, hoping to get her attention.

2

[deal_me_in]

Wandering is the best way to get to know places. There's certainly a lot of wandering to be had here, and so when people do find their way to his bar, he figures any drink they help themselves to is one well-deserved. Like a treasure hunt for something you hadn't intended to find.

He'd been lounging at one of the back tables when the new face had come in, rather than settled at the bar where he'd be otherwise expected to be. He'd watched in amusement as the other had shuffled through his inventory, eventually getting up to plop himself by the bar counter for a better seat. Hopefully he doesn't startle the guy too badly when he finally has a good look at the Exo, who merely beams once the drink is finished, expression literally glowing.

"Ooh, that sounds fancy," Cayde says, picking up the glass. Can robots drink? Can they taste?? Well, it seems to be common practice for this one as he tips it back.

"Oh wow! I did not figure drinks could be made like that. That was pretty tasty!"

[unclenotapervert]

That sure is... something not human. Madoka's already in enough shock about this place that he isn't going to be judging looks or if robots can drink at this point, though. In fact, he's actually just happy that Cayde said it tasted good.

"Right, right? I'm a master of making sweets at home! I'm glad I could translate it to alcohol~" Ah, if only Chihiro were old enough to try it. He'd bet it would wow his socks off. And yell at him for the mess like always. But he knows he'd get yelled at even worse by the grade schooler for trying to serve alcohol to a minor in the first place.

He'll just have to write the recipe down and keep good care of it until Chihiro's old enough. Ah, well.

[deal_me_in]

It's always interesting to see the reactions from people upon first meeting him. It says a lot about people. Cayde grins, amber glowing from the back of his throat every time he opens his mouth.

"That right? Bet you'd be a hit at the diner. Might have to get creative with the ingredients but hey, if you can work out a sweet drink, then I'm sure you could whip up some tasty treats, no problem."

He finishes off the drink, setting the glass down. The mess is something to be worried about later. Or to get Eddie or Richie to clean up.

"Name's Cayde," he says as he rests an arm over the counter.

1.

[3wingedangel]

What Madoka grabs instead is a very large, very soft feathered wing. If his vision clears, it will be revealed as a deep blue in color.

"... Did you lose something?" a deep voice asks. The wing belongs to a very tall man, 6'7" in height.

[unclenotapervert]

Huh. That's soft. Not quite a cat's fur, though. Upon hearing Sephiroth's voice he gives a mildly embarrassed chuckle.

"I was just looking for a kitty-" He sneezes, covering his mouth with his sleeve, letting go of Sephiroth's wing. "A kitty. I'm allergic, you see. So there must be one nearby."

He loves cats. He wishes he wasn't allergic.

"I can't tell if I'm getting closer. Maybe it's following me?"

Sephiroth | Compilation of FFVII

[imjustaman]

((OOC: Sorry not sorry. This is a post-Dirge of Cerberus Sephiroth who was enacting a new scheme and it backfired on him, causing him to regain his mind right before he was pulled here.))

Fountain

A strange being has appeared at the fountain: apparently a man, but with long, whitish hair defying gravity and glowing, seemingly pupil-less eyes. A large green, blue, and purple wing is on his right shoulder and six purple wings are around his waist, hanging down like a skirt or kilt. His only clothing appears to be a metal loin covering. He looks intimidating, to say the least. Certainly otherworldly. He reaches out, touching the datapoint and absorbing the information, but gives no indication of what he thinks of it other than a slight flick of the upper wing.

A flash of light and he has de-transformed: his hair silver and now hanging down, his eyes green, mostly fully clothed (no shirt, of course), and no wings. He looks similar to the Sephiroth who is already here, but his bangs are extremely long, extending to his chest, his coat does not have the bat-like elements or red hem, and he is breathing heavily, his eyes haunted and horrified. This is not the Sephiroth who is already here. This is the Man in the Black Cape (cape? It’s a coat!), the Nightmare. Right now, however, he looks more like he is experiencing a nightmare instead of being one. Most likely this has nothing to do with the information he just absorbed.

Storms

This Sephiroth is wandering and mostly keeping to himself. He regained his sanity right before the Agrii pulled him here and he is not handling well the full realization of all the horrors and the evils he committed in his madness. For the life of him, he can’t understand why the Agrii chose him, of all people. He is no longer a hero, but the farthest thing from it. He shouldn’t be here.

When he sees a familiar person in the mysterious Storm, he gives chase. “Zack?!” He doesn’t understand what’s going on, but he felt his powers drain out of him and it’s clear this storm is not a good thing. He doesn’t understand why Zack is in it, but he wants to get Zack out of it. He keeps following Zack deeper into the storm. By the time he accepts it’s a trick of the storm, he may have trouble finding the way back out.

Diner

He is off by himself in a corner, looking over all the information on his communication device. By now he has learned that there is already a Sephiroth here, a Sephiroth who never lost his mind and never tried to destroy a planet. He doesn’t want to interfere with anything that Sephiroth is doing, so he doesn’t plan on taking the Security datapoint. Instead, he’s reading and re-reading the information for the other datapoints and trying to decide on something else fitting for him.

Medical?

Would anyone trust him to tend to injuries?

Pilot?

It doesn’t sound like that would end up being used much, judging from how infrequently they go off-world.

Engineering, perhaps?

Honestly, Security is what he's best at, but not only does he not want to clash with the other Sephiroth, he doesn't feel worthy at all to accept such a mantle as that.

Diner

[silent_sacrifice]

Some people waste time pondering what paths they should find themselves to trod. Others, though, just make the best of the time given to them. Consider Genesis Rhapsodos, a man given his own second lease on life. He waltzes right into the diner, the door seeming to open before him because he knows how to make an entrance. The man strides confidently in, eyes darting around.

And there, yes. What the not-PHS in his pocket had said to expect somewhere within this ruined city.

"Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul. Pride is lost. Wings stripped away, the end is nigh," the man quotes as way of greeting, and of testing the waters.

The other head of silver hair, the one who had seemed like and yet had been unlike, had not known the words. Perhaps this time...

Re: Diner

[imjustaman]

Sephiroth jumps a mile and looks up. Yes, it definitely means something to him. "Genesis ... ?"

Does he know what all has happened? Does he know how far Sephiroth has fallen? His words on their last meeting had deeply pierced Sephiroth's heart, but they had been true after all. Perfect monster indeed.

Sephiroth is wary and yet undeniably hopeful to see an old friend. Are they still friends? It hadn't seemed like it before, but ...

Connor | Detroit: Become Human

[usedlick]

A: Fountain

Connor is an android, and so while he does not consider himself disoriented, his internal decision processing completely breaks down when he abruptly boots up somewhere that is not Detroit with all his network connections severed.

No wifi, no data, no access to the secure satellite uplink to CyberLife's cloud. He closes his eyes and finds he can't even access the Zen Garden, which sends his processors into a spin. He's never not been in contact with Amanda.

This is not an ideal operating situation. And right when he learned the location of Jericho, too!

Could this potentially be some sort of hack by the deviant androids, meant to halt his investigation? That's one possibility, and the idea of makes Connor...

Well, not mad. He can't feel anything, after all. But it would definitely impede his current investigation, which, as noted, is not ideal.

His decision algorithms whir and process and give him a command.

> Connection failed. Remain in secure location and await retrieval from CyberLife maintenance crew.

Standing out in the open is not conducive to his mission, and, surveying the scenery around him, he doesn't see anywhere that is "secure". He overrides this command.

> Contact nearest human authority for instruction.

The area is also deserted. He overrides this one as well.

> Investigate surroundings.

Well, he can't argue with that. Literally, as this command can't be overridden. His algorithm has no other options.

For anyone observing this from the outside, it's probably odd to see a man standing stock still in front of the fountain, the loop of LED light on his head pulsating yellow. But it finally goes blue, and the man starts to move, looking around as he gets his bearings.

B: Fountain (but later)

After finding the initial data point, Connor has the necessary information to understand his situation. It's still not ideal, because it doesn't seem any immediate way to return to Earth is available. A quick scan of the network tells him that none of the humans (or other sapient creatures) here have discovered a way back, either.

(It doesn't particularly concern him that there seem to have been other androids here in the past, including others that share his name and model number. It's not like he's unique, after all.)

With his new information, his decision algorithms fill with commands, the highest priority being finding the nearest human (or otherwise organic) authority and receive commands from them. If CyberLife isn't here, and the Detroit Police Department aren't here, then he must fall in line with whoever has jurisdiction over this planet.

Unfortunately, the network doesn't have any useful information. No useful information, and no way to contact Lieutenant Anderson...

(Connor can't feel anything, so he can't feel frustration.)

Standing around is not ideal. So Connor scans the area for any sign of life, and soon begins walking toward a building where he saw movement. It's a place to start.

"Hello," he calls out, raising a hand in a neutral greeting, since he has no idea what the customs are here. Hopefully, whoever he found speaks a language that Connor can autotranslate into. "My name is Connor, and I am a CyberLife android, model RK800. Can you tell me who has authority over this jurisdiction? I should report to them immediately."

Succinct and to the point. If he's lucky, this person won't be as grouchy as Lieutenant Anderson...

[[OOC: I play Connor from the Human route but pre-deviant (specifically his canon point is directly after he learns the location of Jericho, so he's literally like 2 hours away or something lol). If you'd like the dirty details of all his gameplay paths up to his canon point, you can hit me up at dandywonderous or on discord (same username). Feel free to also wildcard me with a different prompt or we can work out something else and I'll add it here.]]

B

[buildingitsir]

He thinks he sees a familiar face, up from the hotel window. A familiar jacket seen from images on the net. A familiar LED indicator cycling through its three colors like a disco concert. York knows this face. He knows this guy.

Doesn't mean he likes it though. Not someone that he knows as the deviant hunter from home. Honestly, York had stayed away from Connor for the most part when he was here last, and it's tempting to do the same again.

Then York reminds himself that Connor doesn't have any power here, and he's got Reeve and Richie to back him up in case anything happens. And if he can't find them? Well, there's always the library.

By the time he gets down to the city center, York's got his hoodie off, letting the chest LED glow gently through the worn shirt he's managed to keep since arriving. The smaller android keeps his distance, arms crossed. "Fucking great. You're back," he starts with, more venom in his tone than is a good start.

(Not that York is great at 'good starts' with people.)

[usedlick]

The greeting does nothing to throw Connor off. He's used to hostile reactions towards androids, and really, as far as hostile reactions from deviants go, getting cursed at is tame. Familiar, even, because Lieutenant Anderson often addressed him as such.

Connor recognizes the man in front of him as an android instantly, though not one he can interface with. The placement of the LED and the unfamiliar structure of the android's body and face indicate a few things, though: this is a competitor model. Connor has no jurisdiction over competitor models.

Not that it really matters, since he is not on Earth and his primary investigation is on hold.

"I am not the RK800 unit you may have known - and without access to CyberLife's cloud backups, I can't see any memories he may have had of you." Connor inclines his head apologetically. "I'm Connor, model RK800, serial number 313 248 317 - 52."

Which should clear up any messy misunderstandings! He can't remember anything.

"You're not a CyberLife android." He tilts his head to the side: inquisitive. "Can I ask your manufacturer?"

B.

[crystalmaster]

[Hearing a familiar voice, Radley perks up and hurries over.]

Connor?

[Something doesn't seem right, though. Maybe this Connor is from an earlier time period. Either that or he doesn't remember being here before....]

[usedlick]

[Someone saying his name is not a surprise, given what he found on the network. Unfortunately, he'll have to disappoint this human.

He nods in greeting anyway, his smile affecting a bit of a rueful, apologetic appearance.]

I'm sorry, but I am not the RK800 unit you may have known - and without access to CyberLife's cloud backups, I can't see any memories he may have had of you. I don't mind getting reacquainted, though.

[Because he doesn't mind anything!]