Winter Wonderland [When the countdown begins, Connor's already in the garden carriage sitting cross-legged on one of the larger rocks. Gardens haven't always been the best place for him, but this one is somehow different. It's lacking all organic plants. No roses. It's just peaceful, only the white noise, of the fountain playing and of the train rumbling along the tracks, and...
A countdown, followed not by the train stopping but by the whole ceiling suddenly detaching from itself and sliding back. A sudden chill breeze blows the stray strand of hair back from his face.
The LED light on his temple flickers immediately red and he's on his feet and jumping to the ground before he thinks about what he's doing. But...the chill is manageable. Visibility is clear. And there are other people here too.
He's fine. Nothing is wrong.
...But he doesn't sit back down just yet. Can't relax enough for that. He goes up to one of the other people in the park instead.]
Has this ever happened before?
[Indulge him, crewmate. He's fidgety and a bit nervous.]
Team One [Connor's taking this standing guard thing super seriously, ok. There's a beanie hat hiding his LED for full anonymity and he's standing nearby one of the secret entrances, keeping a look out, watching each end of the small, crowded alley for the telltale sight of a guard uniform.
And there come two of them. The taller of the two looks at Connor for just a little too long for his liking.
Think fast, lookout partner. Connor's looking at you.]
Look, I saw it on the map, OK? [He waves the paper map he's suddenly holding, very animated.] The Voidmancer monument is definitely around here somewhere. I can feel it.
Party [Connor's been in some underground bunkers and secret hideouts in his time, but...never a party. And it's...pretty nice, actually. No orders, no odd looks - people actually smile as they pass, and Connor's actually started smiling back, albeit a bit lopsidedly.
At some point someone gives him a sausage roll wrapped in paper and a drink and tells him to eat up, there's plenty. He stands with these very awkwardly for a few moments...then spots someone making a beeline for the food table.]
Here you go. There's plenty.
[Mission accomplished. His hands are empty once more.]
Connor | Detroit Become Human | OU
[When the countdown begins, Connor's already in the garden carriage sitting cross-legged on one of the larger rocks. Gardens haven't always been the best place for him, but this one is somehow different. It's lacking all organic plants. No roses. It's just peaceful, only the white noise, of the fountain playing and of the train rumbling along the tracks, and...
A countdown, followed not by the train stopping but by the whole ceiling suddenly detaching from itself and sliding back. A sudden chill breeze blows the stray strand of hair back from his face.
The LED light on his temple flickers immediately red and he's on his feet and jumping to the ground before he thinks about what he's doing. But...the chill is manageable. Visibility is clear. And there are other people here too.
He's fine. Nothing is wrong.
...But he doesn't sit back down just yet. Can't relax enough for that. He goes up to one of the other people in the park instead.]
Has this ever happened before?
[Indulge him, crewmate. He's fidgety and a bit nervous.]
Team One
[Connor's taking this standing guard thing super seriously, ok. There's a beanie hat hiding his LED for full anonymity and he's standing nearby one of the secret entrances, keeping a look out, watching each end of the small, crowded alley for the telltale sight of a guard uniform.
And there come two of them. The taller of the two looks at Connor for just a little too long for his liking.
Think fast, lookout partner. Connor's looking at you.]
Look, I saw it on the map, OK? [He waves the paper map he's suddenly holding, very animated.] The Voidmancer monument is definitely around here somewhere. I can feel it.
Party
[Connor's been in some underground bunkers and secret hideouts in his time, but...never a party. And it's...pretty nice, actually. No orders, no odd looks - people actually smile as they pass, and Connor's actually started smiling back, albeit a bit lopsidedly.
At some point someone gives him a sausage roll wrapped in paper and a drink and tells him to eat up, there's plenty. He stands with these very awkwardly for a few moments...then spots someone making a beeline for the food table.]
Here you go. There's plenty.
[Mission accomplished. His hands are empty once more.]