lake party invite + mingle (open)

[channellings]

Who: any and everyone!
Where: the lake and nearby!
When: right now! (july 7th, afternoon)
What: motha 👏 fuckin 👏 lake 👏 party
Warnings: Language (!!!) for now, will be added as needed!



[no, this is not a joke and yes, it's an actual invite to a party over the network from the username: cock.licking.idiot (and no, that's not a joke, either).

those who decide that they'd rather not be square will arrive at some unspecified patch of lake shore (thanks, klaus) at a similarly unspecified time (good work, asshat) to discover that something resembling a slapdash but heartfelt lake party along the northern waterfront. a couple of tables have been dragged out of nearby cabins and now hold a probably inadvisable quantity of foods, at least half of which don't belong at a party by any means. is this what rationing looks like? this is definitely what rationing looks like. there's also an alcohol table, filled pretty sparsely early on in the party but gathering bottles and cans throughout the day. (word of mod says feel free to wing it on what kind of alcohol we have!).

a number of chairs sit in a wobbly line in the stone-filled waterfront sand, most of them not meant for beachgoing but nearly all of them able to recline. about fifty feet down the beach seems to be the splash zone, where all water horseplay exists well out of range of splashing those sitting in beachside chairs. some people dive or cannonball off the mostly-sturdy pier, while others seem to be batting around a-... is that a beach ball they have? no, it seems to be a balloon that says "get well soon". how fitting. please, someone bring them a fucking beach ball.

(this is a mingle! go ahead and make top-levels or tag into other people's.)]

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[subroutined]

[ He's on his way to the party. He's a little amused to admit that he'd gotten a bit lost. He's never gotten lost before, at least, not accidentally. Getting lost on purpose, walking around the streets of De Chima at night when everyone else was sleeping was kind of a hobby of his, back when he first ported into that weird other America. Now he's in a weird other other possibly-America, and his internal GPS isn't really telling him anything useful, as though even it doesn't know where they are.

So anyway, he's lost on his way to the lake party, and he finds himself walking by a beautiful, if a bit run down, blue cottage. With an equally beautiful, if a bit scowlish, woman sitting in front of it. ]

Hello. [ He says, pausing to read her sign. ] Are you giving all those away? Won't you need them?

[ Most people here need to eat, or so he assumes. ]

[brickbat]

[ All Cyberlife androids possess the basic ability to identify other forms of inorganic life; North cynically thinks (and...lbr is right) embedding that code keeps them from somehow fucking up enormously and affording one another the same respect they might a human. so she's just begun to slide back the skin from her hand for demonstration purposes and that realization kicks in, disrupting her concentration and stopping the process as her lips part slightly, eyes big in her no longer scowling face. ]

You--you're an android. [ excuse her as a tidal wave of SURPRISE AND DELIGHT washes down her entire body from the roots of her hair to the tips of her toes, thank u. ] Did Cyberlife make you? Have you been all right since you got here? Do you need anything?

[ .....maybe Green should sit down for this barrage of questions. There's room beside her on the steps, although--actually, never mind, she's getting up and coming over to the exact periphery of polite personal space, looking him over with unabashed intensity. ]

Cyberlife androids don't eat. [ at least not when they're not in fucking deerington B( ] If you need to, just say the word and the humans can fend for themselves.

[subroutined]

[ Green is startled a bit by her immediate reaction. She'd seemed so surly a moment ago, now she was coming towards him and asking him so many questions... He can't help the way he flinches at her sudden movement, but he doesn't back up, standing his ground and looking overall just kind of confused by the rapid fire nature of her inquiries. ]

No, I don't... How did you know? Most people I meet can't tell right away. [ She's an android, too? He hasn't seen another android that looks as human as he does since Dolores ported out, and she definitely couldn't tell that Ash was an android. ]

I've heard of Cyberlife. They're the company that made Connor.

[ He'll answer the question about whether he needs anything in a moment. He's still reeling a bit. ]

[brickbat]

I can read your heat signature. If you were human, you'd be dead.

[ Unless, of course, Green's bodily temperature is identical to a human's, and then pretend this conversation never happened; narrative is just speculated based on how biomechanical things do not tend to fare so well at high temperatures.

So, there's that: perhaps now she backs up to an even more reasonable distance? Yes. Probably. She can read the room, she just more often then not goes "fuck the room, it doesn't care what I want and I intend to return the favor." ]

Cyberlife manufactured both of us. [ Make is a step too far. Deviants make themselves. ] You've met Connor?

[ that........seems weird. surely he would have told her?? ]

[subroutined]

[ He gives a half-hearted laugh, looking a little caught out. ] Ah. That'll do it, I suppose.

[ Seems like these Cyberlife androids are a lot more advanced than he is. Makes sense, him being only a prototype model. ]

I met him before, in the place I was before this. I invited him to movie night. But he ported out months ago.

[ Presumably to return to the life of revolution he had told Green about when they met. How exciting. All Green had to look forward to when he went home was being kept in an attic, only visited on weekends and birthdays. He doesn't know what sort of place this new place is, but he's pretty sure anything would be better than going back home.

He smiles a little wider, extending a hand for a shake. ]

I'm Green. Green Newman.