What's that crashing sound that follows us around?

[exceptionalcrook]

WHO: Anyone, Duke
WHAT: Reactions to the executions/talking about next steps
WHERE: The dorms
WHEN: During/immediately following the executions
WARNINGS: Discussions of frickin' executions

[For people in the dorms to react to current events. Feel free to post your own starter!]

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[sociallychallenged]

"She knows."

Not that she's a good dog, but probably that too. Who is a clone, he means. He can't always tell what she means, so he just avoids who she wants to avoid. And for the most part she prefers to be around new people than random individuals. She'd outright attack a clone attacking someone else without questioning it.

"She can understand English, too, which might be expected but it comes in handy."

There are a few ways to carry messages, but maybe she can too.

Maggie sits in front of the TV and pins her ears back, whining softly at whatever she's watching. It's a quiet noise that passes quickly.

[notspartacus]

Most Android pets could, and he nodded. "I'm sure it does." He frowns at the dog and her reaction to the TV, turning his attention back to whatever might be revealed there.

He crosses his arms, looking over to Hank once again. "Have...you and Connor been together long?"

He could really work on his small talk.

[sociallychallenged]

"Uh.... Yeah." Hank flusters over his words. "About a month after he showed up here. We met when he got assigned to the Detroit PD. Honestly like... I fuckin' hated androids at the time. One had been involved in something awful that happened to me and for a while I just hoisted the whole blame onto them. Then I saw him having to do all this stuff he didn't wanna do to other androids and kept seeing how humans were fuckin' these other androids up. So I got a clue and pulled my head out of my ass.

"Pretty much gave up my job so he could live. We're gonna have to go to Canada or somethin' when we go back."

When they go back feels so distant, and it hurts to say it. They're probably not going to make that. He hates feeling that sort of bullshit impending doom. That weight of what will happen to them if they don't pull it off.

"He wants to help. We were thinking of trying to set up some sorta network or- I don't know. I just know he wants to help. I do too. I got a lot to make up for."

[notspartacus]

"There's plenty to be done in Detroit without working as a cop...Hank." He was hesitant to use the detective's first name, wondering if they'd moved on to that informal of a relationship. "But if Canada's where you want to go when we get out of here, I'm sure I can help."

He shook his head, though. "You don't have anything to make up for. My hands aren't clean, either. I...hated, and I was weak. It's not...none of that matters, now. Only the future does, and what we do with it."

[sociallychallenged]

"Well I might not have a choice now. Depending on how time passes, Sumo's probably with Fowler."

One good thing about having planned his own death- the grim thoughts meant he'd specified a place for Sumo to go to.

He concentrates again, though.

What would you need to make the same thing happen here? To start turning people lik you did at home. I could try to help you get it.

[notspartacus]

"Sumo?" He didn't recall Hank mentioning the name before, but it was as good a course for verbal communication as anything, just to keep up appearances.

A broadcast would be a good start, help find the people who don't agree with public execution. It's not the same, not precisely. I think it's going to be more difficult than convincing them to deviate, but if they start to see...

[sociallychallenged]

"Sumo is my St. Bernard. I didn't know if Connor mentioned him. Hopefully uh... hopefully he'll get to meet Maggie."

But that's less of an important topic. The more important one is what he speaks with Markus about now. 'Speaks' is a loose way of putting it. Instead, he grasps Markus's hand with both of his, and does his very level best to remember, to show him the fucking stupid shit that the Heart did. Why they're up there on the chopping block.

The bombing of the stage in the park. The 'Wake Up' that had spattered across the screens. He'd thought of Markus and the androids then. It's what made him look for the bombers, wondering what their point had been. But then he thinks back to when they met the Heart, their cagey ways. How their theatrics had given nothing of importance and no solid answers. Instead they'd actually closed off some of their chances in their performance bullshit.

They'd twisted the concept of 'Wake Up' into something useless, in his opinion.

He'd asked a young man named David to try and figure out anything about the local radio towers. David had never gotten back to him with the information. But hacking into them was still a possibility. The man that had been beheaded with the sword, the cloned betrayer at the Heart's last meeting, they'd been two of the people to know how.

We have one of them now. When we're done questioning him, I'd like to see what you could do for him. I know the man he was wouldn't like what the Head turned him into. Maybe you could at least figure out how to manipulate the broadcasts.

[notspartacus]

He shook his head. "He didn't." But his tone didn't suggest anything in the realm of a disappointment for judgment. Connor had been focused on other things.

He records all the information Hank funnels over to him, evaluating each segment, understanding it. He gives a shake of his head, because they were so zealous, so misguided, and they might have ruined the chances for all of them. That didn't mean he wouldn't try, of course, but it was a battle starting from less than zero.

I'll see what I can do. Just let me know.

[sociallychallenged]

He's been pretty fucking pissed off about it, himself. But Markus seems less susceptable to Hank's volatile temperament.

'Seems?' No. He's absolutely miles calmer, even with the obvious passion he has. He's much more measured.

I wanna save their families. He admits. I'll let you know what I find out. Though, unlike the Heart, he's done his level best to tell everyone. At least in a fashion that won't expose them. But certain information, once he's confirmed it's there, will have to get to Markus right away.

[notspartacus]

Androids have always had to be measured and controlled. In fact, those who hadn't deviated knew no other way. They may feel inclinations and wish to act on them, but in the end, commands would always win out. Markus, of course, had no such restrictions any longer, but the calm patience that had come with them had never left.

We'll save everyone we can, Hank. I promise you that much.