[DAY :042] do androids dream of electric sheep?

[onemind]

[PING. If you happen to be surfing the Concordian extranet, a familiar looking window pops into the browser. --It's familiar at first glance, anyway. This has no identifying user, no chat text box. It might be more easily mistaken for an error message. It says:]

Hello. I'm awake.

[After thirty seconds, the window closes on its own. Should anyone connect one dot to the next and go check in the room where Kellix the skele!droid has been stored, they'll find him-- well, still prone in the made bed, but his optical receptors are lit up and his internal systems seem to be making fairly regular whirring and whizzing noises. That's a good sign, right?

These messages pop up whenever Kellix wakes up, for however short the interval. Hope you like pop-ups.]

Comments

[frakkincylons]

[ he does connect the dots, and does go to check, given he hasn't really strayed far from Kellix since he'd showed up, wrought with concern. pacing in, sam takes a seat at the edge of the bed and starts to look over Kellix's head, the lit up opticals, and check around for how he's doing. ]

Hey. Feeling a little better?

[decommission]

You got one helluva work over, huh? [ If he's blunt, it's not without compassion in the way his brow furrows and mouth twists at one side. Sam's feeling about Kellix's condition and arrival were made pretty clear at the time. Wariness aside, if the android's coming to them for help, then they ought to offer it best they can. ]

[snaphiss]

[Mara isn't the first in the room; she opts to hang back, listen in, let the others soften him up. They're all kind, friendly people. The droid won't be expecting someone like her.]

Yes, you're awake. We hadn't spoken before. It's time to change that.

[headinjuries]

[ Sam figures everyone else is going to have the important questions squared away; the nest has much better people to figure out what's going on and what they can do about it. Rather, he just peeks in to ask something that's a different kind of important. ]

Hey, good to see you awake. Um.

Do you need anything? Because, like, I've done the stuck-in-bed thing and not being able to go grab stuff is a total drag.

[greentech]

[ Oh. That makes sense. Pidge finally gets it all to click together and when she does, she heads into the room that the droid's been stored in and leans over it with a puzzled expression. ]

Uh, hey. Can you hear me?

[batmotif]

[Much like the other hosts before him, Bruce had made his way to Kellix's room as soon as he was able. The man stands over his bedside, arms crossed, brow tightened with consideration.

Where to begin? Start easy.]

Are you cognizant enough to answer a few questions?

here and then not;

[narcissithstic]

[Ren dislikes droids. Unlike the rest of his bloodline, he's never felt any deepset fondness for the machines that tend like drones to their daily lives. They're here for a mission, a firmly defined reason: sympathy or personal opinion has nothing to do with it.

Cup of caf in hand, drawn to the instincts of his broodmates, Ren peers in belatedly, squinting over the rim of his cup into that narrow space.

—and then leaves.

How many Hosts are going to grow attached to this thing the more they interact with it? How attached will his own broodmates be, given a week? A month?

Ugh, droids.]

not open BYE.

[unsea]

[ saints he hopes you short-circuit permanently when they're done

you glitchy little jerk ]

Later on day 42; I lied, apparently

[narcissithstic]

[He's back: no less judgmental about it this time, but at least there's a reason for his sudden appearance, bare footsteps quick across cool flooring. They stop a few feet away, just within range of Kellix's visual receptors and nothing more.]

You, droid. [Cold and cruel, light from the open doorway limning sharp features.] Are you functional.

[circumspector]

Hello?

I don't think we've met before.