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[flyingsolos]

Connor? What's up?

[bleps]

I wanted to message you to address a couple of things. First and foremost, to thank you again for your assistance while we were fighting against the Storm on Struxta. I’m in your debt, and if you ever need anything in return, please don’t hesitate to contact me.

[flyingsolos]

[ he... sure is formal, isn't he? Is this an android thing?

Then again, 9S. ]

You're welcome, but that was teamwork, you know? If you hadn't helped out, we would have had a way harder time.

[bleps]

[Maybe it's more like a Connor thing. You should’ve seen him months ago, when he was slightly more placid and formal than even this.]

Even so, my point still stands. There are many in the Circle with whom I owe thanks to for keeping me online and functioning. I want them to know that what they did for me is not insubstantial. And so, to reiterate: thank you.

Secondly, I wanted to ask how you were doing.

[flyingsolos]

How I'm doing? I'm okay. Just kind of tired.

[bleps]

Tired?

[Normally, a response that requires no concern. But given strange happenings in the Temple, and the warning from Astoria herself...]

Can you elaborate on why that might be?

[flyingsolos]

I figured I was just wiped from dealing with The Storm.

But now I have no real idea. I've been sleeping early, too.

[bleps]

[Concerning. Just a little.]

Did you see the recent network post that Akira put up? (This is related.)

[flyingsolos]

About the dark evil thing he apparently brought back with him? Yeah.

[bleps]

Exactly that.

I'm not saying that you feeling tired and this are connected -- that would be too tenuous of an assumption at this point -- but if you start feeling worse, make sure to let someone know.

[flyingsolos]

Akira said that too.

Connor, you're an android, right? Can you tell if someone's getting sick by scanning them or something?

[bleps]

No.

[Which is still a point of contention for Connor, because it's been nothing but inconvenient since his scans have been disabled.]

If we were back in Detroit, then maybe. But many of my most basic functions have been disabled here; that includes any form of scanning or sample analysis I was once able to do.

Now I have to rely on old fashioned observation, like everyone else.

[flyingsolos]

[ Poor, poor robot. ]

But you still get the problem of being at risk in storms and shutting down. That's kind of unfair.

[bleps]

Yes. Just as you are potentially at risk of sickness if we did bring something back with us to the temple. The idea is the same.

Did you have abilities that are currently defunct or repressed now that you're here, Rion?

[flyingsolos]

[ ... haaaaa. ]

Kind of? It's hard to explain, but I can't do some of what I was able to do at home. So yeah, just like you.

[bleps]

[He could just leave it at that, but Connor's innate curiosity (built to basically be a detective, it's hard to turn that off) makes him press just a little more.]

I'd like to hear what it was you were once able to do, if you don't mind.

[flyingsolos]

[ ... ]

I don't mind, but I'd rather not talk about it like this.

[bleps]

[Oh.

A pause before the next message comes through.]

Would you prefer to speak in person?

[flyingsolos]

Yeah. Sorry to make you have to work a little for it.

[bleps]

Don't apologize. I don't mind it.

Where are you right now?

[flyingsolos]

Over by the fruit trees.

[bleps]

Then I'll be there in a minute or two. Wait for me, please.

[And so ends the text communique, soon to be replaced by a face-to-face visit.

And Connor was right; he's there in about two minutes, seen approaching from a distance in the direction of the fruit trees, and spotting Rion quickly enough. He offers an amicable smile, as usual, politeness instilled into his demeanor.

(If he gives her a scrutinizing glance, to assess her "tiredness", then he won't say as much, of course.)]

Hello, Rion.

[flyingsolos]

[ Rion's chilling beneath one of the trees, offering a tired little smile in response. She does look a little strained, but not to the point where it'd be considered worrisome. Probably. ]

Hey. Have a seat!

[bleps]

[About what he expected, but no more reassuring because of it.

Still, Connor looks at where she's seated, and -- supposing he has no real choice other than to sit on the ground -- finds an empty spot next to her, under the swaying boughs of the tree.

dirt on his uniform.....he will ignore it for now......]

Do you prefer sitting outdoors like this?

[You know, he's never actually done this before.]

[flyingsolos]

Yeah, I do.

[ immediately and sincerely; this might be a first for Connor, but Rion seems more than comfortable like this. ]

I had to spend a long time in the hospital once. When I got outside and got to feel the wind in my hair and breathe fresh air, it felt amazing.