It would be... regrettable | Log, OTA and Closed

[youcantkillme]

WHO: Connor
WHERE: Bunker, Blacksmith, South Village Fountain
WHEN: January 4 (Bunker and Blacksmith), January 5 for Fountain, January 5-9 for Wildcard
OPEN TO: Bunker starter closed to Tony, everything else is Open!
WARNINGS: Connor starts out badly injured in the Bunker.

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January 4 - The Bunker (Closed to Tony)

>RK800_313_248_317-53: Warning ['Time Remaining Before Shutdown: 00:02:26']

The countdown hangs uselessly beside him, moving only as he struggles onto his side. He needs--he needs to get his regulator back. The chances of him doing so successfully are less than 0.2%, but he can't not try. He has to--

--resist Cyberlife's new verdict? Struggle for a life he doesn't have, just like the malfunctioning machines he hunts?

Connor shakes his head, vision blurring with static. No, that RK800 hadn't been sanctioned. He needs to warn someone, and he needs to restore functionality to be useful.

"Help," he rasps. He doesn't expect anyone to hear, especially not with the way his throat is locking up. "Somebody... help..."

His shoe kicks the tube's control console with a hollow 'thunk', but he hardly registers it. He's turned around enough to look up at the tube, now, pipe still caught in his shoulder and thirium pooling around him.

January 4 - The Blacksmith

There's something bizarre about the juxtaposition of top-of-the-line technology like him being repaired in a workshop that's still manually forging basic components, like nails. He understands the basics of why it has to, now, but that hasn't stopped the strangeness from sending up flags every time he sees it.

Eventually he does something about it: after a few unstable steps around the room (too little thirium, not enough to support full control), he folds up the little shock blanket he'd been given, leaving it on the workbench. The backpack he'd worn coming out of the Containment Tube is back around his shoulders, and it's time to leave.

... At least--it will be provided he can travel that far. Not yet noticing anyone else, Connor stops in the doorway, leaning heavily against its frame. He's fine. He just... needs to calibrate.

January 5 - South Village Fountain

... This is going to be a problem.

Connor's an android, so he's never been tired, per se, and the lack of strength in his limbs from not enough thirium is the closest he's ever come. In his informed opinion it's not very enjoyable at all, and he would like it to stop, please and thank you.

Not wanting to pause in the middle of a walkway, Connor finds himself out by the fountain. His knees are threatening to give out, so he walks right up to it and sits on its edge in what's more of a controlled collapse than anything else. He immediately falls utterly, inhumanly still, staring straight ahead to some unknown distance while his LED cycles blue. There. This should be good for a minute or so...

January 5-9 - Wildcard, South Village