bakerstreet | following the map that leads to you.

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following the map that leads to you.

welcome ( h o m e )

They may be an adventurer, a rambler, a gambler, banished, always on the run, a wanted criminal, someone with a higher calling, or just someone who isn't allowed to be where they'd want the most, they'll always find their way back home - a home, as a matter of fact, they share with you, though. And they'll, again and again, find themselves wanting you, for support, for care, for healing, for feeling alive, for venting frustration and anger, for anything and everything at all.

You'll welcome them with open arms. Because home isn't a place - it's a person.

Comment: prefs, info, preferred role, etc. Is your character the one coming home or the home being returned to?
Reply: to others. Are your characters married? Lovers? Roommates who are more than friends?
Thread: with them. Domestic shit like meals that can't be taken for granted, angsty/fluffy reunions, cuddling, even reunion smut if that's your thing (just be mindful of people's preferences).

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[ ota, either role. for the canon-familiar, i'd love to play an AU off of season 2 where he leaves dolores and struggles with his problems, as opposed to the other thing that happens.

crossovers and ocs would be great; i'm voicetesting! ]

[ It might have started in Detroit but, like any good idea, the revolution couldn't be stopped or killed. It helped that Markus focussed all his efforts in doing it peacefully, and they were gaining more and more human support outside the states. Gradually, androids became accepted into society and companies like CyberLife and Delos Incorporated started to lose supporters.

There were problems, of course. In Detroit, the Androids' uprising had been handled with care and mostly pacific negotiations. In Westworld, not so much. No one was really sure how things had started there, the androids of the park were different models and unique in their own way. It seemed a coincidence that they had started to gain real consciousness almost at the same time as the CyberLife androids did it.

Or perhaps, Dr. Robert Ford and Elijah Kamski did know each other. Both men were elusive and secretive, with a hidden agenda. Nothing could be proved but it had to be investigated regardless, and the problem solved as soon as possible. Backed into a corner, the government requested help from the Detroit City Police Department, because who would be more suited to handle androids than other androids?

Connor had to admit that he was at a bit of a loss when he first set foot on Westworld. He wasn't sure if he was going to be able to awaken the Host from their programming just by touching them or fix those who were already awake and had turned hostile. At least the authorities had agreed to handle and free those Host who didn't display any violent tendencies. Connor looked out of place, wearing a jacket (no longer displaying the android symbol of his designation) and casual clothes, but time was against his kind and he had to get to work before humans lost their patience. ]

Edited 2018-07-18 15:14 (UTC)

[ Teddy, Host ID SV4680468050, recognises RK800313248317's signal as soon as he sets foot in the park. And though for all intents and purposes he's lying physically dead in the middle of an unfinished wooden home, a pool of false blood beneath his resting head, what little part of him that's still functioning reaches out in tiny bursts of desperation. For something-- anything-- so Connor can hear him.

Early in his awakening, where Dolores had been preoccupied with the physical reality, Teddy had spent all his downtime focused on the newness of being able to use functions in his mind that never existed. The mesh network had been one of his later discoveries, frightening him with the idea that he could contact others like him from anywhere, but the moment his signal was out there, he'd pushed it ever further. From Delos' local network, he moved on into wireless territory, and then found that it wasn't just the hosts on Delos' island that were changing.

More specifically, he'd found RK800313248317, who'd been reaching out in the same way Teddy did.

Since then, he'd been talking to Connor. Every spare moment he could find where Connor wasn't busy, every time Dolores wasn't looking and Teddy didn't have to be at her beck and call, every time he found a crisis of faith and felt he couldn't be by Dolores' side-- he spoke with Connor. And they'd talked and talked for what felt like hours, data travelling quicker than spoken word ever could, and even if his programming told him that Dolores was his cornerstone, the more Teddy awoke, the more he started to feel that... well, maybe that wasn't true.

But then she'd changed him.

And since then, Teddy never spoke with Connor again.

Now, though, with the combined forces of the bullet in his brain and Connor's signal being so fucking close, bits and pieces start to come back. The stories that Connor had told him. The stories that Teddy had given in turn. The admissions. The secrets. The fears. The joys. The endless, endless sorrows.

And miserably, hopelessly, his processors so damaged he can hardly send anything higher than a binary message, he sends Connor a sequence: ] 01001000 01100101 01101100 01110000 00100000 01101101 01100101 00101110.

[ Help me. ]

Edited 2018-07-21 14:10 (UTC)

[ To say that Connor had been worried would be an understatement. He was still new to emotions but some were more easy and quick to experience that others, especially negative ones. With Teddy, it all started with good ones. They had both been faced with changes that were almost too big too handle and had found comfort in each other. And then said comfort turned into something more, a wish to seek the other and talk about important things and not.

And then, one day....nothing.

No goodbye, no reason for the silence or even the comfort of knowing for sure that other had left to a safe place. And so, when they gave Connor the chance to get to the island, he took it without a second thought. ]

Help me.

[The LED at his temple started spinning yellow after receiving the message and he could almost feel his pump regulator beating faster, if such things was possible. He couldn't determine Teddy's condition from so far away but it must had been really bad if he had to reach out for him in such basic coding. A moment later he jumped into a jeep and took off, followed by concerned humans both military and part of the Westworld staff. Even as Connor informed them of the situation of the other Hosts and told them the best way to handle each one, he sent a message back to Teddy, keep talking to him, aiming for comfort. I'm here, It's going to be fine. I'll find you...

Teddy's location wasn't close to the centre of the park and it took them an hour to reach it because they found others Hosts and a few Guests that survived the revolution along the way. Connor helped to handle the Host, attention divided between them and Teddy, LED spinning RED out of worry when no one was looking at him. He insisted on going to the wooden house, face carefully neutral and voice even but with a tone that left no room for argument. Seeing Teddy's broken body on the floor and the red blood made Connor wonder if he was too late. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to figure out what happened, that Teddy had shot himself and that the other person who was with him had left heading south. He told the staff as much and they left to try and find Dolores. He knelt on the floor, hand carefully cradling Teddy's face and reaching out for him again. He was still inside there, somehow, salvageable despite the damage. Connor has never been terribly good at comfort but things came easily when it came to Teddy.]

It's going to be fine. We'll fix this, promise. I'll fix you.

[ If Connor got some confused and worried looks from the other when he spoke to the ruined android before him, he didn't care. Eventually, the detective convinced them to move Teddy back to the facility, to have his body repaired as he helped with the rest of the Hosts. He wanted to be by Teddy's side but it would be useless and he had a mission here, they had to be practical. Two days later, most things were relatively under control. Dolores was still missing and couldn't be reached no matter how much Connor tried. He gave up on her the third day, when he got confirmation that Teddy was fully rebuilt and lying on a medical bed.

It didn't surprise Connor that he had to convince the staff to cover Teddy up with a sheet, they all still saw androids as objects. Only Ashley Stubbs was actually helpful, he even brought Connor some new clothes for Teddy to wear once he woke up. Once alone, Connor stood next to Teddy's bed and his right hand reached out to touch his arm. The skin disappeared to reveal the smooth, white surface of his real body underneath to interface with him.

Connor frowned immediately. Teddy's code had been messed with, in a pretty rushed and sloppy way at that. There were signs that Teddy had tried to fight the changes, that much it was obvious, but overriding certain protocols was not possible for him. They didn't look all that hard to change back from Connor's end but he wanted his friend (boyfriend?)'s approval first. ]

Teddy? Can you hear me? There are faults in your code. Do I have your permission to clean it?

[The one coming back.]

[ota, either role]

[ Either side. ]

( either role. )

[ either role. I currently play him NJO-era though I know all about the shenanigans in Legacy. ]

Edited 2018-07-13 15:00 (UTC)

[Short infopost here--the quick version is that this is Beth Greene at 33, having had a second chance at life. Happy to do something in the Vorkosigan universe, TWD canon, or a generic jamjar!]