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SHAME YOUR CHARACTER! the meme


 

Familiar with the concept of 'pet shaming'? Basically, your pet does something bad, you give them a sign, and take a picture so the whole world knows their sins. Google has many examples. Now. We do this for our characters.

○ Post with your character! Name and Canon in the header.

○ DO NOT LEAVE YOUR COMMENT BLANK. BLANK COMMENTS WILL BE DELETED.

○ A magical invisible fairy has placed a shame sign on your character of whatever terrible (or terribly embarrassing) thing your character is guilty of. Write what this sign says in the comment section.

○ Tag out! Make a new friend! And by make a new friend I mean make fun of them!

Comments

[rk800model51]

Regrettable, but...it does happen. [He offers a small, soft smile.] That is of course suggesting Reed responds to reports.

[His own attempt at a joke to put her at ease. She seems like she needs it. She...seems like she needs a number of things in terms of support. But she hasn't progressed anywhere in his hierarchy of relationships, so he can't ask any personal questions yet.]

[underachievement]

[ That elicits a shaky chuckle. Apparently even people programmed to like that dickhead just can't find it in themselves. ]

Here's hoping the first job you take is his.

[rk800model51]

I...would very much like to make detective one day were it ever possible, but not at the cost of someone else's livelihood. But if there are any cases you would like for me to assist you on, I'm here.

Speaking as a friend, of course.

[underachievement]

Listening, as a skeptical acquaintance. [ Which is honestly better than most people get. ]

Have you "aided" any deviants so far or is it just an avenue you're hoping to explore one day?

[rk800model51]

To admit to that would be a very serious infraction that could see me incarcerated, destroyed, or reset. [His faint smile widens slightly as he winks]

But if you wish to latch onto a hunch, there's very little I can do to stop you.

[underachievement]

[ That wink manages to unsettle and amuse her at the same time. She can't remember the last time she saw a human do that. ]

Yeah, all right. I'll be checking your references. [ After tracking some down. That won't pay and will lead to some upsetting interactions, so Jess isn't actually committing to it, despite her claim. When she does, it probably won't be for altruistic reasons. ]

[rk800model51]

You do know you don't have to if you'd prefer to process this interaction. It's not my intention to annoy you or make you feel uncomfortable. [He scans everything - it's an autonomous function. When her stress levels escalate, he is aware. To a certain degree.]

I appreciate our conversation nevertheless.

[underachievement]

Believe me, I'm processing. [ Her turn to smile, albeit disingenuously. ]

It's a cop thing, not an android thing.

[rk800model51]

[Connor's LED spins, aware of the fact that the smile doesn't meet her eyes. It's a common human action. One he knows better to think too much of.]

Obviously. Having as much information as possible before deciding on a course of action is very important.

[underachievement]

[ She can't help but be distracted by it, for a flash. She doesn't interact with androids on the reg. ]

I'm betting it helps when there's a wireless router in your skull.

[rk800model51]

At times. At others, it's a complication. After all, I take calls through my central processor. It wasn't a problem when I was still affiliated with CyberLife, but I find it intrusive as of late.

[underachievement]

I guess getting a landline's not an option. Can they override voicemail?

[rk800model51]

Not that I'm aware of, though I've never tested it. I often only receive calls pertinent to the DPD.

[underachievement]

Always on call -- makes sense. [ And sounds like a nightmare. ] Good to know there's nothing going down right now. [ Propaganda makes it seem like there's never a lull in outlaw android activity. ]

[rk800model51]

No.

If you have any suggestions for what to do in the meantime, I am of course open to it. I...don't really know what to do in times like these. Mainly, I process the files I haven't already.

[underachievement]

[ Normally, hanging out with someone she just met is the last thing she'd want to do, spontaneous hookups notwithstanding. But she doesn't know much about androids or how they work and here's an opportunity to find out more, knocking on her bustedass front door. ]

Get coffee. It's a good excuse to people-watch -- not that it'll work for you but I'm thirsty, so. [ She'll be his excuse. She'll just yank that sign off him before heading the charge. ]

[rk800model51]

[Connor's LED flashes before he follows her quietly, relieved she didn't ask him to get it for her or refer to him as a 'dipshit.' Detective Reed hasn't physically struck him since that day in the evidence room, but the verbal slurs still remain.]

Do you people-watch often?

[underachievement]

[ In stride, Jess slips the sign into a trash can as they make their way out. ]

It's most of what I do. [ She's exaggerating. A little. ]

[rk800model51]

[Connor allows her adjustments, curious that she doesn't want him to be labeled at all times. Android freedoms or not, most humans seem to prefer to know who is android and who isn't. It's why so many androids remove their LEDs for reasons of acceptance as much as blending in.]

You don't have any friends? Or family?

[His tone is curious, but also somewhat concerned. Humans are very social. He's used to Hank isolating himself. But it seems the only humans he ever meets are ones in similar situations. It's not healthy for them, though they hate to hear that. Not that he can really comment on the matter.]

[underachievement]

[ His uniform has him sufficiently on blast; the sign was overkill. Hazardous overkill, at that. He might as well have been wearing a sandwich board with "ASK ME ABOUT JUDGMENT DAY" scrawled on it. And if he ever wants to figure out his personality, having major tenets written out and hung around his neck has to be a setback in mining the nuances.

She falls into step beside him, staring straight ahead. ]

I have an assistant. [ And a sister, which she doesn't advertise for her sake. ] And... [ Defenders? Colleagues she'll never call on or offer to work with again? A dead lawyer? ] contacts.

[rk800model51]

[Connor tilts his head down to try and meet her eye as they walk, but it's the same as trying to talk to anyone he works with. Very few of them like to look him in the eye. They say he makes them uncomfortable. This is something he's doing his best to remedy.]

Yes. And I have a partner whom I was assigned to investigate cases with. But that relationship is also very different.

[He and Hank clash often. It's better than it was when he was first assigned to the DPD and he does consider Hank a mentor or guide in many situations, but the term 'friend' is subjective and calling him a father figure is both forward and likely not what Hank wants to hear given his history. Yet like Jessica...that's his only interaction on an average day. And he can detect traces of alcohol on her person.]

May I ask why?

[underachievement]

[ She can surmise that his partner isn't Reed. There are a handful of other detectives it could be, not all of whom she's had the pleasure of interacting with. ]

A lot of reasons. Including the "I'm an asshole" one. [ There's never a cafe too far off in a city this big. She gestures to the other side of the street, where one is nestled on the corner, and comes to a stop at the crosswalk. ] Who's your partner?

[rk800model51]

[Connor frowns.] But you're not. I would know if you were. For what it's worth. Your interactions with me seem to point in the opposite direction.

[Reed struck him in the breakroom for refusing to get him a coffee. Fowler still refers to him as an 'it.' And Hank...is still struggling with alcoholism and a bad temper when he's had too much. There haven't been more incidents with guns, but Connor is now careful to avoid those. Yet he will admit Hank has made progress.]

Lt. Hank Anderson. He's late today. It's...been a bad week. For him personally.

[underachievement]

[ It's not worth much, as it wouldn't from any human acquaintance. Though in his case it may indicate his sensors need recalibrating. He can check in on it at his own prerogative; doubtless he will, if they make continual run-ins with each other.

Jess briefly trawls her memories while they wait for the walk signal. ] Jimmy Buffett? [ Her name for Hank, in deference to his fascinatingly awful shirts. ] Thanks for telling me. I'll avoid Jimmy's. [ bar. Jimmy should be pleased. ]

[rk800model51]

[Connor's LED flashes, cross-referencing the name with the list of albums in Hank's home. It's...an effective nickname, he supposes. From what he's gathered on the subject.]

Why would we have to avoid anything? I wasn't aware you walked into a bar for coffee unless you were already inebriated.

[Not that he would know. While there's some things he'll never experience, there's some he's sure he doesn't want to. Witnessing Hank in an incoherent, messy state at times just serves to make him...sad. He thinks. There's no other description for it.]