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[high_roller]

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

[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.]

[underachievement]

Later. [ Although, not that much later. Mr. 800 nudges a couple minutes closer with each of his more personal inquiries. ] I wasn't planning on bringing you along.

[rk800model51]

With all due respect, I'd probably see you there anyway. If you weren't avoiding it. Especially if Lt. Anderson isn't home. But I assure you, you wouldn't be bothered.

[Dragging Hank out of bars isn't uncommon. It's become something of a routine. He only wishes it were less common and make a note to do the same for Jessica if she's ever in such trouble. Bars often have closing hours. And inebriated women are unfortunately preyed upon.]

Can I ask you a sensitive question?

[underachievement]

[ Because of his partner, she assumes. It does lead her to wonder where an android would find an easier time blending in: a cafe or a bar. (Under the umbrella of "easier" also falls "safer".) Idle curiosity that disappears with his ensuing preface, which bemuses her. ]

Go nuts. [ How much more personal can it get than "don't you have any friends?" Jess nods to the crossing light as it bids them to walk and resumes stride toward the coffee shop. ]

[rk800model51]

Why are you doing this if you seemingly despise me so much?

[He doesn't take it personally - he's used to this sort of treatment. But it is highly confusing. Humans are confusing. Namely when they say one thing and do another.]

[underachievement]

Either you've been real with me or you're trying to bait me into some kind of confession. [ She would despise him in the second case, but jury's still out. If he's a legitimate deviant, then so far she just despises his eagerness to trust people who blatantly label themselves as untrustworthy. And she doesn't need to like someone to value their potential as a resource. ] Figuring out which is as good a way as any to kill an afternoon.

[rk800model51]

I don't know what kind of confession I would bait you into. That's...that's the honest truth, I only know that we work together. [His tone is a gentle one - one that he hopes isn't being dictated by his software because he's more aware of it now. But it's still there. Telling him he should ask further questions that may drive the interpersonal hierarchy down rather than up. Or boost it in his favor. The desire to succeed still outweighs most things even without an actual mission.]

Hypothetically speaking...as a deviant, I would assume I have more to hide than you. I can't expect you to want to share anything of that nature. If either of us have done anything at all.

[underachievement]

[ If his tactic is convincing her through earnestness, he's wearing it out to no avail. Could be that he's playing the long game and switching approaches like masks would give it away. Usually, sincerity repelled her, but the fake kind she can stand. She's betting (wrongly) on being a whetstone for his interrogation technique. That's in line with her work, making him easier company than the two or three friends she has. ]

Say that's true and I've got most of the power here: Why are you doing this? [ Why tell her anything? ]

[rk800model51]

I...don't know. I have few friends regarding either androids or humans. But I would like to make more.

[Connor doesn't know what else to tell her. The fact will always remain that while Markus didn't see the gun, North did. As did several androids and that makes Jericho wary of him. It makes him wary of himself. As for humans, they still view him as an android. It's a lonely existence, he supposes. But he doesn't begrudge it either.]

Of course, I wouldn't dream of being your friend...after all, you definitely don't want any of those.

[There's a light, sarcastic edge to his tone. Possibly even teasing as he glances at her out of the corner of his eye, somewhat playful.]

[underachievement]

Sure don't.

[ She volleys his sarcasm back with a soft-edged smirk as she grabs the cafe door handle and pulls it open. Then she holds it there, allowing him to enter first. It's both a jab at their perceived roles as android and human, and a measure to avoid so-called chivalry, in case he's programmed for that. ]