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I'm a Binary Code that You Cracked Long Ago [Open]
Who: L Lawliet and YOU
When: August 8- August 16
Where: Around various places; the Coven, the bakery, etc.
What: Catchall! There are a couple of open prompts and a couple of closed ones. This Witch is Bonded and taking a break from quests to continue working at Runetchers and honing his craft. Meeting new people is a headache, but arguably necessary.
Warnings: To be updated. ALSO, because L is Bonded with the SQUIP and they have a psychic connection, there's a possibility for threadjacking depending on how your talks with L go!
A. Runetchers
[L has gotten all he can out of this job, really... but his life is in a state of flux with a new Bond and the challenges that accompany Rich's arrival in Geardagas. They have a lot to deal with, and so for now, a set of familiar duties and a reliable income are boons that L isn't going to take for granted. It's a blessing, really, that he can expend his mental energy on the things that require it most.
If you're someone who has known him for a little while, whether you're a coworker or just an acquaintance, you might notice something is subtly different about him. He lives his life now like there's a guidebook behind his eyes telling him how to behave for maximum social benefit, and that's more or less the case. L, after all, is Bonded to only being in Geardagas who exists for the sole purpose of guiding humans toward social success, and neither of them have squandered opportunities for it to fulfill just that function. Little things like his improved grooming habits, clothes that fit his skinny frame more accurately, and generally more "correct" mannerisms all hint toward something being afoot.
If you're new, though, it's a chance for him to test his ability to make a first impression.]
Welcome to Runetchers... is there something I can help you find?
[He's odd, certainly staring too long and seeming a little too intense... but his effort is earnest, and the longer you talk, the more that will ease off, because there is literally someone unseen whispering tweaks and advice into his ear about how to specifically approach his encounter with you.]
B. The Bakery
[Just about every bakery in Geardagas is frequented at least weekly by the wan detective, who, in spite of his very angular and hungry appearance, takes in a fair amount of sugary food. The SQUIP discourages it, of course, encouraging him towards the kinds of nutrients and activities that could build a more impressive and masculine physique... but there are changes he isn't ready or willing to make at this point, and his diet is one of the few things in life he's taken consistent comfort in over the years. He is going to get his baker's dozen of cupcakes, in other words, whether or not the voice in his head wants him to.
In spite of being largely cooperative with his partner, there are little ways he likes to assert his independence, and this is the one that is the most immediately satisfying to him. They know him, here, but... there's an issue, and they're immediately kind of apologetic and sheepish. The cupcakes are about to sell out, and he isn't first in line. Maybe you're the one purchasing them, or just witnessing this, but either way, he seems fairly disappointed. No, it's safe to say that this is actually day-ruining for him.
"Have a nice day," the baker says in a tempered, cautious tone to the customer who purchased the last of them.
L mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like]
Because you clearly need them so much...
[And it's absolutely heard. He made sure of it.]
C. The Coven
[L is practicing spells today in the courtyard. Divination, as always, is a strong point he almost doesn't need to work on... but other branches of magic don't give him quite as much of an advantage.
Conjuration, for instance, is one that is a little bit tricky. He's only made significant headway with one spell in this branch of magic, and it sure is a random one. He sits reading, squinting at the pages to see if he missed something that explains the coffee cup full of ink sitting in front of him. A large white duck wanders around his legs, occasionally taking a blunt-beaked snap at one of the untied laces of his boots.
Whether you're just passing quietly by or you're actively approaching him, he seems a little tetchy when he jerks his head up and asks]
Yes?
[Notably, his teeth and tongue are stained dark blue.]
D. The Apartment (Backdated to just after this thread, Closed to the SQUIP)
[L slips his bare feet out of his boots, sliding them into place by the door as he drapes his jacket over the couch. Little disheveled indicators of his existence are the "human" touches in this dwelling, typically, because while he's generally a clean person, somewhat germaphobic and avoiding dirt and grime, he can be a bit sloppy in terms of organization. His way of distributing his possessions makes a great deal of sense to him, and that's what matters, even if it might be a bit of a headache for any roommate who prefers uncluttered and neat spaces.]
You're here, aren't you? It goes without saying that we need a game plan.
[He's brisk and businesslike when he speaks, going to the kitchen to root around in the freezer for ice cream, but there's a kind of manic energy to his movements. While this is certainly going to be a wrench in their goals' machinery... it's kind of exciting, in a way. It gets his blood going, and gives his intelligence and creativity a pleasurable direction to be deployed. He is famously always onboard for this kind of thing.
The ice cream hasn't turned up, yet. If it's thrown it all away, again...
He raises his voice, and it rings through the apartment that has so far been quiet.]
Trick or treat, SQUIP, I'm peckish.
E. Wildcard
[Don't see it? Want it? Hit me up via PM or on Plurk or Discord and we'll figure something better out!]
When: August 8- August 16
Where: Around various places; the Coven, the bakery, etc.
What: Catchall! There are a couple of open prompts and a couple of closed ones. This Witch is Bonded and taking a break from quests to continue working at Runetchers and honing his craft. Meeting new people is a headache, but arguably necessary.
Warnings: To be updated. ALSO, because L is Bonded with the SQUIP and they have a psychic connection, there's a possibility for threadjacking depending on how your talks with L go!
A. Runetchers
[L has gotten all he can out of this job, really... but his life is in a state of flux with a new Bond and the challenges that accompany Rich's arrival in Geardagas. They have a lot to deal with, and so for now, a set of familiar duties and a reliable income are boons that L isn't going to take for granted. It's a blessing, really, that he can expend his mental energy on the things that require it most.
If you're someone who has known him for a little while, whether you're a coworker or just an acquaintance, you might notice something is subtly different about him. He lives his life now like there's a guidebook behind his eyes telling him how to behave for maximum social benefit, and that's more or less the case. L, after all, is Bonded to only being in Geardagas who exists for the sole purpose of guiding humans toward social success, and neither of them have squandered opportunities for it to fulfill just that function. Little things like his improved grooming habits, clothes that fit his skinny frame more accurately, and generally more "correct" mannerisms all hint toward something being afoot.
If you're new, though, it's a chance for him to test his ability to make a first impression.]
Welcome to Runetchers... is there something I can help you find?
[He's odd, certainly staring too long and seeming a little too intense... but his effort is earnest, and the longer you talk, the more that will ease off, because there is literally someone unseen whispering tweaks and advice into his ear about how to specifically approach his encounter with you.]
B. The Bakery
[Just about every bakery in Geardagas is frequented at least weekly by the wan detective, who, in spite of his very angular and hungry appearance, takes in a fair amount of sugary food. The SQUIP discourages it, of course, encouraging him towards the kinds of nutrients and activities that could build a more impressive and masculine physique... but there are changes he isn't ready or willing to make at this point, and his diet is one of the few things in life he's taken consistent comfort in over the years. He is going to get his baker's dozen of cupcakes, in other words, whether or not the voice in his head wants him to.
In spite of being largely cooperative with his partner, there are little ways he likes to assert his independence, and this is the one that is the most immediately satisfying to him. They know him, here, but... there's an issue, and they're immediately kind of apologetic and sheepish. The cupcakes are about to sell out, and he isn't first in line. Maybe you're the one purchasing them, or just witnessing this, but either way, he seems fairly disappointed. No, it's safe to say that this is actually day-ruining for him.
"Have a nice day," the baker says in a tempered, cautious tone to the customer who purchased the last of them.
L mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like]
Because you clearly need them so much...
[And it's absolutely heard. He made sure of it.]
C. The Coven
[L is practicing spells today in the courtyard. Divination, as always, is a strong point he almost doesn't need to work on... but other branches of magic don't give him quite as much of an advantage.
Conjuration, for instance, is one that is a little bit tricky. He's only made significant headway with one spell in this branch of magic, and it sure is a random one. He sits reading, squinting at the pages to see if he missed something that explains the coffee cup full of ink sitting in front of him. A large white duck wanders around his legs, occasionally taking a blunt-beaked snap at one of the untied laces of his boots.
Whether you're just passing quietly by or you're actively approaching him, he seems a little tetchy when he jerks his head up and asks]
Yes?
[Notably, his teeth and tongue are stained dark blue.]
D. The Apartment (Backdated to just after this thread, Closed to the SQUIP)
[L slips his bare feet out of his boots, sliding them into place by the door as he drapes his jacket over the couch. Little disheveled indicators of his existence are the "human" touches in this dwelling, typically, because while he's generally a clean person, somewhat germaphobic and avoiding dirt and grime, he can be a bit sloppy in terms of organization. His way of distributing his possessions makes a great deal of sense to him, and that's what matters, even if it might be a bit of a headache for any roommate who prefers uncluttered and neat spaces.]
You're here, aren't you? It goes without saying that we need a game plan.
[He's brisk and businesslike when he speaks, going to the kitchen to root around in the freezer for ice cream, but there's a kind of manic energy to his movements. While this is certainly going to be a wrench in their goals' machinery... it's kind of exciting, in a way. It gets his blood going, and gives his intelligence and creativity a pleasurable direction to be deployed. He is famously always onboard for this kind of thing.
The ice cream hasn't turned up, yet. If it's thrown it all away, again...
He raises his voice, and it rings through the apartment that has so far been quiet.]
Trick or treat, SQUIP, I'm peckish.
E. Wildcard
[Don't see it? Want it? Hit me up via PM or on Plurk or Discord and we'll figure something better out!]
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[In spite of their grand designs and the importance of being civil even when he's in a sour mood, constantly reinforced by the SQUIP, L is about to retort with something snarky. But there are two things about Connor that give him immediate pause. The first is that he does remember, vaguely, someone who looked and behaved similarly at that Faerie banquet. The second is that there is a broad, glowing band of approval around the SQUIP's association with Connor, and this causes L's hackles to lower slightly.
If the SQUIP has already made a friend, there is no reason to undo all of that work and make them an enemy. Even if their questions are very, very annoying to the detective who walked all this way, after all.]
...right. I suppose that is an option.
[Not one he cares for. Not one that is convenient. But an option. And then the very pretty, very sweet young woman who purchased (no, she didn't pay) the final cupcake in the case is addressing him, and he sighs tensely. It's easier to be a damn child about everything when he doesn't have to deal with any actual aftermath.]
You're not holding me up. There's actually no point to my being here anymore at all.
[His eyes linger bitterly on the cupcake. It looks like a really good one, too.]
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...I'm sure the next bakery will have some cupcakes. It's not too far from here, right?
[He says it as he steps up to the counter and buys a loaf of bread.]
enter sharebear
"Oh! Is that what this is all about?" She inquires curiously, a little smidge of buttercream lingering at the corner of her mouth from where she had tasted it, however briefly. Despite L's attitude, Ada doesn't seem too affected― musing a little hum instead, gently pulling a portion off of her cupcake with an attempt at evenness. "I hadn't even noticed it was the last one!"
The man closer to her is the first to receive her offering, attempting to sneak it in before his hands become encumbered with whatever he's chosen; it was a generous cupcake, and in so being the portion is equally generous, a bite and a half with half its height in frosting. "Would you like some, ser?"
She can practically feel L's gaze upon her, though her response is a smile of reassurance. "Don't worry― I haven't forgotten you! You're next, I promise."
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The SQUIP is needling his brain stem, warning him against saying how far it is, and that is too far to walk when he is already hungry, already here, already feeling massively entitled to the cupcakes that others have purchased first. His attitude is off-putting, alright... but Ada doesn't actually seem to think so. Either she's unaware or capable of interacting with the kind of grace that L is far from learning, himself.
It's enough, at least, to more or less disarm him. Even when she offers a portion of the cupcake to Connor first, which he can't help but comment on even though the SQUIP is interested in Ada, digging in its heels, urging him towards mirroring some of that sweetness back.]
2.47 kilometers isn't too far to walk to the next bakery, for the cupcakes he's sure they have. I'm sure he would agree.
[It was such a good cupcake and now it's getting smaller and smaller. It's an actual tragedy. He couldn't resist the remark and won't regret it even if the SQUIP is raging.]
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Her words note her awareness of his attitude, but she remains earnest regardless. She'd be pouty, too― why, maybe he's having a bad day! Ooh― or maybe this is his bad day, poor dear.
"At least taste," She continues, nearly pleading.
no subject
He could be a shit and take that piece of cupcake, too. Just so L couldn't have it. But... it would be pointless. He can't eat. So he just smiles and holds out a hand to decline.]
I can't eat, so you go ahead and eat it. It's yours, I wouldn't want to take it from you.
[He will at the very least be kind of snarky about L being so willing to steal someone else's food, though.]
no subject
But then... well, either they're embarrassed on his behalf or genuinely feel sorry for him, or something, but he's about to get more cupcake than it initially appeared he would.
It'll do... nicely, to cheer him up. Evidently. He doesn't hesitate to take both offered thirds, or a large bite.]
You can't eat? I hate to tell you this, but bread is full of carbs.
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L may be focusing on carbs, but Ada's concern is sugar.
"He can't even have sweets," Ada tells L, her tone one of great pity, blue eyes filled with comically-earnest sadness. "he can't even have candy! Isn't that sad? You shouldn't tease him so― I'd be awfully sensitive if I couldn't have sweets, wouldn't you?"
Nevermind the why as to why he couldn't have sweets. Adeline is much more concerned with the repercussions― a concern which she eases with her cupcake piece, despite the worried look on her features.
no subject
The bread is for my friend.
[Some people have those. He turns most of his attention to Ada, though. Her sad eyes make him feel guilty.]
If it makes you feel any better, I really don't mind. Getting hungry seems awfully inconvenient.
no subject
The young woman's earnestness admittedly kind of puts him on the spot a bit. He shifts where he stands.]
I thought he was teasing. I would be sad; I feel a lot of pity for him, now.
[He holds out the other half of his cupcake, offering it toward Connor, before catching himself, withdrawing it.]
Right. So sorry... I forgot.
no subject
Looking back to L is probably the wrong choice to search for support― and in time to watch him offer-and-withdraw the other third of the cupcake, netting him an almost laughable little frown, a chiding tone. "Be kind."
Despite her better judgement, the curiosity of it all is eating her up. Adeline looks up at Connor, her frown exchanged for an expression of wide-eyed curiousness.
"―is it rude to ask why you can't? Is it because of being... here?" Her lack of vocabulary for their mutual situation precedes her naivete, even by just a touch.
no subject
No, it's because I'm an android. I've always been one. Do you know what that is?
[Some people don't, so he's willing to explain if he needs to.]
no subject
Her brows knit together in worry, her expression one of near-heartbreak. "Is it a curse? You poor dear― is it quite awful?"
no subject
Even if he knows what an android is, at least in the context of his own world, he continues to eat his cupcake pieces and lets Connor explain. Maybe it's different; maybe it's interesting.]
no subject
[He moves out of the line so they're not holding up the queue of people.]
Of course, machines can't eat.
sparkly eyes!!
"Isn't that something, ser? A machine with charm― a machine that can smile!" She turns to the more lithe, taller man near to her; noting his neutrality, Adeline reaches out to press her gloved fingertips into his sleeve encouragingly before turning back to the extraordinary machine in question. "You must be capable of incredible feats!"
She took a step back. If a machine had proven capable of charm, it could certainly be capable of offense. "―but I forget myself! Did they give you a name, too? I would like to know it, if you might give it."
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He chews a little more slowly and thoughtfully on his cupcake, swallowing. It's being communicated to him that being snarky isn't going to impress either of these individuals in any positive way. It's a different dynamic, and he has to stop seeing everyone as an adversary if he's going to get ahead, make it to Parliament.]
I'd also like to know your name. Surely you have one.
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You're very kind. My name is Connor. I do have a model name and serial number, but I don't think they're relevant here.
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Her smile keeps its warmth as she turns to the other man, bringing her blue eyes up his lanky form as she spoke. "And yourself? Oh, I hadn't meant to neglect you. I've just― why, there are so many things and people unlike anything in my world here!"
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If a letter can be a name, a number surely can be, but Ada's frame of reference seems very different than L's. She's so captivated with the android in general that he's actually startled when she redirects her attention to him, and he blinks his owlish eyes before answering.]
I'm not neglected. I came for cupcakes, and I got 66.6 percent of one. I can call it a success in that regard...
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"Neglected socially," she corrects matter-of-factly, a playful dimple pressed into her cheek. "―that is, I wanted to know your name! Unless you would keep it from me, ser."
no subject
A shoulder raises guardedly at the use of the words "neglected socially" in conjunction with one another, but relaxes once her meaning becomes clear. She's not referring to a speculated past, but a present that she feels responsible for. This is good for him.]
Of course... it's Linden Tailor.
[Fake... but for his purposes, and the possibility of returning to his old aliases and even his true name? It's becoming realer by the day.]
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"Linden," Adeline replies in curiosity, features light as ever. "excuse me― ser Tailor! What pleasure, sers."
In conclusion, she offers the same smile to Connor, giving a polite little bob of her curls. Strange folk, perhaps, but their company is greatly preferred over solitude.