[Rich had seen the video, and had been quite a bit unsure with how to go about this. On the one hand, it's Connor's very first birthday, and that's obviously a special occasion. Plus, Connor says anyone he's met is invited, and Rich has definitely met him. Still, their first meeting was obviously strained, and Rich isn't sure if he's exactly ready to talk to someone who shares components of the thing that kept him prisoner in his own body so long.
In the end, he decides he's just chickening out and being... speciesist? Speciesist. Which is super not cool of him. Connor deserves a chance to be more than the first AI Rich experienced. He could at least turn Rich's opinions on androids into 50% good ones.
So he comes to the party. He even finds a small gift, even if he struggled on deciding what Connor might like. He keeps it behind his back as he approaches the pool, eyes widening once he catches a glance of him.]
Oh, wow. Hey Connor, something about you seems off... I'd almost say it was pretty fishy.
[Like he's never heard that one before.]
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[Honestly, he should have expected this. His last big party ended in terror and tragedy. Of course this one would end up just the same.
It starts around midnight, like some really fucked up Cinderella story. His scars start to itch, which isn't really anything new, but it's definitely uncomfortable enough to get his attention. He tries to ignore it, only scratching occasionally in between chatting with the other partygoers... but then he scratches his cheek, and when he moves his hand down, his fingernails are caked with blood. His long, pointed fingernails, that seem to be hardening in the light of the moon.
He rushes off to the bathroom (funny, that was always Michael's strategy, but maybe Rich has picked it up now that they're friends), washes off the blood, and then tries desperately to process what's happening. Amongst the burn scars on his cheek, he can see something else... rusty red scales, though he can't tell if the colour is natural or from the blood.
He doesn't know what to do but stand and watch, tears starting to collect at the corners of his eyes. He tries so hard to be quiet, tries so hard not to let anyone hear he's in pain. He should be used to this... but apparently monstrous transformations are a little bit harder to stay silent over in comparison to drunken fathers. Anyone wandering by or waiting for the bathroom may hear faint gasping and swearing, paired with near sobs as the changes worsen.]
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[Rich had seen the video, and had been quite a bit unsure with how to go about this. On the one hand, it's Connor's very first birthday, and that's obviously a special occasion. Plus, Connor says anyone he's met is invited, and Rich has definitely met him. Still, their first meeting was obviously strained, and Rich isn't sure if he's exactly ready to talk to someone who shares components of the thing that kept him prisoner in his own body so long.
In the end, he decides he's just chickening out and being... speciesist? Speciesist. Which is super not cool of him. Connor deserves a chance to be more than the first AI Rich experienced. He could at least turn Rich's opinions on androids into 50% good ones.
So he comes to the party. He even finds a small gift, even if he struggled on deciding what Connor might like. He keeps it behind his back as he approaches the pool, eyes widening once he catches a glance of him.]
Oh, wow. Hey Connor, something about you seems off... I'd almost say it was pretty fishy.
[Like he's never heard that one before.]
[Open to all!]
[Honestly, he should have expected this. His last big party ended in terror and tragedy. Of course this one would end up just the same.
It starts around midnight, like some really fucked up Cinderella story. His scars start to itch, which isn't really anything new, but it's definitely uncomfortable enough to get his attention. He tries to ignore it, only scratching occasionally in between chatting with the other partygoers... but then he scratches his cheek, and when he moves his hand down, his fingernails are caked with blood. His long, pointed fingernails, that seem to be hardening in the light of the moon.
He rushes off to the bathroom (funny, that was always Michael's strategy, but maybe Rich has picked it up now that they're friends), washes off the blood, and then tries desperately to process what's happening. Amongst the burn scars on his cheek, he can see something else... rusty red scales, though he can't tell if the colour is natural or from the blood.
He doesn't know what to do but stand and watch, tears starting to collect at the corners of his eyes. He tries so hard to be quiet, tries so hard not to let anyone hear he's in pain. He should be used to this... but apparently monstrous transformations are a little bit harder to stay silent over in comparison to drunken fathers. Anyone wandering by or waiting for the bathroom may hear faint gasping and swearing, paired with near sobs as the changes worsen.]