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[Action] Arrival post

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[Kobra's staying even if it is a crime scene. This is a pretty swanky place. He figures he should probably go first in case there's anything dangerous, but he also figures that if he says that, Lydia'll get pissed, so he just does it.

He heads straight for the first open door. It's a colorful kid's room with a twin bed in the corner and Yo Gabba Gabba posters on one of the walls.]

I want this room. It's awesome.

[Wait, is he being included in taking possession of this house? How exactly did that happen? It looks like there's quite a few houses, but there are also quite a few people out in the main square who'll need shelter, and what right does he have to take any of the resources available?

This also isn't exactly the normal procedure for an ownership transferral, but nothing about this is normal.

In the meantime, Daneel lays a hand on Kobra's shoulder.]

I think that can be considered, but might I suggest that we ensure this is a safe place to stay, first?

[Yes. Yes he is. It doesn't matter how it happened, it's happening.

Lydia takes one look at decor and tilts her head, humming thoughtfully.] It definitely suits your maturity level. All yours.

[She takes her condescending attitude down the hall and hesitantly opens the door to the master bedroom. She peeks in, eyeing the clothes lying on the floor before stepping in front of the large vanity mirror and checking her hair.]

Looks like I found my room. Daneel, do you ever power down or recharge?

[He'd need a place to stay, right? Do robots need rooms?

It looks about as safe as we can expect. Those creepy cameras are everywhere, but it's a place to sleep and it's inside and everything.

[He smiles at Daneel, resting his hand over Daneel's and giving it a squeeze.]

Don't worry so much. We'll be okay.

[He walks into the hallway, giving Daneel's arm a light tug to follow him before letting go. There's a pull-down ladder for the attic in the ceiling. He stops and points to it.]

If there's anything creepy, I bet it's up there. Creepy shit always happens in attics and basements.

I'm not worried, per se, but I am concerned for your safety.

[There's a line there, he's sure, and he's definitely the latter. He thinks so, anyway.]

I don't need any sort of rest, Miss Martin. The most I would ever require is some shelter during inclement weather, to protect myself from physical damage in the events of a storm.

[He looks up at the attic door, considering for a moment, and he reaches up to pull the ladder down.]

If there is anything 'creepy' there, we should make note of it now.

[Well, good. While Daneel is concerned for Kobra's safety, Lydia will be concerned for an entirely different reason as she hides behind her newly-claimed door.]

If you seen any spiders, don't tell me. Just squish them. I don't want to know. Just get rid of them.

[He doesn't laugh at Daneel's words, but it's a close thing. He's just not used to anyone being worried or concerned or whatever unless there's a gun pointed at him. He'd still been kind of young when things started going to shit. Is that just normal? He guesses that when there aren't really bad things to worry about, it's easy to worry about little things instead.]

I'll be careful if you will, Dan, but you should totally come here when there's, like, inclement weather or you just want to chill inside or whatever. "Mi casa" and all that.

[Then he yells towards the back of the house.] And don't worry, Lyd, we'll take care of any hypothetical spiders for you. Promise.

[Oh, he's definitely putting spiders in her bed later.]

[Are there poisonous spiders in this climate? That's something he should try to find out.]

That's very kind of you to offer. I'll remember your offer if I need it.

[He's honestly pleased. He's used to the Spacer disregard for robots -- nothing unkind, truly, but just a general dismissal, a disinterest. This is different. Even Kobra's use of a nickname is entirely different.

Daneel climbs up, taking the lead -- not that he really believes there's anything dangerous in the attic, but it's better to be careful, and it's better he take the risk. The attic is nothing particularly special: dusty, with boxes and old furniture stacked against the walls. There might be the odd spider, or even a mouse or two, but nothing dangerous, nothing creepy.]

I believe it's safe.

... I don't understand.

[She slowly emerges from her room and stands next to the ladder, peering up but leaving enough room for Kobra to go next if he so wished.]

If there's no danger here, why did they leave? What are we supposed to be doing? I have a life! I have people to get back to. I don't have time to be hiding in a house filled with cameras and no way out! I just want my phone back-- ... My phone.

[How the hell is she supposed to snap pictures of herself to kill the time?! No one online is going to see how gorgeous her makeup turned out that day!]

Hey, I have a life, too. [He starts to climb up after Daneel.] Well, sort of. I think I died, but that's just life, right? I usually bounce back. Hopefully my brother woke up again, too.

[The idea of life without Poison is pretty bad, if he thinks about it, and he hopes Ghoul and Jet got away, but who knows?]

Oh, hey, this isn't so bad. Just dusty, but dust is no big deal, right? Come on up. I'll keep anything crawly away.

[Daneel's started to open a box, feeling not entirely comfortable with going through some absent person's belongings but justifying it on the basis that Partner Elijah would have investigated however necessary, but at this comment he turns in alarm. It's never good to hear of humans dying, never, no matter how inevitable it really is. Kobra is not dead, why is he talking like he should be?]

What do you mean, you think you died? You are very much alive, Kobra. Is this an attempt at humour?

[He's very serious, very intent on this point. If it's a joke, it's not one he understands the point of. He doesn't like it.]

If you died, you wouldn't be talking and we wouldn't be subjected to your mindless chatter.

[And yet, the only reason she is following them up there is because Kobra said he'd keep the crawly things away.]

... It's a good space. There's potential. Everything in this house needs to be cleaned.

Dying isn't always permanent where I'm from. Like it can be, but you just gotta hope that it's not. I've died a few times, but Killjoys never really die.

[it's obviously a quip, something he says to comfort himself.]

I just hope my brother's alive somewhere. He died right before I did and he's not here.

[He doesn't understand. Death is permanent. That's what death is.]

Humans are mortal. In the end, all human beings must... die.

[His voice grows strangely hushed on that last word, like he doesn't want to be caught saying a dirty word.]

This is how things are. If you've died several times... and you are a Killjoy.... are Killjoys not human?

I would also like to know the answer to this. Either you're severely over exaggerating or you're some kind of poor, misguided manchild that needs to start wearing a helmet.

[But his brother. His brother died? That...

Lydia rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Being nice is almost as hard as letting her guard down.]

Sorry. Comfort isn't really my thing. Not the verbal kind, anyway.

No, I'm a regular human. I guess you could say that I was medically dead. It's happened before. Plenty of people die for real. I've just been lucky. We all have.

[He tries not to think about it too hard.]

And FYI, helmets don't help much with laser beams. I have a motorcycle helmet somewhere. It doesn't do shit. I was in a fire fight and I went down. End of story.

[He stares at Kobra for a moment or two, unsettled. Medically dead but revivable he understands. Laser beams -- an alternate term for a blaster, he can only assume - he understands. Nevertheless, none of this is pleasant to process.]

Very little armor does much in the way of a blaster shot, as I understand. I'm glad you're well, Kobra, whatever did happen to you and your brother. I hadn't observed any injuries to your person. Are you well now?

[In a weird way, this is all hitting a little too close to home. Jackson had died. Jackson died in her arms and then suddenly he wasn't dead. He was something else. She still loved him, of course. She'd always love him. But he died.

Peter had killed him. After she'd done everything he'd asked, that was how he repaid her.

Lydia backed away slowly, heading back down the ladder.]

You two can keep exploring. I'm going to clean out that room and lie down. Whatever you do, don't bother me. And do something about those cameras!

[The stomp of heels down the hall and the slamming of her door signaled that she was done making new friends for the time being.

... But she was glad they were there.]

Man, she is high strung.

[He smiles at Daneel.]

And I'm fine, Dan. Totally in one piece and everything. I'll try not to get shot again for a while.

[She'd... been upset. He isn't sure why, but it's distressing and he can't do anything about it just now. He turns back to Kobra, and after a moment's consideration, nods.]

I don't intend to let you be shot, if I have anything to do with it. I don't know much about where we are, but I hope it's not a regular danger.

[He turns back to the box he'd abandoned, and opens it up finally. It's... full of clothes. This isn't surprising, he supposes.]

Thanks, Dan. [He grins.] I won't let you get hurt, either, okay? We'll have each other's backs and Lydia's, too.

[He holds up a fist. Do robots fist-bump?]

Your concern is pleasant, Kobra, and I thank you, but I am only a robot.

[He's obviously expected to return some sort of gesture, but he isn't at all sure what it might be, and he hesitates briefly, looking at Kobra's fist before also lifting his own fisted hand, but he just holds it there, not sure what the significance of any of it is.]

Uh, you're a totally awesome robot from the future. There's no only about that.

[He grins and taps Daneel's fist lightly with his own.]

Besides, if you have my back, I have yours. That's the rule.

[Oh. That's how it's supposed to work. He'll remember this fistbumping thing, anyway, though the social significance of it escapes him for the moment. For now, he's feeling particularly pleased with the way things are going. He's always assumed the human attitude towards robots was to a certain extent inherent: superiority, or dislike, or distrust, and he's seen it on multiple worlds in multiple societies, to differing degrees. Maybe it's more cultural than he thought, and that's an interesting piece of information.]

I'll remember this rule then, Kobra. Miss Martin and yourself have been very kind to me already.

Well, how else would we treat you? [Daneel's been just as nice, if not nicer. He deserves to be treated well and if anyone disagrees, Kobra will fix that.]

Lyd's cool. A little high-strung, but I like her. [He smiles.]

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