cape_kore | [Action] Arrival post

[Lydia shakes her head. This can't be happening. No one is that good of an actor!]

It's 2012. For me, it was 2012 and I was in California and it was just fine before I woke up here like the rest of the world and the most advanced robot in existence was ASIMO by Honda and all it could do was shake hands, do simple math problems, recognize faces, and play soccer!

[There's a pause and Kobra just eyes her.]

Wow, Lyd, you're kind of a nerd, huh?

[It's kind of warm and fond, though, like he thinks it's absolutely a good a thing. Maybe he'd read her wrong. She knows things and it kind of makes sense that she's from right before everything went to shit.]

So... [He turns back to Daneel.] You're an awesome robot from the future who travels to other planets and she's from the past. Do you think there was some kinda time travel accident? Or a paradox. Those are cool unless they kill everyone.

Have there been in any forays into the invention of the postronic brain yet, or does ASIMO merely work on more traditional circuitry?

[This ASIMO sounds... well, very simplistic. If it's pre-positronics, it's hardly a robot at all by modern standards. He hadn't realised that's the sort of viewpoint they might have. Casually, he closes up his arm again; it's probably better to get that out of view, if it's potentially unsettling.]

I've never heard of time travel even being possible, except in the most tenous of theoretical senses, certainly not in any sort of practical manner. I'm afraid that theoretical temporal physics aren't something I've ever had to learn. I apologise, but I can't answer your question, Kobra.

[That causes her to snap back to herself and hastily wipe her eyes. Pull it together, Lydia. You're cracking under pressure! She practically seethes at Kobra, glaring and pointing at him.]

No, I am not. Say that again in front of anyone else and I will make it my personal mission to ruin your life.

[Time travel? Positronic brains? This is science fiction. She turns to Daneel, shaking her head.]

We-- We're nowhere close to that. Fully functioning AI's as a separate entity and simulated electronic brains? That's fantasy. It's just not possible right now with current technology. You'd be lucky to get an espresso machine that doesn't mess up a seasonal latte.

[Kobra laughs. Holy shit, what?]

How the fuck are you gonna ruin my life? The nicest place I've lived in the last few years is an abandoned gas station and I eat dog food on a regular basis.

[He's bent over a little with laughter before he straightens a little to regard Daneel.]

Not where I'm from, either. I do programming. There's nothing like that.

[Wait, what's just happened? Whatever it was, Daneel finds it alarming. He'd noticed, too, Kobra groping for a weapon that wasn't there, earlier -- he recognises the gesture as something Partner Elijah had done on occassion. He can only identify that as the gesture of someone used to carrying and using one, and frankly he doesn't know Kobra well enough to reassure himself about it.]

Please, calm yourselves. No one's life need be ruined. It seems to me that Kobra's comment was meant as a compliment, Miss Martin. Please, there's no need for threats over what I'm sure is a simple misunderstanding.

[He moves to come between them, a little. He's anxious; he even looks a little anxious.]

I believe we might have more serious matters at hand.

Gross. I could always substitute the dog food for cat food and hope the higher levels of protein ruin your kidneys.

[Shit. Stop. Turn of the smarts and go back to being a ditsy airhead. Delightfully shallow girls are more likely to be saved and taken home. She takes a deep breath.]

I am calm. I'm very calm and there has to be a logical explanation for all of this. When I find out what it is, this ragtag group of innocent victims will have a parade in my honor.

[She briefly peers at Daneel. Her curiosity is piqued, she would love to know more about him. He's fascinating... and he's right. There are more serious matters at hand.]

... What should we do?

Woah, it's okay, Dan. It's just banter, you know?

[He rests his hand on Daneel's arm, trying to calm him. That usually works with his friends, but he's not sure if robots respond the same way to things.]

If the game here is survival, we'll be okay.

[Actually, about an hour ago, he watched his brother die and while his memories are always a little fuzzy after death, he's pretty sure he died again, too, but they don't need to know that.]

We just figure out food and shelter and we figure out who our enemies are.

[Banter, fine. If the threat wasn't serious, he wouldn't pretend to understand it but he could at least accept it. Kobra's touch on his arm was interesting though. He understood its intent perfectly well, although why it was directed towards him was a bit of a mystery. But of course, they weren't used to robots in any form, and they were responding to him as though he were human, even if they knew differently.

It was maybe a little troubling, but not unpleasant, either.]

By enemies, I assume you mean those responsible for our current situation? I suspect you're right, Miss Martin, and that there must be a rational explanation for this, but I wouldn't be so presumptuous as to offer any theories myself, at this point. Securing food and shelter for those here would seem like a good start.

[Lydia nods, lips pursed and brow furrowed slightly in concentration. Without another word, she turns around and heads towards the nearest house. Daneel and Kobra are welcome to follow, but she's likely going to try and find a place to hide out.

There's no way in hell she's asking either one to stay with her...

But she really wouldn't mind the company.]

Looks like Lyd's figuring out the shelter part. Come on.

[He gives Daneel a smile and squeezes his arm before following after her. She's really not any less hostile than anyone else he's used to. May as well stick with someone he can tell is smart.]

Then we can work on food. And fuel. Do you need fuel?

I have an internal power source. It's nuclear in nature, and should provide all the power I require for several more centuries, if not longer.

[He follows as well, since he has no immediate responsibilities, and he seems to have become attached to these two for now. That's okay. Until he knows exactly what the situation is, it's easiest to follow orders and help as he can. There's still the wrist devices to investigate, he supposes, but they can probably wait.]

There seems to be a number of people here. Food for them all is a high priority.

Hm. Efficient. [She'd like to see that, but it's probably rude to ask.]

And I won't need to eat much. I'm on a diet. [She continues leading the way, pleasantly surprised that they havent left yet, and eventually stops in front of the nearest house. Cautiously, she approaches the front door and knocks.]

Hello? Is there anybody in there? Hello?

[Kobra stands close, ready to strike. She's smart, but he's pretty sure she can't fight, so he needs to be ready.

When there's no answer, he pushes the door open.]

Anyone home?

[He steps inside. The first thing he notices is a half-eaten TV dinner on a side table. No TV, though. It looks like it was torn right off the wall, actually.]

[There's no one here. Daneel knows that. Even if he's new to these abilities, there are no other minds to sense here. The place still looks lived in, though, and it's unsettling. What's happened to the people who were here? It can't have been that long ago. Food doesn't keep indefinitely.]

I don't believe anyone is here.

[Maybe saying that is saying too much about what he knows, but he's unsettled. Did the previous occupants run, or were they forced out? Neither option is comforting.]

Are we to go in?

[Empty houses usually aren't a good sign. The last time she was in one, a burnt corpse was forcing her to do his bidding. Lydia looks up at Daneel with the slightest hint of fear in her eyes before nodding and following Kobra inside.

It's eerily quiet and she doesn't like it one bit. Whoever lived here wasn't planning to leave. It was sudden.]

Never thought I'd have to resort to squatting in a recently abandoned house with a robot and some punk.

[She smiles viciously... with maybe the slightest hint of affection.]

We should check all the rooms. If it's not a crime scene, we should stay.

[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!]

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