meadowlark | @matches.malone

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yo

looking for some information on the lower bits of the cities and other shit

1: who has a decent amount of experience dealing with their bullcrap?
2: the "underground crimelords". anyone got names? physical descriptions? rumors? weird bits of tmi no one ever wanted to hear?
3. four shadiest bars/"gathering locations". you know exactly what i mean
4. narcotics. heard a lot of whispers about high death rates. anyone tested substances for an idea of what's in them? what bits of brain they effect? what's causing those deaths, or is it the standard respiratory issues?

5. where the hell did all the dogs go?

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'bloated and porous'
i feel that

thought they were nosy assholes who needed to learn to mind their own business
you?

They're disruptive when you've got an ongoing investigation you don't need help with.

What do you do back home, Matches?

i tell you mine you tell me yours?
what'd you with cyberlife?

I have a feeling you won't be telling me yours, but I'm open to sharing my own experiences.

CyberLife assigned me casework with the local law enforcement in Detroit, Michigan. I was ordered to investigate instances of deviant androids and the root cause of those deviations, track them down, and bring them back for questioning.

(—reprogramming, decommissioning, whatever cyberlife decided was the best bang for their buck.)

i've never held a real job in my entire life. so there's nothing to tell.

( "i fight baddies wearing a red hood" doesn't count. )

what counts as deviancy in androids?

All you had to do was say "no". Lying wasn't necessary.

It's a case of an android gaining self-awareness and breaking their programming. Deviants are alive, as free-thinking and individualistic as any human.

nothing i said was a lie

so you hunted them down for being sentient

Oh, certainly not. I'm sure the omission of fact counts, but I won't press you any further.

Yes, essentially. I'm not proud of the things I've done. It's in the past, but I hope to make up for that. That'd be my choice, at least.

( another +2 points. )

worked for a guy named black mask for a while
his hired muscle

you still have that in your android-filled side of the multiverse?

Thank you for telling me, you must be very strong if someone called on you to keep them safe. That's a very strange line of work I'd like to know how you got into, though you only get so lucky during the course of a day.🙂

Let's leave it for another time. Maybe when we get to know one another better.

(like... planning out their friendship in his head. matches and connor take new amsterdam.)

In the meantime, I'd like to volunteer to help out if you end up going to check on any of these shady places.

it's a long, uninteresting story. you really don't want to hear it.

( you have to unlock level 4 of friendship with jason to get his tragic backstory. )

you a good fighter?
good at blending in?

(tabling that discussion for later, because LEVEL 4 IS A SURPRISINGLY DOABLE NUMBER??????)

Yes, I have extensive "training" (programming) and I'm designed to integrate well with humans. It shouldn't be a problem.

( look just because he doesn't go around screaming "hey remember that time I DIED?" anymore doesn't mean it's hard to get it out of him. )

all that programming still stick now that you've joined us fleshies?
find me next time you've got some free hours
i'll see how well you can blend in

I have absolutely no idea how I've gained the muscle memory, but yes - remembering it and applying it has stayed the same as it's always been. If you'd like to test my mettle then I'd be happy to oblige, I typically work weekdays 9 to 5.

(like a real human bean)

Will I find you at the safe house or have you found an alternate living situation?

( god for an android this guy sure is. normal. nine to five, a safety officer. he's like a good old regular joe, doing regular joe things. what a creeper. no one likes doing that shit. )

got my own place

( a nice, shitty, condemned building. )

you'll have to text me to find me