Technical Boy (
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deerfeed2020-10-08 11:08 am
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[ To say that the Technical Boy had spent the first week of October locked inside the apartment the he and K share while losing his damn mind would be something of an understatement. The stroke of midnight had knocked him unconscious, and the coinciding loss of all electronics had kept him that way intermittently ever since. There is nothing worse for a technology god than the sudden, violent loss of access to technology.
FUCK, he hates Octobers in this place.
Anyone familiar with Tech Boy's usual appearance can tell his look in the video feed is unusual. He's in a completely dark room (not lit by candles or the evil red light), illuminated by only the screen of his Fluid. He's wearing a dark sweater too large for him, and his usually fastidiously coiffed hair is loose to his shoulders. He has a cut under one eye that's not quite the color one might expect, and bruises are visible. His hands are covered in blood of the usual color when they appear in the video as he talks. He looks rough. ]
Anyone willing to run a little recon for me?
I'd say I'd make it worth your while, but I don't have a single fucking thing to give at the moment. Do me a favor, and I'll owe you one?
[ Vague request is vague, but Tech Boy (unusually) doesn't really feel like talking. It's exhausting. ]
FUCK, he hates Octobers in this place.
Anyone familiar with Tech Boy's usual appearance can tell his look in the video feed is unusual. He's in a completely dark room (not lit by candles or the evil red light), illuminated by only the screen of his Fluid. He's wearing a dark sweater too large for him, and his usually fastidiously coiffed hair is loose to his shoulders. He has a cut under one eye that's not quite the color one might expect, and bruises are visible. His hands are covered in blood of the usual color when they appear in the video as he talks. He looks rough. ]
Anyone willing to run a little recon for me?
I'd say I'd make it worth your while, but I don't have a single fucking thing to give at the moment. Do me a favor, and I'll owe you one?
[ Vague request is vague, but Tech Boy (unusually) doesn't really feel like talking. It's exhausting. ]

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What kind of favor?
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The town going dark knocked out my surveillance system. Looking for any interested party helping me with some eyes on the ground work. Taking pictures of stuff and sending it to me, mostly.
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You had a surveillance system? [ A stickler for privacy, Grady's mostly impressed that anyone's had anything working with the 50's tech that passes for modern in Deerington. Plus now he wants to know if this guy has any dirt on him. ]
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[ It's not an acceptance but he's aware that outside travel is dangerous right now and he's willing to help wherever he can. ]
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I'm not very keen on leaving this room because I remember what October was like last year and I think my walls are bleeding. Maybe not. Something's bleeding anyway. I need someone to send me pictures of the state of the town.
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Ariel shots only or do you have something else in mind?
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What's the target?
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[ He's not even mad about it right now. Oh he's mad, just not about that. ]
The target is an easy one for now. Information. My surveillance system went down with the electricity, and I'm not really fucking excited about leaving this room without knowing what's out there. Need someone to take pictures of stuff and send them my way.
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[There's no question that Wrench enjoys being a pest. He's seen the face from the video plenty of times before, and feels some implicit trust for anyone K seems to spend so much of his time around. But trust only goes as far as good sense.]
Right, you're the guy with the app. What kind of stuff you want pictures of?
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Elsewhere in their apartment...
It's a small mercy that he can see perfectly well in the darkness, so Tech Boy's decision to forgo any lighting in their apartment doesn't hinder him. But it reminds him — he'd meant to light some candles earlier, thinking they might help along with the incense and Constantine's warding. He needs to see to that...
It takes him a few seconds to register the sound of Tech Boy's voice, realising that must be what jolted him from his stupor. And good thing it did. ]
Why are you handing out favours? [ Wariness is clear in his voice. That sure seems like one of those foolish risks they'd talked about before, and he's prepared to remind Tech Boy of their agreement to figure out things together.
After collecting his grumbly Sandygast and transferring it to its customary place within the hood of his shirt, he gets to his feet with some difficulty. The combination of vertigo, fatigue, and his insides feeling as though they're trying to become his outsides render his movements stiff and his gait unsteady as he attends to the incense, ensuring plenty of it's still burning, and also starts lighting some candles throughout their apartment. But his attention is never far from Tech Boy; he's frowning once he's close enough to take in the god's state. ] How are you feeling?
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Unfortunately, Tech Boy cannot see in the dark at all, so until K starts lighting candles, he stays just where he's sitting on the floor to avoid clumsily colliding with anything. Also unfortunately, Tech Boy isn't exactly sure he's capable of standing at the moment anyway. He's sticky with blood of three different varieties; he's bruised and weak. This is worse than the Titanic. Worse than Rapture. Trapped in the prison of his own apartment. At least K is here... somewhere.
Once enough candles are lit and he can make out where K is, Tech Boy sort of crawls his way over to wrap himself around one of K's legs in lieu of an immediate answer. The technology god is feeling like absolute shit. ]
Got to offer favors to get anything in return. It's okay though. Low risk. Half aren't even asking for compensation. [ His voice is quiet with a strange edge of desperation to it. From the floor, he reaches up for one of K's hands. ] How are you feeling? [ K's weariness is noted, but the god doesn't have the slightest fucking idea what to do about it. Why is it so difficult to get his own thoughts in order? ]
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He does his best to keep that fear from showing in his expression as he takes Tech Boy's hand, kneels down and gently gathers him closer, and then leans his forehead against Tech Boy's shoulder for a long moment. Bracing himself, emotionally and physically. (The light patting Tech Boy will feel against his hair is the Sandygast's own attempts at comforting him.) K can feel how saturated the god's borrowed sweater is, and with a sinking feeling he realises just why Tech Boy had wanted it. Dark and oversized on him, ideal for concealing the blood. ]
I'd like a bath. [ The waver in his voice betrays his fear, but he presses on. ] If the water's cleared up. Why don't you join me? And tell me more about what you're asking the network for.
[ Without waiting for an answer, K bodily lifts him up as he stands. Despite the difficulties they're both experiencing, there is still an effortless quality to the ease with which he carries Tech Boy, his movements careful as he makes his way to the bathroom. It's nostalgic — remembering how Tech Boy had looked like an angry wet cat has him smiling to himself, and he shares the memory through their connection, a palpable sense of fondness accompanying it. ]
cw: for the blood in this thread i guess oops
blood, blood everywhere
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text; un r.hansen
what kind of recon?no subject
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That's easy enough, I can do that.(no subject)
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[Going out in this madness is dangerous, even if you aren't alone, but he has spent too much of his life sequestered away in many ways. He's not about to start back up now. He considers this man on the screen thoughtfully, eyes keen.]
I don't need recompenses, either, if that is your concern.
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No recompense? That's unusual. You sure about that?
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Audio - UN: Foudre
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video; un: atsushi
[Atsushi likes to be useful too. If it might give him some purpose, then that's payment enough.]
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[ He smiles, but it's a bit thin. And more than a bit fake. Maybe even obviously so. He's so tired. ]
I need to take a look around but I can't leave my room yet. I need someone to take pictures of wherever they go and send them to me. Not looking for anything in particular, yet, just looking.
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video; un: price is right
[ This is her way of expressing worry about him okay. She's very eloquent. ]
I can try and help. You don't gotta owe me anything.
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Always good to see a familiar face. Just need someone to take pictures of things around town and send them to me. Any-fucking-thing really. You wouldn't even need to go out of your way.
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video; un: starked
[ He's not bored, exactly, but this sounds like a good distraction, and he could always use more of those. ]
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Not looking for anything in particular. Just looking around. Wherever you happen to be, send pics.
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