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William had not been out on his own very long. Only just before the end of the revolution. He did not quite understand it all, considering his more or less sheltered life with the couple who had owned him before he escaped. They were going to rid themselves of him after all. Every possible outcome with them ended in him being taken apart. He had no choice but to run.

He found his luck was not much better out in the world. The first few days he had been shot at. Other days since the laws had been put into place, he was greeted by dirty looks and unkind words by humans. What had he done? He had nothing to do with the revolution, although he was a product of it, he supposed.

Now he found himself huddled on the ground with his arms shielding his face. It appeared some humans did not care much for the law and did what they pleased. They would not stop despite his pleas and bargaining. He could not appeal to them.

Out of everyone to get a call from during the mess that was apparently going on in Detroit, Brooke  definitely hadn’t expected to get a call from Fowler of all people. They’d gotten along well enough  while Hank and she had been married, and he even gotten a call from him after Cole passed, but it’d been 3 years since then. And now to get a call about an outburst from Hank?

Getting a brief rundown of things, Brooke was quick to find herself exasperated by the whole thing. What was going on with him? 

And so, that was how she ended up in front of Hank’s place just days after Markus and the androids demonstrated in the streets. She’d tried to call Hank, but had gotten no answer. Whether that was intentional or not, she ended up coming around  anyway. Bringing her hand up, she would knock on the door for the second time.

She heard something. She couldn’t really make it out past Sumo’s barking, but the voice was unfamiliar.  As the door opened, she would come to see the owner of that voice. A man with a pale complexion and brown hair. A-- an android. The LED gave him away, causing her to blink at him in mild confusion.

“Um... hello?” Was this the partner Jeffrey mentioned to her? She assumed so. He appeared to stare at her for a moment before uttering his own response.

“Hello. You’re here to see Hank, I assume?”

“...Yes?”

"Connor?", he asked while blinking, as if he couldn't believe his own eyes. It was quiet around them, with most cops already having gone home and only a few remaining for the night shift, and the Android seemed equally as quiet and... lonely, even, sitting on his chair all by himself.

"Why are you still here at this goddamn hour of the night?" There was no bite behind Hank's words, just pure curiosity and surprise as he regarded his partner, lifting a brow while leaning his hips against Connor's desk, staring down at him.

                        connor didn’t need as much down time as his human counterparts. so, even after he’s finished the paperwork on the case that he and hank had just wrapped up, he still tries to poke around and find things to do until he’s exhausted all of his options and goes in to charge for the night. 

                        hank isn’t normally here by the time connor has ran out of things to do, after they complete their work for the day he’s normally more than happy to make his way home, though he figures since they wrapped things up rather early on in the day he had found something else to work on. still, he would’ve thought that he had slipped out by now.  

                  Three months.

                  It had been three months since the faithful night when the snow fell softly over the abandoned streets of Detroit which was occupied only by armed forces, fleeing human inhabitants. The night the last of the deviant rebellion fought to their last to gain freedom they desperately hoped for. Three months since Connor, the Deviant Hunter himself, turned his back on his makers & changed the tides of the revolution in their favor. Though time had passed & the city had slowly begun to heal & return to life, there was a constant eeriness throughout. Human populations which had evacuated Detroit had trickled back in, returning to their homes in spite of the deviant presence. Some left for good, others refused to leave at all. Regardless of personal choice, the city needed order in a moment of instability.

                  In those months Hank had continued to work, & each day Connor had been left at his home to sit & wait for his return. Recollections of that ‘poodle’ comment sprung to mind in those moments between tidying & small household chores, but by week one it was clear the android was getting restless. Like an anxious form of cabin fever, he would pace & busy himself until it felt like a part of his very being was crawling out of his chassis, desperate to get out. It was no secret that he had enjoyed a taste of the work at the DPD & he wanted to go back, but there was no way in Hell that he could get clearance after the recent happenings. The revolution was still too fresh on everyone’s mind & the nation needed to come to terms with this new form of sentient life they had been forced to acknowledge. Connor knew this, but it didn’t help settle his feelings any more.

                  Weeks of small hints & wanton looks turned into less subtle expressions & an argument or two. Connor stressed that his presence might do the precinct some good, that public relations could benefit from the use of an android on the force helping put the city back together. It would prove androids were still trustworthy, that they could work & live peacefully, cohabitate Detroit as a community. He hadn’t imagined anyone would listen, his partner held a few surprises. Fowler had needed some convincing, but the moment Connor stepped foot in the precinct for the first time since deviating, he felt as though it & any conditions he was meant to uphold would be worth it. He had his orders; keep his head down, do his job, & don’t do anything to jeopardize the reputation or integrity of the DPD. Connor intended to keep his promise.

                  It was unsurprising that Fowler would keep the duo on the deviant cases for the time being. He wanted to test Connor in the field, keep an eye on him before he allowed the android to run wild. The mission was simple; confirm status of defendant - active or deactivated - & only bring those charged with assault or homicide into custody. It was a delicate situation but Connor felt they were doing good work. However, he worried over the particulars of the individual cases regarding assaults. There were the alleged victims testimonies, yes, but there were so many factors which the android suspected were at play here. A pensive mood overcame as he paused in his scrolling of the remaining files & Connor turned his attentions to his left, to the man sitting at the desk beside him.   ❝ Hank? Could I ask your opinion on something? ❞   His pretty visage was drawn into something between a pout & a frown, unintentional but it was just how he was designed. Whether it was a flaw or a measured attribute was anyone's guess anymore, but nothing about this android wasn’t purposeful.

@handerscn​ : ❝ you look like somebody just pissed all over your rainbow. ❞

                            “ Th - That’s cause the DAMN screen w-wont come on! ” One of the rarest sights to beheld -- Henry raising his voice and shaking the very thing he cared about most in the world. His luck had apparently run out that day when he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, thrown down by a thief during a chase sequence with his beloved camera hitting the ground with him. He simply had not enough time when it all went down to throw his body in front of it as protection and now damage had befell it.

Kara’s stress levels could not handle this today on top of everything else. First, Alice lost her homework and Luther found it halfway down the back of the couch, which raised the question about how that even happens. The “couch ate it” joke was funny, she’d give them that, but she could feel the old arguments about studying and the future underlying it. And then Kelsey called asking if Kara could come get her out of jail because ‘some asshole cop’ arrested her yesterday. Some part of her was tempted to run some other errands first, as it wasn’t like she hadn’t warned everyone several times that theft adds up and the guy at the corner store only has so much patience. Poor guy’s been more than patient, actually. He’s been kinder than 99% of humans. That was a low bar, granted, but she wanted the people she helped out to learn to be better than that. Otherwise this conflict was just going to keep reigniting, and that was no way for the children to have to live. The suffering would have to stop eventually. So, she forced herself to go down to the police station. She’d bail Kelsey out and go make her physically apologise to the shopkeeper. Make sure the police knew it wouldn’t happen again as well. How was she supposed to run a safe space if they decided they should come sniffing around?

As the man let out a yell Willow jolted, immediately freezing as he turned around. That nervously stared at the man as Scuffles made his way up their arm and settled on their shoulder.

"I-i was trying to get Scuffles..." they murmured, voice a little more static-like than usual," I guess he was curious about you...he usually doesn't bother strangers. I'm sorry."