[But he's gone before Sean can say anything. And then he's left alone. In this big, empty apartment. With every possession packed in a suitcase.
Well. Alright.
Sean takes Connor's advice on the shower, because a police holding cell isn't exactly a comfortable place to do anything, and showering isn't really an option for short-term holds. He gets out of the jail's clothes and promptly climbs in, turning it up hot. Oh jesus that's nice. His shower at home-
His shower at the apartment never stayed hot for long, if ever. Sean sticks himself under the water and scrubs off sweat and stink from the past few days, before he just leans against the wall and lets it beat against his back. And he just... he just stays there, and tries to make his stress drain away, even though he can still feel the tension running through his back. It's fucked up how quickly you can go from feeling like things are great, to things being awful.
Eventually, he emerges, and he drags his bags over to the loft, and changes, and then starts putting some stuff out. Sean still feels like he's trespassing, like at any moment, somebody's going to turn up and yell at him to stop and get out. At least he doesn't feel like he's going to get assassinated...
It's when Sean's poking around that he finds the command list, and realizes he can just talk to the apartment which is... very weird. Very sci-fi. All of it is very, very sci-fi... And he's still not sure where he heard the name CyberLife before. Sean looks over the voice commands, and tries talking to the room itself.]
Uh. Hey? Computer? Uh? ... master control? No uh-
[There was a name right? The computer has a name, like phones do. Where is it, where is it-]
Hey Chloe? Can you hear me? ... Chloe, can you tell me about CyberLife-
[He's interrupted when he hears his phone ding with a new message. Sean quickly heads over to see who it's from-
Oh. Connor. Sean feels a weird lurch of emotion run through him, thrilled, and then angry, and then just plain confused. And then... weirdly disappointed. And that's- that's a stupid way to feel. It's a really stupid way to feel about it.
He sits down and texts back. Usually, Sean's texts are loose and full of emojis. It's... hard putting a smiley face behind anything right now.]
Okay good to hear glad youre okay. I think im okay just learning how this stuff works. I found the instructions for talking to the room and fridge. I dont know if i need anything yet still unpacking.
[After an agonizing moment, Sean snaps a picture of the half-unpacked bags. He wouldn't have second-guessed sending anything before. But that was before Connor used stuff told him against him...
He sends it anyway. Not like Sean has any more secrets. They all got poured out and written down and handed off to the police.]
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[But he's gone before Sean can say anything. And then he's left alone. In this big, empty apartment. With every possession packed in a suitcase.
Well. Alright.
Sean takes Connor's advice on the shower, because a police holding cell isn't exactly a comfortable place to do anything, and showering isn't really an option for short-term holds. He gets out of the jail's clothes and promptly climbs in, turning it up hot. Oh jesus that's nice. His shower at home-
His shower at the apartment never stayed hot for long, if ever. Sean sticks himself under the water and scrubs off sweat and stink from the past few days, before he just leans against the wall and lets it beat against his back. And he just... he just stays there, and tries to make his stress drain away, even though he can still feel the tension running through his back. It's fucked up how quickly you can go from feeling like things are great, to things being awful.
Eventually, he emerges, and he drags his bags over to the loft, and changes, and then starts putting some stuff out. Sean still feels like he's trespassing, like at any moment, somebody's going to turn up and yell at him to stop and get out. At least he doesn't feel like he's going to get assassinated...
It's when Sean's poking around that he finds the command list, and realizes he can just talk to the apartment which is... very weird. Very sci-fi. All of it is very, very sci-fi... And he's still not sure where he heard the name CyberLife before. Sean looks over the voice commands, and tries talking to the room itself.]
Uh. Hey? Computer? Uh? ... master control? No uh-
[There was a name right? The computer has a name, like phones do. Where is it, where is it-]
Hey Chloe? Can you hear me? ... Chloe, can you tell me about CyberLife-
[He's interrupted when he hears his phone ding with a new message. Sean quickly heads over to see who it's from-
Oh. Connor. Sean feels a weird lurch of emotion run through him, thrilled, and then angry, and then just plain confused. And then... weirdly disappointed. And that's- that's a stupid way to feel. It's a really stupid way to feel about it.
He sits down and texts back. Usually, Sean's texts are loose and full of emojis. It's... hard putting a smiley face behind anything right now.]
Okay good to hear glad youre okay.
I think im okay just learning how this stuff works. I found the instructions for talking to the room and fridge.
I dont know if i need anything yet still unpacking.
[After an agonizing moment, Sean snaps a picture of the half-unpacked bags. He wouldn't have second-guessed sending anything before. But that was before Connor used stuff told him against him...
He sends it anyway. Not like Sean has any more secrets. They all got poured out and written down and handed off to the police.]
Kinda messy still.