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[The trial leaves with not much more than anger lingering around. Thoughts rattle around in her head without much outlet, and maybe that's why she takes to walking around the area aimlessly.
When she sees Connor about to enter the bar, though—]
Wait, you can drink?
When she sees Connor about to enter the bar, though—]
Wait, you can drink?
[That sure is Connor about to enter the bar! And that sure is Connor stopping abruptly, turning to glance at her in a movement that's way too sudden and smooth to be human. For obvious reasons.]
... Oh. Hello, Zoe. [...] To answer your question: I can't. Why do you ask?
[Maybe because you almost had one foot in the bar, Connor???]
... Oh. Hello, Zoe. [...] To answer your question: I can't. Why do you ask?
[Maybe because you almost had one foot in the bar, Connor???]
[Oh. He catches onto what she means almost immediately, at least.]
I was. [He folds his hands behind his back, like he's getting ready for a presentation.] I'm searching for someone. I thought the bar was as good as place as any to continue my search.
I was. [He folds his hands behind his back, like he's getting ready for a presentation.] I'm searching for someone. I thought the bar was as good as place as any to continue my search.
Julius.
[Succinct.]
... In light of the current circumstances, it would be remiss of me not to check up on him.
[Succinct.]
... In light of the current circumstances, it would be remiss of me not to check up on him.
Of course. I'll seek you out once I've spoken to Julius.
[Internally updating his task-list to include MEET ZOE IN THE PARLOR, aye.]
[Internally updating his task-list to include MEET ZOE IN THE PARLOR, aye.]
[Aaaaaand, heading to the parlor after having his chat with Julius. What's up, Zoe.]
Hello, again.
Hello, again.
[Right. He moves to take a seat at the table, only sitting down once she does so herself. When he does sit down, it's in the least comfortable looking position. Back ramrod straight, hands folded on his lap.]
My ears are open. [... Metaphorically. His ears are more aesthetic than anything else.] What do you want to discuss, specifically?
My ears are open. [... Metaphorically. His ears are more aesthetic than anything else.] What do you want to discuss, specifically?
[... There's a beat. Mostly because that sure wasn't the topic he was expecting, and it takes him a second to get over his surprise. Once he does, though, his lips quirk upwards. God.]
Yes... That is a pressing issue. Do you have any suggestions?
Yes... That is a pressing issue. Do you have any suggestions?
Correct.
[It's not robot racist if the robot in question is roboist himself? Or, something.]
But I think I'm in the same position as you, Zoe. My attempts to rationalize with the others only exacerbated things. They refused to listen to logic.
[It's not robot racist if the robot in question is roboist himself? Or, something.]
But I think I'm in the same position as you, Zoe. My attempts to rationalize with the others only exacerbated things. They refused to listen to logic.
[The salt is, indeed, real. Connor takes a moment to think, LED spinning.]
... We should enlist Mizuki Ioti's help. Chuuya seemed to be more willing to listen to them, out of everyone else in our group.
... We should enlist Mizuki Ioti's help. Chuuya seemed to be more willing to listen to them, out of everyone else in our group.
My thoughts exactly. If they're willing to keep Chuuya under control, then we'll have less trouble keeping everyone focused next week. Our time is already limited enough as it is.
[He shakes his head, frowning.]
If I did, I would have used it as soon as he caused a disturbance. [If only.] Was there any power you were specifically thinking of?
If I did, I would have used it as soon as he caused a disturbance. [If only.] Was there any power you were specifically thinking of?
Yes... I agree. But for now, it seems that we can only hope that those with useful abilities put them to good use.
[can you imagine chuuya with like, supreme authority or blame game. nightmare.]
[can you imagine chuuya with like, supreme authority or blame game. nightmare.]
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