#starter//technxlogic

[jericholeader]

starter for Ralph for @technxlogic​​ | plotted!

They’d come to him. 

Markus’ office door was always open when he was in. The small group of New Jericho residents had come hear less officially, then individually concerned. Erin, one of their coordinators of housing, was among them. Markus could feel the way the others shifted, uncomfortable. Erin kept his eyes and talked the most, carefully choosing her words, 

“He-... lashes out.” She said, the way she opened her hands an admittance that she saw no gentler way to put it, “There was an incident with another resident-”

“It was resolved.” The man who offered this had introduced himself as Ryan. Markus remembered him. He’d come to New Jericho like many others - looking for a place where he did not have interact with humans on a regular basis. He’d been afraid then, and he’d found a place where he felt safer at New Jericho. Markus knew he lived in one of their apartments (small, but comfortable units; they were limited unfortunately, necessitating the continual work on housing in the city), in a part of New Jericho (a residential wing) that was exclusive to Androids. He saw a trace of fear now.

“Was anyone injured?” Markus asked, gentle, but to the point. 

“No.” Erin said, certain. She wasn’t lying, though Markus watched her straighten her shoulders slightly, as if she worried because of that fact he might think this problem wasn’t worth his time. “But we’re concerned if he does-” 

Markus stood, from where he’d leaned on the edge of his desk, lifting a hand, “I understand, Erin. Thank you all for coming to me. I’ll talk with him... and see what I can do to help.”

“... We didn’t want to ask him to leave.” 

Markus turned at the remark. Asking an Android to leave New Jericho was... a  serious deliberation. Suggesting it was tantamount to an insult and offense in day-to-day conversation. They had rules (everyone knew them; they were public, accessible, and decided by open-sessions). There were certain rules that when broken would prompt a request for someone to leave, but-... it was not something done commonly. New Jericho was a place of shelter and safety. They wanted to avoid costing any Androids that peace, if at all possible.

“No. We don’t.” Markus agreed.

Markus found Ralph where they had told him to look, alone, in one of the apartments near the back of New Jericho. New Jericho was partly aged, brick and mortar, the carved out and remodeled frame of an old, but large church. It had next to no resemblance to what it had originally been, and with much of the front portion built-on, there was only the vague sense that some of the back apartments were once part of an historied, brick structure.

Markus knocked on the frame of the door, to get Ralph’s attention before he stepped in, “Hi. Ralph?” He greeted, only coming as far as the threshold, and resting his shoulder lightly against it. “I was asked to check in on you.” Honest. He wasn’t going to let this conversation be under false pretense. “May I come in?”

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starter for @technxlogic // Ralph

It was a total mystery how Luther and Alice managed to accumulate so much stuff whenever they visited New Jericho. Half of this stuff was things they didn’t even use. It got about a week’s worth of interest and then ended up on some shelf somewhere. She’d practically got a full wheelbarrow full of games and puzzles and who-knew-what-else.  Kara didn’t get tired, not really. She was designed to run around after children all day and all night. This wasn’t difficult, but something in her just wanted to stop and take in the park’s surroundings. It was pretty rare that she’d stop and just sit on a bench somewhere like this. Probably, a part of her would always feel the obligation to keep moving. Just in case. You could never be sure, unless you were in your own home.  It was nice, though. It seemed peaceful. Birds were chirping. Children were playing. People were walking hand in hand. It didn’t seem like a warzone, although, nowhere ever did, until it suddenly became one.  Alice would like to feed the birds. Maybe they could come down here after school one day.  She must have been subconsciously scanning her environment, because something definitely moved in that bush. She didn’t get up. Perhaps it was just a glitch. Instead, she looked at the area again. Just in case. 

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Closed starter for @technxlogic between Saul and Arda

There had been a shooting at a club downtown. Speculation was that it was related to organized crime somehow, but determining that wasn’t Arda’s job. Her job was to to help those that were injured in the crossfire. She had an abundance of medical knowledge and several current licenses to practice in all sorts of medically related fields. She’d decided to start as an EMT, since the city was in need of first responders at the moment and she wanted to help.

So, when the call came in, she was quick to gather gear and get on the ambulance as it rushed to the scene. When she arrived at the club, there were several injured parties that she and her team took care of. She and the other EMT’s were wheeling what they thought was their last patient onto the ambulance in a gurney when Arda spotted a trail of blue liquid leading away from the club.

“What are you looking at?” One of the other EMT’s asked her.

“I believe there may be someone else hurt. They must have become frightened and run off,” Arda replied, looking a little troubled at the thought that an android might be injured and alone somewhere nearby. She looked over to her team member and smiled. “Leave me one of the android med kits and head back. I’ll call you to pick me up when I’m done.”

“You’re not going to go out looking for them alone are you?” the other woman asked.

“Don’t worry. I’ll be fine. It may turn out to be nothing. First priority is getting the injured patients to the hospital. If I do find a bleeding android, I’ll stabilize them and you can come pick us up and take us back to the hospital as well,” Arda reassured them.

The other EMT shrugged her shoulders and handed Arda one of the med kits they had just for androids (something new they had started making standard since androids had earned equal rights). Once the bag was in her hand, Arda started following the trail of blue blood while the ambulance drove off. Her footsteps were light as she wandered closer to the end of the thirium trail, but she hummed a soft tune as she walked, so she wasn’t likely to catch the hurt android off guard once she reached him.