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Cheesigator:
"... And please welcome our guest, Imogen V Morrison and his companion droid."


The polite clapping rang throughout the room as they stepped out into the bright light, a soft ivory chiffon gown trailing just so slightly on the ground behind them, a shawl draped around their back, held loosely in the crook of each arm, exposing plastic and silicone joints that glinted under the glittering chandelier lights. The fluttering in their chest was synthetic, a remnant of the human scan inside their hard drive, but it still felt real. Like real nerves, as they looked at the crowd of rich Aedolians and their Pilot guards below. They were never a fan of public appearances, and nervously they reached up to tuck a loose strand of softly curled red hair behind their ear, fallen from its ornamental bun that was decorated with lavish crystal pins.

A man beside them in a fitted tux was smiling and waving cordially before they started down the steps, the droid following behind him by several steps out of respect as they joined the crowd below, where he was greeted by a butler wielding glasses of fine champagne. The droid took nothing, as they couldn't move their lips to drink, and stood dutifully next to "Imogen" as the final announcements were made, clapping softly at the last few arrivals to show up before the night was officially set off with a toast and the guests were left to mingle before dinner was served.

With a nod from "Imogen," the droid meandered off through the crowd, slipping past the others in attendance like a silverfish; none of them cared about a droid. One curled his lip at them. Nobody really liked droids. They were just fancy plastic nannies to most.

Stepping out to a balcony, a gentle breeze stirred the light fabric of their dress as they rested their plastic hands on the railing and leaned out, watching the flashing lights and movement of the bustling upper class of Haviah all around and below them. A glance up saw artificial moon and starlight, deep blue shadows mixing with the soft orange and yellow glow of the city and the chandeliers in the ballroom of the gala behind them.

They were here to do their job and they would soon; people were usually more fond of talking business after they had food and good drink in their bellies, they found, and so there was little point in standing around listening to pleasantries of who's child was arranged to be married to whom and who had purchased new land and so on and so forth. It was boring and not of any consequence to Imogen; they were here to strike business deals, no more, no less.

Their chest raised a little with an artificial sigh that sank back down as they let the pretend breath out, more remnants of the human that'd been used to make them.

Draconian:
Hurray. Guard detail.

Sullivan sighed and closed his eyes while he rolled them so he wouldn't get caught doing it.

It was a big fancy event and Pilots weren't the main guests, at least the ones not attached to powerful family names. Sullivan was one such Pilot. Freshly minted Pilot Noble, he was nothing overly special and was just here for one job. Keep eyes open, destroy any threads, look handsome.

Well, he could do all that. He kept decent watch, parked by the balcony doors to watch the comings and goings of every which person. Usually the beginnings of these were outright boring. Before everyone got drunk and high and had some sort of pseudo-fun. Sullivan sighed and closed his eyes again, hands clasped behind his back and his feet shoulder width apart. He was ordered to dye over the rainbow dyed side of his head but... He'd 'forgotten'. It helped remind him that he wasn't alone in this. Helped remind him who got him through everything up til now.

He should call Desmond when he was finished this job. Sulli glanced off to the side for a moment, spotting a strange looking person encased in ... Oh shit that was a robot.

Sullivan had always found AI interesting. He didn't fancy himself smart enough to understand any of it but it was still cool and he found himself forgetting where he was for a moment. Watched the robot-person breeze past him to go outside. Which was suspicious right? Which meant he should discreetly follow the robot person, right?

Right!

A glance around, eye contact with another Pilot across the room, Sullivan turned around slightly to follow the robot outside, watching for a moment. Probably creepily so. It was so... Human looking. Sullivan blinked and turned away for a moment, looking back into the room before he decided... Fuck it, he was a Pilot.

"Hello?" Sullivan said, his voice raspy from disuse for the past few hours while the party was getting set up and the people had started to filter in. "Hi, Sullivan Riviera, Pilot Noble" he moved to stand beside the robot, offering a quick little smile and standing beside it, motioning to the rank indicator on his uniform.

"You know, if you're out here you're going to need a guard. If you're a guest there may be someone watching and you may come to harm. I'll need to ask you to go inside or ... Deal with me hovering - for your protection." The usual spiel, though it felt weird saying it to... A Robot.

Cheesigator:
For just a moment they let themself get lost in the life of the city outside, and just that moment was enough for someone to sneak up behind them.

The sudden voice they heard so close gave them a jolt, quickly turning to see, indeed, a Pilot Noble standing there, as he'd introduced himself as such.

They felt stupid for a moment for letting themself get distracted before suddenly their hardware caught up and they realized he looked awfully familiar.

But... But Desmond was..?

"Desi?" They questioned at first, the word slipping out of their un-moving lips before their facial recognition software finished processing.

No, no this wasn't Desmond. This was his brother, right--"Sorry! Sorry, I meant to say Sullivan. It's nice to meet you. Really kind of a calm evening for so many guards, but you don't need to worry about protecting a simple droid like me. I just, ah," They glanced back at the balcony for a moment, hesitating, brows knitting, before they softened again and looked back at him. "I don't get to enjoy this different view very often."

Nevertheless they dutifully stepped back inside, closer to him to stay away from the balcony edge, if it might make him feel less uneasy. They tried not to look at him directly. "Congratulations on your promotion, I saw it in the news."

Draconian:
Whoa. It was like a real people.

Sullivan was distracted by listening to the droid - apparently not robot - talk. He just watched,  a little enchanted, eyes moving up and down its body and escourting it back inside while it tried to make small talk.  A little preoccupied.

"Thank you, took a lot of work but..." Sulli shrugged and then gave a long pause while he scanned the room. It had been good few minutes since the droid spokr and he could only pause and stare and his mouth fell open.

"Desi?" Sullivan reached up to touch his own face, "You know Desi?" He gave a surprised laugh and looked equal parts surprised and disbelieving. "Usually people mistake Desi for Sulli. Not the other way around. Wow." Sullivans duty was forgotten with the mention of his twin, eyes bright and he smiled brightly at the droid.

"How do you know my brother? And you can't take it back and pretend you don't. Only people he likes get to call him Desi," Sullivan pointed at the droid, arm close to his body to keep it as incognito as possible - which failed of course.

Cheesigator:
His responses at first were a bit quiet and contemplative, and for a moment Im wondered if they'd fucked up and said something offensive. Nervously they clasped their hands together in front of their skirts, watching him in anticipation before he suddenly started to laugh in disbelief about their mistake.

"I--ah--yes, I know Desi," They said quietly, a bit taken aback that he'd taken their messup so... Well.

When he asked how they knew him though, they obviously hesitated, brows knitting together as they looked away and fidgeted with their plastic fingers for a moment. If they could blush they'd definitely be doing so now, especially when Sullivan mentioned--

"People he likes? Oh, wow... Um, I met him in a chat room. And helped him out. Now he's staying at one of my, uh, company's hotels." Shyly they continued to look away as one of their hands came up to subconsciously touch their face in a bit of embarrassment, hiding their mouth behind their fingertips. "I didn't realize that meant so much, ahh.."

So that meant that someone liked them? They had no idea how to process that kind of information--and they'd have never predicted it for themself. They could calculate and predict rising trends in technology and stock markets all day, but the idea that somebody actually liked their company? Couldn't compute.

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