Event Log | Days 18-20

[doomcame]

WHO: K, Squalo, Taissa, Chloe & Cat
WHAT: Cabin fever, but inside a jail. The above get stuck after seeking shelter from the storm.
WHEN: Days 18-20
WHERE: VII.C.25 AKA Martin's Jail™
WARNINGS: None yet, please add them to toplevels and I'll update this as necessary.
NOTES: Make your own toplevels within and tag around for shenanigans and bad times.

Comments

[obeir]

"Most officers are still of the human variety where I'm from, too. Humanity would never allow my kind to hold any real positions of power. We're equipment, property— not people."

He seems to hesitate then. Setting aside the file and small bone needle he's been working on, he reaches into an inner pocket of his long coat and withdraws his badge wallet. He flips it open and holds it out for her to take. The shield bears his rank and serial number, and the backlit multilingual ID explicitly identifies him as an android and property of the LAPD of several decades in the future. It's subtly animated in a few places, with text and official seals shifting between several languages. The future Los Angeles he's from is even more of a multicultural melting pot than the one Taissa knows.

"I didn't," he says in response to her question. "The pair acknowledged my existence without calling me slurs, and didn't do any of the chest-puffing posturing human men normally do around me... They're definitely not like any human cops I've known before. Not big enough assholes," he states bluntly, brow furrowing. That's been nagging at him — Ben and Rust defied his expectations so much that he had a difficult time getting a solid read on either in person. "What do you think of them?"

[doomcame]

Taissa is surprised he actually has a badge on his person at the moment, and takes the offered wallet to look over with knitted brows. She holds it for some time. From the metal shield to the technology inherent in the ID, it would take so much effort for a person to make just for themselves. And to what end? Taissa's not sure anything makes sense anymore.

She gives a mirthless scoff of a laugh at his description of the human male cop behavior he's used to experiencing. "It's sad when the bar is that low, isn't it? When it's just basic respect?"

Taissa would also enjoy a world without slurs, and one where she didn't have to worry about the treatment she might receive from any police officers who didn't recognize her. An unfortunate commiseration. She hands his badge wallet back to him finally. She says nothing of it yet, her mind still uncomfortably trying to wrap itself around an android cop from the future. Her opinion on the other officers on the island is actually a welcome distraction.

"Rust is alright. He seems pragmatic, dependable. Kind of like you. Ben is..." Gross. But she gives the briefest pause to choose her words more carefully. "...He's not somebody I'd want to run against for office."