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Even a robot needs time to think.

Who: Daneel and whoever happens by.
Where: The fountain in the town square.
When: Day 30, in the morning.
What: Daneel is pensive. That's allowed.

It had been thirty days since he'd arrived here, and Daneel still had no idea of what was going on, why he or anyone else was here, or even how they'd arrived. He had a vague notion that partner Elijah would have done better -- of course Elijah would have done better. The problem was there wasn't exactly anyone to question. The passage of time didn't trouble him -- what was thirty days added onto twenty decades of existence? -- but still, he felt some small sense of failure, for not knowing more than he did, and for not being able to do more than he could to protect those who were here.

This morning, Daneel was outside, and he was looking up at the fountain statue rather pensively. Idle walks were not something he did, and he certainly didn't need to refresh his memory as to any of the details of his surroundings, but he was accustomed to doing rounds to check that all was well, and sometimes he felt it necessary to do so here, as well, where danger was a far more concrete thing.

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Ugh. Morning. It was the time of morning when the light finally started streaming in through the windows of the bar, and therefore it was about time that the invasive rays of sunshine woke Logan up. He'd remembered feeling pretty damn drunk the night before but he was a little surprised that he hadn't found his way back to his house. It was also a little surprising how sticky the counter was that his face has been on. He hadn't noticed that last night after a few shots either.

He pulled on his leather jacket and stumbled out of the bar, squinting hard at the light of the morning and scratching a hand through his hair, as messy as it always was. The way home led past the fountain and he slowed to a stop to tilt his head in mild curiosity at the stranger standing there. Honestly, he was wondering who the hell would be awake and not hung over at a time like this.

Aware of someone nearby, Daneel turned away from the fountain and gave the newcomer a slightly quizzical look. A person was far more interesting and important than his own thoughts.

"Good morning, sir," he said politely. It seemed the thing to do. "Did you need some assistance?"

For some reason it surprised him a bit that the man acknowledged him, he started slightly, still trying to fight the glare of the morning sun.

"Nah, kid. I'm fine," He grumbled, turning a curious gaze in the direction Daneel had been staring off in and raising an eyebrow. "Did you need some assistance?"

He shook his head, still giving Logan a slightly curious look. "I'm quite well," Daneel said, calmly. "I'm in the process of walking around town to ensure everything is well. I was considering the fountain."

Inclining his head slightly, he added, "We haven't met before. My name is Daneel Olivaw."

And all the effort Logan had put into drinking away any thoughts of this place the night before all come undone in the first conversation of the morning. He sighs and pulls out a large cigar that he'd been saving, he had a few squirreled away, but he really could use a few puffs right about now.

"Everything ain't well, and there doesn't seem to be much we can do about it," He said and gave a nod at the other's introduction, "Logan."

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Logan. You're correct, of course, though I was referring to immediate danger rather than our situation in the general sense."

Someone else might have smiled a little at that. Daneel didn't, his expression unchanging.

"I admit to some pleasure that the threat of aggressive large carnivores seems to have passed."

Logan shrugs a little. "They weren't all that bad," In fact he might have kept one... or two, and he was fairly certain other people might have as well.

"It's a little early for safety patrols and fountain watchin' don't you think?" He asks, still squinting.

"Perhaps it is, though I'm not sure the hour has much to do with the potential for danger. I have no need of sleep, so I intend to make myself as useful as possible."

Someone human might shrug there. Daneel doesn't; he just says it, looking politely at Logan.

Lucky. [He grumbles a little and runs a hand through his messy hair.] I'm guessin' you don't get hangovers either?

"I have no need to either eat or drink, so it isn't possible for me to suffer ill-effects from overindulgence."

Daneel is aware he needs to explain himself properly. Better to be honest about these things. "I am not human, but a humaniform robot. There are a number of biological functions that I don't possess."

[ooc: I'm apparently horrible and just went from log to action-spam. so sorry -_-]

"Overindulgence," Logan repeated with a half snarl. "I'm not in the mood for yer robot sass. Got it?"

He moved his hand from scratching through his hair to rubbing through his sideburns and half stifles a yawn. "I ain't human either. Dunno how I can heal from a god damn bullet wound, but I can't handle a hangover," He grumbled.

[Hey, no worries.]

Daneel is just slightly drawn aback by Logan's reaction. "I apologise. I meant no disrespect, sir. It was merely meant as a statement of fact."

That he says he isn't human is... interesting. He wouldn't have guessed that, not at all. Daneel... doesn't really know how to deal with people who look human, seem human, act human, but aren't. "If I may ask, if you're not human, what precisely are you?"

Logan waves away Daneel's apology dismissively, not really that offended in the first place. He's always grumpy in the mornings and a morning after night of drinking just makes him that much more irritable.

He glances over at Daneel, eyes narrowed. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut for two minutes?

"Uh, mutant. Evolved human."

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thezerothlaw - 2013-01-17 06:20 (UTC) - Expand

"Dan!" Hopefully he was looking out, because Kobra was running at him, ready for a gentle, but insistent tackle. Because friends tackle friends!

His arms go to wrap around Daneel as he flings his weight at his super-awesome robot friend. Sure, they live a whole 45 seconds apart now, but Daneel used to be upstairs. It's not the same, so he gets a tackle.

Daneel turns in greeting, and although he takes a step back to stabilise himself, he can take a tackle without too much trouble. He puts his arm around Kobra as well, hugging him gently in return. That seems to be the proper thing to do.

"Kobra. I'm pleased to see you are well."

It was totally proper, unlike the tight squeeze he got back from Kobra.

"How's shakes? Stiles win your heart yet, too?" He wasn't bitter at all, except for all the bitterness! Dan and Lyds were his and he could share them, but they were still his first, even if Stiles had technically known Lydia longer.

Daneel looks carefully at Kobra, considering him and his reactions. He considered pointing out that he didn't have a heart at all, but he suspected it was a figurative turn of phrase.

"Stiles and I haven't formed any particular friendship, no. Have you spoken to Lydia recently about him?"

"No! Why would I want to hear about how great fuckin' Stiles is, anyway?" He sneered. "That fucking cock-biting shit can just--" Right, talking about hurting people might hurt Dan. Fuck.

He sighed. "Forget Stiles. How're you?"

Daneel hesitates for a moment, caught between the command to drop the subject (and it was a command, even if he'd also been ordered once not to take orders, as conflicting as that was) and the desire to protect Lydia's privacy and the need to prevent pain by telling Kobra the full facts of what had been going on. It's... uncomfortable to be pulled into so many directions. He wobbles, almost imperceptibly, as he works through it.

"You should speak with Lydia," he settles for saying. "I don't believe the situation is as plain as you seem to believe."

There. That's... a safe enough course of action.

"I am as well as can be expected. I'm very pleased to see you today, Kobra. I find that I miss your presence in the house."

Kobra actually smiled at that. He still wasn't used to having friends outside of the Killjoys. Being missed was a nice feeling, even if Lydia didn't seem to miss him at all. At least Dan did.

"I miss you, too, Dan." He gave Dan a sloppy kiss on the cheek. "You're a way better cuddler than my brother and you smell a lot nicer."

Oh, he knew the whole situation with Lydia. They'd just been having fun and then she'd ~~replaced him~~ decided she had feelings for someone and that was just fine, because Kobra could just find another person to sleep with. That was all it had been. Sex. Whatever. Stupid girls.

"I'll talk to Lyds when she talks to me." So take that, Lydia!

Well, maybe that's a start. Daneel's not going to press the matter -- he can't, really, not even if he wanted to -- but perhaps Lydia would be more willing to broach the apparent gap. It troubles him; they're his friends, after all, and he doesn't like them being at odds. It was better when they were having sex, as far as he's concerned.

"I wasn't aware I had any particular smell," he said. He's getting used to Kobra's casual kisses, though it still strikes him as an odd gesture to be directed at him.

"Well, it's more that Party has a smell and it's not one anyone should have shoved all over their face, actually." He laughed, leaning more on Daneel with a happy sigh. Forget Lydia. Kobra had other friends. Friends who were awesome like Dan. He didn't need her. He didn't need anyone who didn't want him around. He just wasn't... a needy motherfucker like that, okay? No strings with him. That's all he wanted.

"You can totally come over to our place sometimes, though. If you want or whatever." He grinned. "Open invitation." Okay, it was more like a poorly worded request. He wanted Daneel to come visit sometimes.

Robots don't, in his experience, get invited anywhere. They escort if necessary, but that's about it. That said, this is mildly surprising.

"I will certainly visit you, if you wish it." That goes beyond fulfilling what Kobra might want, astonishingly. Daneel smiles faintly; he actually genuinely wants to make a point of visiting his friend, even if social calls aren't really something he's supposed to do.

"Fuck yeah, I do. We can party it up." He leaned his head on Daneel's shoulder. "I found Monopoly. Have you played it?" Somehow, he thought not, but it might be fun to teach him.

"I have not," Daneel says, a little doubtful. "It's a game of some sort?"

Playing games with humans is always a little troubling. He's never really certain whether it's better to let them win or not. He thinks that with Kobra he could make an effort to play properly, but he doesn't care about winning in any event.

For now, though, he puts his arm around Kobra, because if Kobra's going to lean on him then he's going to make sure that he's properly supported.