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yeah that didn't answer the question there's space travel where i'm from they sent a team of androids to jupiter where i'm from at least but i've never been on an actual one before where are the ships hanging out no time like the fucking present i guess

[Yeah, that was on purpose. So is skirting a follow-up.]

There's a hangar- do you know how to access the map function? The hangar's up in the northeastern quadrant, right at the edge of the city. I can take you over there if you'd like.

i'm on the southeast side of the city i wouldn't mind a ride i can meet you over by the factories 16 & 17 i think they are

_{[He's already heading outside to the road. He wasn't about to let anyone know which place he was living in. Not yet, not intentionally.]}

All right. By the factories, got it. I'll be there shortly.

[Aaaand she's off. She won't take more than a few minutes.]

dark hair teal eyes nyc hoodie can't miss me well miss me don't hit me _{[He's on the road, hands stuffed in the pouch of his hoodie that he's wearing. At least motorcycles are rare enough that he'll know when this person shows up.]}

[She'd be a difficult figure to miss even without a motorcycle, a figure clad all in black with a striking yellow helmet. There's however no rumble of an engine characteristic of a motorcycle to announce her approach, just the crunch of gravel under wheels.

She brings the bike into an easy turn that allows for plenty of space between herself and the young man waiting for her. Planting her foot on the ground, her helmeted head swivels towards York, giving him a nod.]

_{[He's listening for a motorcycle, but frowns when he sees it but doesn't hear it. Even eco-friendly rides had some sort of noise to them. This one... didn't.]}

Quiet ride. Fuckin' weird.

_{[It didn't scan like other stuff either. Even weirder. Still, York pulls his hoodie on securely before managing to climb on behind them. It takes a little bit of effort, and a little lean to the bike, to get his shorter figure up. York's tucked against her back, hands moving to link together to hold onto her.]}

Still wanna know what fuel this uses!

[The woman has only a few inches on him by way of height, so it shouldn't be too difficult for York. While he's busy getting himself situated she holds a black helmet out to him, visorless and a strange matte black.

She'll wait for him to take it before she slips out her tablet and types at it so she can hold up the screen for him.]

Hang on.

[And with that she's going to set off, at least once she's sure he's ready behind her again.]

_{[He's never ridden one before so it's a new thing to adapt to. York looks between the helmet and the rider before taking it on. Where had she been hiding it? No matter.

The android out it on and adjusted it to fit comfortably. He has time to read the message before those arms link around the midsection again. As the ride starts, the grip flexes. His head is calculating the speed that they're going and mapping their route. There's a new sensation creeping into his emotion bank. A sort of thrill.

He holds tighter, grin hidden by the helmet.]}

[The roads aren't anything compared to Ikebukurou's streets, but Celty's rode through them enough to know where the worst of the obstructions and damages are, picking up speed once she gets to the main outer road that more or less leads straight up to the hangar. The wind whips past them, a haunting whinny of what could have been a horse echoing off buildings in their wake. In hindsight she supposes she should have told him to tell her if she should slow down, but he hasn't said anything so far, and his grip is secure, not that she'd let anyone fall.

As they get closer towards the hangar the roadway gets more cluttered, a mix of overgrowth and rubble. She hangs a left at the next main split off the road, having to decrease speed to maneuver down this street before the turn up and down another, taking the winding detour back up towards the hangar, but soon enough it's once again sight, and Celty pulls them up by the main doors.]

_{[As she speeds up, his grip gets tighter. Not too tight. He has to monitor how strong his grip in case it was too tight. He's focused on the ride and misses the other sounds the bike makes. It's only when she starts to decelerate does he relax to look around.

York hadn't been to this area before. Only city center and the southeastern section of town where he was living now. The thrum of the bike underneath him is nice, feels almost like something from his world. And the thrill! Oh it was so new, an emotion attached to a good event like this.

He looks up at the hangar, with hands still clasped together around her even as he did. York had only briefly gone through a few airports but never been to a hangar.]}

Whoa. I haven't been up here yet. Didn't know all this shit was up here.

[Celty glances over her shoulder at him before she pulls out her tablet again.]

[Empty city makes it seemed more spread out. This area is pretty quiet, but I guess that goes for most of the outer areas.

You comfortable back there?]

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_{[Huh, he wonders why the driver didn't speak. Maybe because of the helmets? They didn't take it off when arriving at York though... Hm. He looks at the device and nods.]}

Yeah, never ridden on a motorcycle before. _{[He unlinks his hands and slides off from the bike with his focus on the hangar.]}

Do the ships actually work? Go into space, all of that?

[Celty shrugs at that.]

[Everything looks functional, but I've never taken one up, let alone gone to space. Others seem to have, though.]

_{[York glances to the rider then back to the hangar.]}

Never been either. I know in my time, they sent a team of androids to Jupiter. With no intention of having them come back.

_{[His lips form a thin line at the thought of androids simply being fodder for humans. For now, it's not remarked on further. There's a hangar to explore.]}

I wouldn't mind traveling to space though. Super fucking quiet. This city I guess is the next best thing for quiet.

[Really? But why?]

[That didn't make much sense to her, but then humans did a lot of things that didn't make sense.]

[I don't know, I guess I'm used to it being more busy. This is weirdly quiet for me.]

Because we're dispensable to humans. Easily replaceable because we're not living like they are. And then they wonder why there's a revolution going on.

_{[He scoffed and headed to the door.]}

I tried to pick a quiet part of town so I could be left to my own devices. And where I picked reminds me of home.

["...we're not living like they are." Celty pauses, staring at him.]

[Wait, you're not human?]

[She seems surprised at that. As York heads in, she slips from her motorcycle, turning to walk it towards the hangar doors.]

[I don't think anywhere here offers anything reminiscent of home. Everywhere I look is just a constant reminder that I'm not there.]

_{[He turns to look at the device and then to her.]}

No, I'm not. I'm an android. A custom sculpt and one of three made.

_{[He walks next to her as he opens the door to head inside.]}

The factory seems to be made of metal and it feels like the metal freighter ship I called home with other androids back on my earth.

_{[Before it was destroyed anyways.]}

[I wouldn't have been able to tell you weren't alive. That just makes it more twisted that people are willing to write you off as expendable.]

[Her shoulders droop in a silent sigh, helmet shaking from side to side as she adds on.]

[...but then I guess I can't say I'm terribly surprised. I've seen what humans do to each other in general.]

[It's always surreal stepping into the hangar. Looking at the ships docked there makes her uneasy.]

[The big ones that sail on the seas, right? Those aren't very comfortable. But I guess anywhere can be called home.]

That's because I am alive.

_{[There's an aggressive tone to those words and he snaps a menacing gaze to her. But she says words similar to what Cal had told him when York had first arrived to this city.]}

...Our freight was for lakes. Michigan isn't on an ocean coast. It shares lake borders with Canada. And we were using the freighter because it was abandoned and at the time, the humans didn't know we were there. We could live in peace.

_{[Teal eyes look over the ships. Huge by comparison to his Jericho, but no less impressive.]}

There are a hell of a lot more than I thought there'd be here.

_{[He heads towards one of them, the Bloodsport, to get a better look.]}

[She actually flinches at that. It wasn't like she'd meant anything negative by it. Having nothing to say in response then, she lets York get ahead of her as she listens. While he heads towards one of the ships, she walks her bike over beside a stack of crates, setting the kickstand so she can leave it while she trails York.]

[I guess we're split into individual groups whenever we're supposed to use them.]

_{[He had spent too long dealing with people thinking he was just another piece of plastic. The rider might not have meant anything bad, but it touched too close to what others in his world said. Touched too close to what they had done to him.

He stops to wait for her at least, eyes lingering on her bike before going to the Bloodsport. It didn't open for him.]}

Supposed to use them? Can we not just take them out whenever we want if a crew gets together?

[Celty shakes her head. At least she has both hands free without having to worry about navigating her motorcycle, so she quickly types up her response.]

[I don't think we can go anywhere off planet, at least. Supposedly we're able to take them to the other city- the only other city around here, anyway. I think that was only recently discovered. You can take the train to get to it as well.]

_{[He does wonder why she types everything. Maybe her vocal chords are broken or something. A similar ordeal happened with his brother until that hardware had gotten fixed. She wasn't an android, with her surprise to find out he was one and how alive he was.]}

Wait... there's another city? And a train? Holy shit. Maybe I should go there if this place gets too fucking crowded with people.

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