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_{[The feed shows York with a dilapidated backdrop of a factory room where he's been staying. His brows are furrowed like he's angry but it's just a front. He's nervous. But this needs to be requested because if something bad happens...

Better to just be blunt and get it over with.]}

I need parts made. Not just like, regular standard grade parts that you'd find in a computer or whatever fucking bullshit we want to compare this to. Like, delicate and small parts. Even better if we can make bio-component parts.

_{[He didn't even bother introducing himself because there's been enough mixups so far and he doesn't want more.

The feed goes chaotic for a long moment, showing blurs as it moves. There's soft whirring and hissing that can be heard before the camera focuses on a section of opened mechanics. There's fine metal and plastic of engineering on display, with inner workings moving together. Blue glows and moves through clear silicone tubing like veins.]}

This shit is tough to ask for but I don't have the means to make them myself. But if something breaks, that's gonna be a bad time.

_{[The camera moves to blur the view again before York's face appears again.]}

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It's maybe an hour or so after York posts his video when Dustin arrives. He's been wandering around the manufacturing area for a good portion of that time, glancing through windows to try and match them to what he saw in the footage. There's no way to be certain, since he hasn't been into most of these factories yet anyway, but even a brief check of each backdrop is a wealth of information. All of these places were made to produce something unique, once. Their internals, dilapidated as they are, still act like fingerprints. It's even more telling when Dustin finds one that appears to look slightly lived-in - not quite enough dust, desire paths through the rubble, organization where there should be chaos. This is probably the right place.

Has he said that he's going to be here? No. Does he think just inviting himself into a strange abandoned factory is the best possible course of action? Also no. Not only is he going into what might be a thinly-veiled honeypot trap, but also this is a request from a Stark. Tommy warned him about a Stark. Could have been Tony, though the language in the video and context clues suggests that Tommy was probably referring to this guy. Consequently, every nerve in his brain is screaming at him to use caution.

Don't announce yourself. Assess the real situation, determine if you can help, help or get the fuck out of there. Simple.

So now there's a little teenager peeking through all of the factory windows that he can reach and looking for open doors that he can sneak through, essentially casing the location. Eventually he finds an exterior entry that looks the least likely to squeak and slinks his way inside. Ducking from hiding spot to hiding spot, Dustin pauses frequently for a minute or so at a time to listen for footsteps or talking, sometimes with his ear pressed against interior doors - anything to help him build a better mental picture of what he might be blundering his way into right now.

[ There you go. You have this confused old man appearing on your screen. ]

...uh... what?

York would usually be in the office he had started a fire in at one point, but this time he had used a lower room for the network post. The light coming through the windows helped illuminate his open arm for the post at least. The room's door is open because he's not expecting anyone. Terrible idea after Viktor had fucking let himself in.

Luckily for Duncan (unluckily for York), the front door's lock hadn't caught.

The android closes up his arm and pulls up his hoodie to tie around his waist. "That's done," he murmurs to himself, flexing his fingers after the skin reappeared over his white shell. He's move out of the sunlight and the only light source from his area now is a teal glow that moves with him. He hears something in the factory and pauses with his teal eyes looking to the door frame.

Was it Viktor? Or someone else? He scowls hard before moving out into the larger area. "Who the fuck is in here? I'm starting to think someone hung a sign on the door to indicate there's a fucking party or something. Get out."

_{[He scowls, but tries... not to because this guy just looks confused.]}

I need replacement parts in case one of those I showed break.

And thaaaaat's...

[ He tilts his head, unsure about what to make of those images he has just seen. ]

Doesn't look like a kettle?

Do you think there’s anyway to get like a book on Thirium from the replicator?

Maybe I could figure out how to make it or synthesize it or something?

I think there's a listing of the chemical compound on one of the bags, but I'm not sure if their tech can replicate it. Which is... worrying a little bit.

_{[It's actually a lot worrying, but he doesn't want to let everyone on the network know that.]}

I don't know if you could, since the main component is thirium which is from my earth.

Edited (hey self, there's like, more to the post to answer to so answer it omg) 2022-06-26 19:28 (UTC)

Yeah, I can't consume food and beverage like you so not a kettle.

_{[He had heard of some androids having accessories to mimic being able to eat and drink, but a Stark build wouldn't have that. York wasn't going to go out of his way to ask for it, either.]}

They're just parts that I need. For me.

For... [ He sloooowly points at the camera. ] ...you.......

Did I fucking stutter dude? Yes, it's for me. I need the parts but I guess if you want to know more, they're literally for me because I'm not a fucking human. I'm an android. Holy shit guy.

From behind a stack of barrels starting to grow over with vines, Dustin freezes up. Shit. Was hoping for a little more time. He watches as a pale blue glow swings across the floor and illuminates the back wall next to his hiding spot, making him involuntarily hold his breath, but Dustin knows that this is too little too late.

Bargain. You're here for a reason, let him know what it is. Not worth getting the shit beaten out of you for it.

He lets out a shaky exhale and steels his nerves. "...Okay, okay," Dustin says loudly, though he doesn't make an effort to move. He's relying on the tall ceiling of the factory to echo his voice and conceal his position; it's inevitable that he'll get found, sure, but any extra time is extra security, and he needs that. "Don't get your titties in a twist. You're looking for repairs? I'm a repair guy."

[ Bruno scowls at that reaction. ]

Really, kid. No need to get all defensive. Do I look like a mind reader to you?

I'm not. And I don't know what you mean by- [ Finger quotes. ] android.

The voice projects around the room, though it comes off from the right. Damn, it must've been that door. He'd have to get it fixed at some point. Fuck. He doesn't move from where he stands, untying the hoodie to pull on. That, coupled with his black shirt, hides the glow of his LED.

There's no noise to indicate that the person is leaving. No noise meant that person wasn't moving at all.

"I'm not looking for repairs," he spits out, on alert. York focuses more of his programming on audio input to see if he can focus in on the intruder. "Apparently people can't fucking listen. I'm looking for parts which doesn't mean I'm looking for repairs. And I don't fucking know you, I wouldn't let you touch on anything, let alone work."

No, you just look like some dead beat I'd find snorting red ice back home.

_{[He huffs, turning his scowl away before he tries to soften it. It doesn't really work at first but it... gets there? A little. He's trying.]}

I was built. Of metal and plastic and computer technology to be a sentient being.

The strange glow disappears. Dustin feels his heart sink, which does a nice job at tempering the bristle of annoyance that York's foul temper sparks in him. He's looking for you. Don't get careless.

"Which is why you put out an open appeal to every idiot and their mother on this fucking planet." Dustin can't stop himself from rolling his eyes. 'Careless' doesn't equate to 'snark,' apparently, which is to York's benefit as it keeps the teenager talking. "I know I wouldn't do that shit unless I felt like I had no other choice. If you don't need the parts for repairs yet, you're afraid you'll need them soon - and I can probably help you with both."

A beat of consideration.

"--Hell, I might be able to do repairs without the parts. But I--I'd need a closer look."

"Yeah, and one of the fucking idiots decided to just waltz the fuck into my residence," he counters, trying to narrow down the source of the voice. It wasn't one he was familiar with, that much was certain. "There's no place that makes parts like the ones I need here, because there's no Stark Technologies or Cyberlife. And I'm not afraid, asshole, but thanks for assuming. Can't listen, assumes, any other stellar bullshit you wanna add to your growing reputation?"

York starts were careful, measured footsteps in the direction that the voice seems to be coming from. The android didn't know who the fuck this was, but he was ready to find out.

[ The scowl softens somewhat with Bruno's confusion, but a clear frown remains. He isn't quite sure what York means with the red ice comment. ]

...you look human.

I know. That's the point.

_{[There's less bite in his tone this time. York lowers the device and the light the LED can be seen through his black shirt. He thinks about something for a moment, works on processing data, and the color goes from teal to golden, then back to teal.]}

I'm an android. Should I presume there aren't any in your world?

Well, I can't speak for the whole world, obviously. It's a big place, you know? I know there are none in my village. Rats in the walls? Yes. Androids? No idea.

[ Spoiler: There aren't any. ]

Well... maybe we could find a replacement or something? I'm sure how to go about testing it though.

_{[Wait what?]}

Yeah big place. Uh, did you say rats in the walls? Sounds like a health code violation dude. Maybe not safe.

Testing would be the hard part and I’m not volunteering for it.

_{[He frowns, thinking for a long moment.]}

If we can make an exact replica of a biocomponent, we could probably rest with that. But I doubt those can be found here and I don’t know if the Agrii would understand what I’m asking for if I request one.

Oh, ooooh, please don't worry, they're very healthy rats, eating all that food my sister cooks and all. Still only life a couple years, but, y'know. Rats... Good pals to have around.

Dustin's apprehension breaks away with his patience, limited as it is. "Add 'doesn't like having his time wasted' to your fucking list, dickwad," he snaps. Goddamn this was a bad idea, adds Dustin's running mental commentary. Distantly he's aware of the sound of shuffling fabric - movement, probably York narrowing in on him. Curiosity and hubris a winning combination as always, Thatcher. Escape plan?

There's only one immediately obvious option there: The door he came in, which is a couple dozen feet to his right and across some low cover. Unfortunately he'd closed it behind him to avoid suspicion. Well, fuck.

"You're the one asking for help," Dustin continues, sounding indignant. Because he's totally justified in breaking into someone's house for this. "I'm just looking into something that looks like my work. But fuck me for getting involved, yeah? Serves me fucking right."

Come to the library.

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