am I the caller of your keep

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Who: Guardsmen & you!
What: A open catch-all for the Guard HQ for the month.
Where: Guard HQ
When: March 10th – April 9th
Warnings: TBA


A month after construction finished, the Guard HQ is in great shape. While it retains an air of newness, it's also starting to look settled into.

A sofa by the entrance, in clear sight of the office off to the right, provides a place for visitors to wait if they wish to speak with a guardsman. The office itself is made up of a variety of scavenged tables and chairs, inconsistent in style but providing every guardsman a space to do paperwork and occupy while manning headquarters. Beyond the office is a small meeting room, as well as a separate lounge for guardsmen to socialise and eat in, filled with a handful of comfortable chairs and a low table. Off to the left side of the building is a large, open training area, for guardsmen to train, spar and offer lessons within, safe from the overbearing heat outside. Beyond that is a storage room. A set of stairs at the back lead up to the roof, which serves as the northern watchtower. Like the standalone watchtowers that cover the other cardinal directions, it provides shelter from the elements as well as windows that allow a clear view, wide enough to be shot or fired from with ranged weapons.

The front door is always unlocked.

Comments

[requiemshark]

[So far, so good. Ephemera sits. Sets his helmet down on the desk.

He gives Valentine a long, appraising look.]

You don't know me. And I'm not trying to be an asshole, but I got a personal question for you.

It's relevant, [he adds, after a moment.]

Sorry. We don't have people like you where I'm from.

[synthedick]

[Nick's brow tightens as he meets Ephemera's appraising look with one of his own. Given how synths are back home, he's gotten plenty of looks like this in his time; he waits for the other man to finish his survey without a word.]

If it makes you feel any better, they don't have people like me where I'm from, either. [Not prototype synths walking around as if they were real people, anyway.]

[requiemshark]

Huh.

[Ephemera touches his knuckles to his mouth before deciding just to go for it.]

Right. You've got way more hardware than I do. How come the Null didn't hack you?

[synthedick]

Which of the two of us looks like they'd be more useful in a fight, an old bot like me, or a fella like you?

[Though he'd heard some folks got hacked by the Null, Nick honestly hasn't put too much thought into why they would pick someone other than him turn against people, especially in an invasion. He partially assumed it was that he's old hardware, not even as advanced as the Null themselves; there are other reasons he can think of, but frankly, he's just glad they didn't bother with him. It left him free to deal with their crowd-clearing sonic weapons.]

[requiemshark]

Won't argue that one.

[Though Ephemera does have to wonder why they didn't try to maximize their resources. Wouldn't be hard to stick a gun in somebody's hand and just send them out to off their friends. It nearly worked with him. He has nightmares about that, sometimes.]

Is that something people do, in your world? The hacking, I mean.

[synthedick]

Can't say I've ever been hacked myself, but I've worked my way into a terminal every now and then.

[Skills like that are useful as a detective, even if it isn't the most forthright way of getting information.]