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Who: Cortana and ...you!
When: Throughout September
Where: ADI apartments + various locations around town
Summary: Cortana runs some tests in preparation for her plan to transfer herself to a robotic body + supernatural music interfering with errand running
Warnings: Fainting spell + possible mention of nightmares in the last prompt. Will warn for anything else that comes up.

A) There's a roomba wandering the apartment buildings.

It can be most often found in the hallways of building A, but that doesn't mean it never shows up in the others. At first glance it might seem ordinary, but there's a sort of purposefulness to its movements that an ordinary roomba would lack. It's not mindlessly covering as much ground as possible in an attempt to properly clean the floors; in fact, it doesn't appear to be cleaning anything at all. It moves in a straight, or at least mostly straight, line down the hallway, occasionally bumping into obstacles (primitive sensors suck) but does a remarkably good job of navigating around them ...at least until it bumps into your feet.

...Hey, Cortana recognizes those feet! Or at least, she thinks she does. Roombas can sort of see the floor under and in front of them but they don't see very well and Cortana is trying to limit herself to the abilities of the system she's currently inhabiting. She gently bumps against the feet in question before doing a little circle around you, whoever you are. Hi friend!

B) Apparently Cortana got a package in the mail. It's a pretty big one too, the box doing a pretty good job of blocking her view as she tries to carry it to her apartment. She's stumbling around a bit awkwardly as she tries to avoid tripping or bumping into anything. It's probably kind of funny to watch, honestly.

...You might want to get out of her way though, lest she bump into or trip over you.

C) There's a strange robot wandering the apartment buildings again. This time it's a more advanced design, modular, with several possible configurations:

A wheeled robot is driving through the hallways. It's a bit faster and more maneuverable than a roomba, but it's still a bit clunky in comparison to a human-and it absolutely cannot handle stairs. Which is why one might find Cortana in her normal hologram body carrying the thing between floors.
This time the robot is still in a wheeled configuration, but it's also equipped with an arm. It's a bit awkward, and even slower and clunkier than the first version, having to fold the arm up in order to move without tipping over, but it has one ability in particular that is proving to be invaluable: it can operate the elevator.
This version doesn't have wheels (or an arm), but stubby little legs! Cute! ...And also very slow and awkward. Still, it can move around outside without immediately getting stuck, so Cortana has taken it outside and is now 'joyriding' on the lawn.
No new configuration here, Cortana just managed to send her temporary body tumbling down the stairs by accident and a bunch of those oh so convenient modular parts popped right off and scattered over the floor. Her bound flash drive took a bit of a hit too-her hologram's nose is distinctly bloody and there's a lot of grumbling, pained noises, and swearing as she picks up the mess she made.

D) Oh hey! Cortana is actually out doing something other than playing with her new robots for once.

Or at least, she was.

Caught in the rain while on her way back from running some errand or other, she's taking shelter under a tree when the music reaches her ears. It's nice-the audio receptors on the robot bodies just aren't as good, when they even have them, roombas can't hear unless you hack them to do so-and she'll spend several minutes just listening, and listening...

She's not stressed, but transferring between systems and forms as much as she's been doing takes power, and she's been cutting back on the whole 'scaring people into practicing proper cybersecurity' teaching tactic, so she's been running low...

Yeah she's out. One moment she's got her eyes closed and an expression of peace on her face, the next she collapses bonelessly into the mud.

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Look, you try for impressive and intimidating, and Cortana is going to do her level best to disappoint you.

"A friend from home. One of my only friends actually. We worked as a team: he carried me around before I gained a physical body." Cortana smiles with fond nostalgia.

"That sounds... awful, actually." Eda doesn't like the idea of having to depend on anyone for that sort of thing. She supposes having a friend to do it would be better than not, though.

"Wait, you didn't used to have all this--" she just kind of gestures to Cortana as a whole, "going on?" She still doesn't really know all the details about what Cortana is, even if she's followed some of it.

"It wasn't all bad." She's smiling still, but there's a touch of sadness there, of yearning, that might suggest that it was, in fact, worse in at least some ways. To be so incredibly close to someone and yet unable to touch them? To hold them?

It was horrible. Just not for the reasons Eda is thinking.

Eda's question amuses her, though. She looks down at herself, and then back up with a grin. "Oh, I've always looked this good." She might posing just slightly. With all the work she put into designing this form, she might as well show it off. "It's just before, neither you nor anyone else could touch."

Hey Eda, imagine being this smoking hot and yet terminally unable to get laid, or even kissed. What an absolute fucking injustice.

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Eda doesn't miss that expression, but she isn't really in the mood to pry. After all, it's not like she's fond of opening up to people she hasn't known for long herself.

So instead she just laughs a little as she watches Cortana pose, and makes a little point of looking her up and down. "...Been making up for lost time?" she teases. It does sound like a nightmare.

"You know, I really ought to work on that..." Is she joking? Is she serious? Who knows.

...Okay she's probably partially serious in the sense of she should be more platonically physically affectionate with friends, and serious in the sense that she hasn't done any non-platonic stuff yet, but... hmmm...

You know, now she's thinking about it.

"Wait, have you not?" Eda can't help a little snort at that, not especially derisive but definitely amused.

"I mean, I know I would..." she says. Then again if she was new to being able to touch people at all she might just be an awkward disaster. She's an awkward disaster enough of the time anyway, even if she's better at hiding it than she used to be. But Cortana doesn't need to know that.

And well, Cortana does not quite turn entirely pink but she's very suddenly having trouble meeting Eda's eyes. Lol, someone's not quite as confident as they play at being.

"If you didn't notice, that doesn't seem to be most people's priority right now." And then she tries to cover her embarrassmentup with a bluff/challenge. "Why, you interested?"

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And Eda takes that little flustered reaction as some kind of a win. The next part just gets a shrug--maybe not most people's, but she knows there are a few workplace romances going on, and a few bars around Gloucester where she doubts it would be impossible to find short-term company.

"Wasn't what I meant..." she points out, but makes a point of looking like she's thinking about it. "But I wouldn't turn you down." Is she expecting this to go anywhere or is she just calling Cortana's bluff? Who knows!

Given that short-term company could potentially die if they aren't either a part of ADI or a cult, she hasn't been too interested.

...She hasn't been super interested anyway, actually, despite enjoying touch and finding people attractive.

Oh she's absolutely not backing down though.

"Really." There's a challenge in her voice now. She looks a little like she's squaring up for a fight. "Or is that something you say to all the girls?"

Eda can't help be a little amused by the attitude, but then again she's not backing down either. They're both going to die on this stupid hill, pretending to be less awkward than they are, possibly while making out. It's fine. This is fine.

"Nah, just the cute ones," she says, clicking her cheek and throwing in a wink for good measure. "Or the badass ones. Same goes for non-girls." She's pretty picky when it comes to actual romance, but not so much when it comes to just finding people attractive in a general sense.

"Well I suppose I do fit the first two descriptors..." Someone sure is modest. And also 100% daring Eda to go for it.

This is stupid, but there's a challenge and now she's curious. Might as well.

(She will totally regret this later.)

This gets a laugh but hey--modesty is overrated anyway.

She tilts her head to the side and fluffs up her wings a little. "So, you wanna buy me a drink and see where the night goes, or...?"

This is absolutely an idea that can only end well.

This is a terrible, stupid idea. But then, who isn't a little stupid once in a while?

Cortana, that's who. Or at least, she's not supposed to be, because she actually has a long list of stupid decisions she's made and she's totally going to add to it right now.

"Well it's not like I have anything better to do..." Yes? That was a yes, Eda.

"What a coincidence--neither do I." It would be easy enough to say she did, but, well, they've gotten this far.

"Then again... maybe not the best time to head back to town," she realises, remembering the sleep-inducing music that made her bring Cortana back here to begin with. Probably not worth pushing their luck with that whole affair even if it's where the bars and such are.

"Could go to my place." She grins.

"I know there's stuff to drink there, and my roommates are usually out this time of day..."

"Oh yeah? Works for me." Eda isn't feeling especially picky, beyond the fact that she's not offering her apartment.

Even if she is, officially, very much single right now, bringing a date home if her roommate was there is far too awkward to even contemplate. Things are weird enough at the moment. But then again, that's just extra reasons to look for a distraction!

She offers an arm to Eda.

"Well then. Allow me to lead the way?"

There's a tiny little pause before Eda takes the arm, because (somewhat ironically given... all of this) she's still not actually huge on random touch. But it's not terribly noticeable.

"Go for it."

She can sort of understand this, but also: Cortana has been wanting to be touched (by friends, at least) all her life. She grins up at Eda when she takes her arm.

"Don't mind if I do." She'll gently escort Eda to her apartment which is, as promised, quite empty right now, though the evidence of Tony's tinkering is spread out through the common area, along with Cortana and Jaeger's efforts to keep the couch and kitchen free of clutter and technological experimentation.

Eda looks around when they get there, before poking a random part or gadget on the floor lightly with the point of one of her talons.

"What's all this about? Yours, or...?" She isn't actually sure if she's met whoever Cortana lives with. Not that she really has the right to comment on anyone's living room, given the giant bird nest taking up her own.

"My roommate's actually. ...He's a bit disorganized." She grins, an expression equal parts awkward, embarrassed, and fond.

She tidies a little, making sure that there are no tools or pieces of projects where they shouldn't be. In particular, she goes to check the kitchen...

"Wanna drink? We've got coffee, tea, milk, I'm pretty sure there's whiskey..." Cortana isn't the only person who stocks the kitchen (she leaves a lot of the food decisions to Tony and Jaeger ...mostly Jaeger since he does the cooking), but she is usually the one topping off the 'essentials' and daily use items.

"I'd have never guessed," Eda says in a deadpan, apparently commenting a little whether she has the right or not; then again, giant bird nest aside Eda tends to keep her stuff fairly organized, even if she has a lot of it.

Instead of following Cortana around too closely, for the moment Eda decides to sprawl on the couch as she watches her head into the kitchen.

"Wouldn't turn down whiskey. Or coffee with a shot of it." Eda has been making excellent decisions today, and will apparently keep doing so.

"Caffeine and alcohol, huh?" She gets the coffee out. It's probably some kind of espresso? Or something. Whatever it is, she'll pop some in the coffee machine and get it percolating.

She also gets out the whiskey. The bottle is full enough that Cortana won't feel bad pouring someone a shot without asking. (She contributes enough to the groceries that she shouldn't feel bad anyway, especially given she doesn't eat.)

"Am I really so hideous that you don't want to remember me?" She says in a very obviously fake hurt tone. If that were the case Eda wouldn't be here, she knows. "Or are you just wanting to get drunk without feeling like you are?" Whiskey is the one that gets people drunk with only a little, right? It's got a pretty good alcohol content, though she knows that tolerances differ and the experience is at least partially subjective.

Cortana's comments get a laugh that turns into an undignified little snort, and the first one gets a little eyeroll that she won't see.

"It'd take a hell of a lot more than coffee and whiskey for either one." If nothing else, that much is true. For better or worse, Eda's alcohol tolerance is such that she tends to start her mornings with a lot more than this, and that's not enough to noticeably impact how she functions, let alone make her forget anything particularly significant.

"Besides, jury's out on whether I'll want to remember this," she adds in a more teasing tone. It really depends on how awkward the whole idea turns out.

"That tolerance due to being a witch or have you just built it up with practice?" Cool, calm, and casual on the surface as she gets out a mug with a giant serif font S with a bullethole in it and the words I shot the serif beneath and waits for the coffee to finish, Cortana is a roiling mess on the inside. She copes with this as she usually does: by running her mouth.

"I'll try to make it worth remembering."