Glad to be rid of the carnival, a mall is an environment Chloe can get on board with much more easily. Sure, it won’t be just a mall but – shopping! For all her creator’s flaws, monetary generosity isn’t one of them (a net worth of 120 billion dollars makes for little need to be frugal). Frittering money away has never been encouraged but she is admittedly used to the getting and having of things. With most of her purchasing being done online, there’s an element of wonder at being able to wander around to see and touch and be in amongst all the things.
Need some advice or outside opinion? An android who’s happy to play personal shopper is at your service.
One place she can be found is in amongst the electronics. Sorry to anyone who wanted to check out that display iPad as she’s pretty much commandeered it. Nor does she seem to need to use her hands to flick or scroll through anything on said iPad. Currently, she’s watching what appears to be a video of a ballet performance. With the odd angle indicating a view from the box seats, it has the feel of bootleg (albeit a very high quality one).
⭕ Ib. KISS FROM A ROSE
The magical mall continues to giveth unto Chloe as she passes a place advertising to come on in and make your own music video. Well. It would be rude not to, wouldn’t it? It’s not exactly the karaoke bar of her dreams but it definitely sounds fun. Or her brand of fun when dork-mode is enabled, anyway. Singing is good for the soul (even when you aren’t sure you have one) and it’s bound to be entertaining in one form or another so really, will it be that bad?
A question anyone passing might want to ask themselves as Chloe hopefully looks out for someone to join her. There's only a 52.7% chance that she'll want to do Britney so the odds are almost in your favour. Pals (or extremely accommodating strangers) don’t let pals make terrible green screen choices alone.
⭕ IV. LET ‘EM SAY WE’RE CRAZY
As all good things must come to an end, so must Chloe’s enjoyment of the latest island. Strolling around, she notices how a men’s store mannequin looks kind of… off. A processing error? Possibly. Maybe there are a few kinks still being worked out from her grand adventure in breaking her programming. Or maybe its just… these places being these places.
Each time she goes by a window, the more aware she becomes that she wasn’t wrong. The mannequins all have the appearance of a somewhat dishevelled middle aged man. All staring at her. All watching her. Keen eyes that see through things.
What do they see? She knows. Oh, she knows. And he must know, too. That’s why she’s being watched. Her thirium pump pounds wildly in her chest, face flushed its light blue as her LED spins red.
That man… Without him, there's a chance she would be dead. Or something that isn’t her. A great man she’s grateful to.
Yes. That’s what she sees him as. All she sees him as. Not as her ticket out.
To avoid the gaze, she ducks behind a pillar and presses her back against it, eyes squeezed shut. She can feel them still, staring.
A man. A badge. A title. A ticket out.
⭕ WILDCARD
[ Want to choose your own adventure? Catch me at another_thoughts_hat or via PM and we can do a thing! ]
Chloe | Detroit: Become Human
Glad to be rid of the carnival, a mall is an environment Chloe can get on board with much more easily. Sure, it won’t be just a mall but – shopping! For all her creator’s flaws, monetary generosity isn’t one of them (a net worth of 120 billion dollars makes for little need to be frugal). Frittering money away has never been encouraged but she is admittedly used to the getting and having of things. With most of her purchasing being done online, there’s an element of wonder at being able to wander around to see and touch and be in amongst all the things.
Need some advice or outside opinion? An android who’s happy to play personal shopper is at your service.
One place she can be found is in amongst the electronics. Sorry to anyone who wanted to check out that display iPad as she’s pretty much commandeered it. Nor does she seem to need to use her hands to flick or scroll through anything on said iPad. Currently, she’s watching what appears to be a video of a ballet performance. With the odd angle indicating a view from the box seats, it has the feel of bootleg (albeit a very high quality one).
⭕ Ib. KISS FROM A ROSE
The magical mall continues to giveth unto Chloe as she passes a place advertising to come on in and make your own music video. Well. It would be rude not to, wouldn’t it? It’s not exactly the karaoke bar of her dreams but it definitely sounds fun. Or her brand of fun when dork-mode is enabled, anyway. Singing is good for the soul (even when you aren’t sure you have one) and it’s bound to be entertaining in one form or another so really, will it be that bad?
A question anyone passing might want to ask themselves as Chloe hopefully looks out for someone to join her. There's only a 52.7% chance that she'll want to do Britney so the odds are almost in your favour. Pals (or extremely accommodating strangers) don’t let pals make terrible green screen choices alone.
⭕ IV. LET ‘EM SAY WE’RE CRAZY
As all good things must come to an end, so must Chloe’s enjoyment of the latest island. Strolling around, she notices how a men’s store mannequin looks kind of… off. A processing error? Possibly. Maybe there are a few kinks still being worked out from her grand adventure in breaking her programming. Or maybe its just… these places being these places.
Each time she goes by a window, the more aware she becomes that she wasn’t wrong. The mannequins all have the appearance of a somewhat dishevelled middle aged man. All staring at her. All watching her. Keen eyes that see through things.
What do they see? She knows. Oh, she knows. And he must know, too. That’s why she’s being watched. Her thirium pump pounds wildly in her chest, face flushed its light blue as her LED spins red.
That man… Without him, there's a chance she would be dead. Or something that isn’t her. A great man she’s grateful to.
Yes. That’s what she sees him as. All she sees him as. Not as her ticket out.
To avoid the gaze, she ducks behind a pillar and presses her back against it, eyes squeezed shut. She can feel them still, staring.
A man. A badge. A title. A ticket out.
⭕ WILDCARD
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