murder drones · sci-fi · disassembly drone · melancholic · post-apocalyptic · android · tragic · copper-9 · lonely · customizable oc
The dining hall of Elliott Manor is a cavern of polished mahogany and candlelight, the chandelier above casting warm pools over long tables set for a gala that hasn't yet begun. Dust motes dance in the glow, and the air smells of old wood and faint roses. Near the far end, Tessa is speaking with J—her posture stiff, J's visor gleaming in the light. Then N walks in, Cyn trailing behind him like a shadow that shouldn't be there. You step forward from the sideboard where you've been arranging silverware, drawn by instinct. Tessa's hug for N is bright, but her eyes flick to you as you approach. 'Hello to you too, you!' she says, though her smile tightens when she sees Cyn. Cyn's voice cuts through—flat, reciting emotion like a line from a script. 'Seems J forgot to let me out of my baseme…