[Hank had been busy playing with Sumo, dragging a large piece of rope as the dog attempted to drag it from him. He was failing, but not as bad as when he stepped out of his room and stared at what Connor was holding like he'd been given one of those gag presents him and Jeffrey would send to each other attempting to keep a straight face.]
[Sometimes Hank does forget that Connor wouldn't know about these things. No way Cyberlife thought about a 'taking androids to parties' module. He takes one final look at the costume before he looks away for some reason that he's not sure of himself.]
Yeah it's fucking strange alright...think we can both agree that police outfits don't normally look like that. That more something you give to play a prank on someone. Where'd you get it?
There was a package at the door, with a note addressed to me.
[Lowering the... outfit, he picks up said note to show it to his partner. It's in comic sans. Connor doesn't understand the memetic qualities of such a thing, but he does recognize the font.]
It's anonymous, though I have a couple of guesses as to who it might have come from.
What the fuck, Connor. Who the hell would want to prank you?
[He squints his eyes, both at the message and the fact it was written in a font that even people like Hank Fucking Anderson knew were an affront to writing. It at least stops him from thinking about the outfit.]
Christ, that note this takes me back to my teen years.
Well, unless there's someone else I don't know of who can write in a perfect approximation of a font from Earth, I would guess Markus or Simon.
[What with the absence of... you know... comic sans, on any kind of printing technology here.]
I didn't expect it of either of them, though. [He pauses for a moment, contemplating the whole circumstance with a bewildered look on his face.] Then again, I can't say I fully understand pranks in the first place...
Huh...that font's usually shitty enough on its own I hadn't even noticed.
[He looks down on the note again, realizing how perfect it looks. He'd taken a look so fast it just seemed a handwritten note as the font tended to do. But if it really is Markus or Simon, he's not sure if he should be impressed that they bothered doing this at all, or utterly frightened that they felt comfortable enough to pull this kind of prank.]
Pranking's a bit of an art, really. [He runs a hand on his forehead because this is going to be hard to explain clearly. Hopefully he'll make sense.] You have to understand your target enough to know how far you can go. If you go overboard it becomes malicious, you know? Shit like this's just meant to confuse you. Uhhh...say someone switches out your coin for something far heaver but looks exactly like the other, then watching you be confused about it.
[Explaining to someone who hadn't really experienced pranks until now before was a lot harder than it seemed.]
So in this case...I'm not sure what they were going for. [He looks away again, crossing his arms, as to what this might imply.] First of all, where the hell would they even get that type of outfit. Feels more like something you'd find at the Eden Club.
[Connor does, of course, know the dictionary definition of a prank and a few associated tidbits. That doesn't mean he really gets it, much like he didn't really get emotion or pleasure or any of that when he first came out of CyberLife. He lets Hank explain, though, in the hopes of getting some kind of insight. ... he doesn't really get any.]
Well, if confusion was the goal, they've certainly accomplished it.
[He says it a little helplessly, for once completely out of his depth. He has no answers.]
I have no idea. Provocative costumes tend to have a... different look, around here. It seems like a bit too much effort for a prank to have it custom made, though?
Heh heh. [Just a little tiny bit of a smile, then. In the end if this is Markus or Simon it is a pretty damn ridiculous situation. As far as Hank's seen of shady weird pranks this isn't too bad. Really fucking strange, but nothing terrible.] Guess so.
[Connor does bring up a good point. He doesn't see either of the men setting up that type of elaborate ruse, but then again Hank doesn't think like an android.]
I don't think it was something from back home either. Otherwise...you know what I don't even want to fucking think about that.
[Connor frowns as the other possibilities come to mind, and none of them really seem all that plausible, although he's starting to have additional doubts about his previous conceptions on others' motives and willingness.
Go figure that it would take something like this to make him doubt his predictive programming.]
Maybe it's better if I put this away and not try to think about it again.
[Either that or go straight to the apparent source for interrogation. It's a 50-50 chance for him right now, honestly.]
[Hank briefly seems to ponder it before shrugging. Thankfully his brain has managed to push this off into the side of 'don't give a fuck' as he tends to do with a lot of things. As interesting as it would be to know the reason why this happened at all, the costume was given to Connor and not to him (thank Christ) and Connor is free to do with it as he wills. Granted this does not stop him from having an opinion.]
Shit that's better than me. Think I would have just burned the damn thing.
[Hank is definitely welcome to his opinion. Connor doesn't exactly know what he's going to do with this, if anything, but it seems like a waste to get rid of it for some reason. At least his clothing doesn't take up that much space, thanks to not needing to wash things as regularly, so it's not that much of an issue to keep it.
Maybe if he gets some answers he'll find something to do with it. Who knows.]
Well it ain't evidence and I've probably done worse pranks to a few others...not to mention seeing someone's face when you told them you just burned it like it was the most logical thing to do.
[Overkill? 100%. Hank's the type to fight fire with literal fire if he needs to and get the upper hand.]
Well, if you ever get an idea to strike back at 'em, lemme know. I've got experience in this sort of shit.
[A look of faint concern mixed with an awkward smile meant to acknowledge humor comes to his face as he tilts his head slightly, making a note to himself. He had partly expected Hank to confirm, but, uh.
Tendencies towards pyromania...?]
... right. [Maybe he... should do some external research first. Just to be sure. ... and safe.] If I get the urge, I'll... let you know.
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Connor, what the fuck?!
[Context. He needs context. Like now.]
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What? Is it as strange as I think it is? [He thought maybe Hank had some... insight... or something, but maybe not.]
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Yeah it's fucking strange alright...think we can both agree that police outfits don't normally look like that. That more something you give to play a prank on someone. Where'd you get it?
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[Lowering the... outfit, he picks up said note to show it to his partner. It's in comic sans. Connor doesn't understand the memetic qualities of such a thing, but he does recognize the font.]
It's anonymous, though I have a couple of guesses as to who it might have come from.
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[He squints his eyes, both at the message and the fact it was written in a font that even people like Hank Fucking Anderson knew were an affront to writing. It at least stops him from thinking about the outfit.]
Christ, that note this takes me back to my teen years.
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[What with the absence of... you know... comic sans, on any kind of printing technology here.]
I didn't expect it of either of them, though. [He pauses for a moment, contemplating the whole circumstance with a bewildered look on his face.] Then again, I can't say I fully understand pranks in the first place...
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[He looks down on the note again, realizing how perfect it looks. He'd taken a look so fast it just seemed a handwritten note as the font tended to do. But if it really is Markus or Simon, he's not sure if he should be impressed that they bothered doing this at all, or utterly frightened that they felt comfortable enough to pull this kind of prank.]
Pranking's a bit of an art, really. [He runs a hand on his forehead because this is going to be hard to explain clearly. Hopefully he'll make sense.] You have to understand your target enough to know how far you can go. If you go overboard it becomes malicious, you know? Shit like this's just meant to confuse you. Uhhh...say someone switches out your coin for something far heaver but looks exactly like the other, then watching you be confused about it.
[Explaining to someone who hadn't really experienced pranks until now before was a lot harder than it seemed.]
So in this case...I'm not sure what they were going for. [He looks away again, crossing his arms, as to what this might imply.] First of all, where the hell would they even get that type of outfit. Feels more like something you'd find at the Eden Club.
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Well, if confusion was the goal, they've certainly accomplished it.
[He says it a little helplessly, for once completely out of his depth. He has no answers.]
I have no idea. Provocative costumes tend to have a... different look, around here. It seems like a bit too much effort for a prank to have it custom made, though?
[The mystery keeps happening.]
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Heh heh. [Just a little tiny bit of a smile, then. In the end if this is Markus or Simon it is a pretty damn ridiculous situation. As far as Hank's seen of shady weird pranks this isn't too bad. Really fucking strange, but nothing terrible.] Guess so.
[Connor does bring up a good point. He doesn't see either of the men setting up that type of elaborate ruse, but then again Hank doesn't think like an android.]
I don't think it was something from back home either. Otherwise...you know what I don't even want to fucking think about that.
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Go figure that it would take something like this to make him doubt his predictive programming.]
Maybe it's better if I put this away and not try to think about it again.
[Either that or go straight to the apparent source for interrogation. It's a 50-50 chance for him right now, honestly.]
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Shit that's better than me. Think I would have just burned the damn thing.
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[Hank is definitely welcome to his opinion. Connor doesn't exactly know what he's going to do with this, if anything, but it seems like a waste to get rid of it for some reason. At least his clothing doesn't take up that much space, thanks to not needing to wash things as regularly, so it's not that much of an issue to keep it.
Maybe if he gets some answers he'll find something to do with it. Who knows.]
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[Overkill? 100%. Hank's the type to fight fire with literal fire if he needs to and get the upper hand.]
Well, if you ever get an idea to strike back at 'em, lemme know. I've got experience in this sort of shit.
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Tendencies towards pyromania...?]
... right. [Maybe he... should do some external research first. Just to be sure. ... and safe.] If I get the urge, I'll... let you know.
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Probably.]
Good. Now put that shit away, we have better things to do.