[He pushes the door to the back room open, and it immediately becomes apparent that this is the part of the building he's living in. What used to be an sizable office for the game room has become his personal quarters: there's a couch on one wall, and a desk on the opposite, one with a terminal very much like the ones they have back in the Commonwealth. The far end of the room has a bed along it, which might come across as an odd choice, given he doesn't have to sleep. The walls aren't exactly decorated, but they do feature an array of notes and charts, almost all pertaining to the Guard patrol routes. On a couple of nails above his desk is an unremarkable saber, something he uses to save on bullets. Closer to the door are a couple of sitting chairs, as well as a small table with a fishbowl in the center.
It's not much, but it's home for now. It's clear the moment they walk in that they're not alone -- the fish aside, there's a glow from under the bed where a single, vibrant eye watches the two of them.]
Save for the occasional odd look or question about whether or not I'm a feature of the city, most people don't think too much of it. Or they didn't until the Null came to town. Thankfully, I'd been around long enough by then that they knew where I stood. Took the gods longer to come around.
[With good reason.]
Frankly, we're not the most unusual residents here. Not the only mechanical ones, either.
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[He pushes the door to the back room open, and it immediately becomes apparent that this is the part of the building he's living in. What used to be an sizable office for the game room has become his personal quarters: there's a couch on one wall, and a desk on the opposite, one with a terminal very much like the ones they have back in the Commonwealth. The far end of the room has a bed along it, which might come across as an odd choice, given he doesn't have to sleep. The walls aren't exactly decorated, but they do feature an array of notes and charts, almost all pertaining to the Guard patrol routes. On a couple of nails above his desk is an unremarkable saber, something he uses to save on bullets. Closer to the door are a couple of sitting chairs, as well as a small table with a fishbowl in the center.
It's not much, but it's home for now. It's clear the moment they walk in that they're not alone -- the fish aside, there's a glow from under the bed where a single, vibrant eye watches the two of them.]
Save for the occasional odd look or question about whether or not I'm a feature of the city, most people don't think too much of it. Or they didn't until the Null came to town. Thankfully, I'd been around long enough by then that they knew where I stood. Took the gods longer to come around.
[With good reason.]
Frankly, we're not the most unusual residents here. Not the only mechanical ones, either.