Arrival One moment, Simon is in stasis, badly damaged and waiting to be processed as evidence, trapped in mental limbo after his pump had been deactivated by the uncaring hand of the deviant hunter. The next, he's in a lovely, cozy sitting room, standing awkwardly and listening to a woman with white hair she doesn't remind him of Kathleen, no, he can't allow that explain that his presence in a village full of other people with a mind to help may be the only thing keeping their island from staying in its cycle of deathlessness.
So he does what he always does: he agrees. He helps. It's what he was designed to do, and what he still wants to do, in spite of everything.
He asks if there are others like him here, but she tells him that he's the only one of his kind, at least for now. He doesn't know if this is a comforting notion or not. He hast to believe that his people are in good hands with Markus. That his sacrifice for their cause wasn't in vain.
In his plain winter clothes that he hadn't had the heart to turn down when they were offered, Simon steps onto the frigid beach after a quiet ride with the local ferryman. He attempts to scan the area, and only comes up with the most basic information. Strange... The circular LED at his temple blinks yellow, then stays steady, glowing against his pale skin. He might as well start into town, looking a bit lost and sad, heading for the Inn that all new arrivals are directed toward.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow... Simon has posted a bulletin up on the local board:
OFFERING ROOF/ROAD/WALKWAY CLEARING ASSISTANCE Find Simon Reed at the Oak & Iron
He is, of course, going to be going along with the volunteers from the Town Hall, and will quietly wait for directions to the bulk of where everyone will be going. It is noteable, almost certainly, that his winter wear is still the most basic that can be offered, with the only exception being boots better suited for maintaining traction on slick patches of ground.
He nods to the person he's been paired with for going to clear one of the side roads. He still hasn't said much of anything in favor of simply listening and recording what he can of the pertinent information: names, locations, applicable advice. This should be easy enough. He's been through several Detroit winters by now. He's got this.
Wildcards Perhaps he has just stopped you from eating something that's been transformed by the chocolate house curse. Perhaps you've just hit him with a snowball as he works on clearing a road near the farmlands. Perhaps your boat from the Tunnel of Love just skidded right by, or possibly right into him as he gets acquainted with the area. Whatever it may be, there is a sad-looking blond man looking decidedly ruffled, with a blinky yellow light attached to the side of his forehead, trying his best to gently check if you're okay and then warn you to watch where you're going, throwing, or eating.
Simon (PL600) | Detroit: Become Human | Adult (Existing player)
One moment, Simon is in stasis, badly damaged and waiting to be processed as evidence, trapped in mental limbo after his pump had been deactivated by the uncaring hand of the deviant hunter. The next, he's in a lovely, cozy sitting room, standing awkwardly and listening to a woman with white hair
she doesn't remind him of Kathleen, no, he can't allow thatexplain that his presence in a village full of other people with a mind to help may be the only thing keeping their island from staying in its cycle of deathlessness.So he does what he always does: he agrees. He helps. It's what he was designed to do, and what he still wants to do, in spite of everything.
He asks if there are others like him here, but she tells him that he's the only one of his kind, at least for now. He doesn't know if this is a comforting notion or not. He hast to believe that his people are in good hands with Markus. That his sacrifice for their cause wasn't in vain.
In his plain winter clothes that he hadn't had the heart to turn down when they were offered, Simon steps onto the frigid beach after a quiet ride with the local ferryman. He attempts to scan the area, and only comes up with the most basic information. Strange... The circular LED at his temple blinks yellow, then stays steady, glowing against his pale skin. He might as well start into town, looking a bit lost and sad, heading for the Inn that all new arrivals are directed toward.
Let It Snow, Let It Snow...
Simon has posted a bulletin up on the local board:
Find Simon Reed at the Oak & Iron
He is, of course, going to be going along with the volunteers from the Town Hall, and will quietly wait for directions to the bulk of where everyone will be going. It is noteable, almost certainly, that his winter wear is still the most basic that can be offered, with the only exception being boots better suited for maintaining traction on slick patches of ground.
He nods to the person he's been paired with for going to clear one of the side roads. He still hasn't said much of anything in favor of simply listening and recording what he can of the pertinent information: names, locations, applicable advice. This should be easy enough. He's been through several Detroit winters by now. He's got this.
Wildcards
Perhaps he has just stopped you from eating something that's been transformed by the chocolate house curse. Perhaps you've just hit him with a snowball as he works on clearing a road near the farmlands. Perhaps your boat from the Tunnel of Love just skidded right by, or possibly right into him as he gets acquainted with the area. Whatever it may be, there is a sad-looking blond man looking decidedly ruffled, with a blinky yellow light attached to the side of his forehead, trying his best to gently check if you're okay and then warn you to watch where you're going, throwing, or eating.