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[devoutish]

Yeah?

[That's it, that's all you get.]

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[headjacked]

Then y-yeah, he qualifies. Specifics are gonna be difficult to explain, but... he can -- could control parts of me. My arm, usually.

And he's fond of strangling people.

[devoutish]

[Huh. The arm that's gone now, he wonders, or the one that's still there?]

And he picked House as a victim one day, did he?

[headjacked]

Yep. Wasn't a random pick, as... as you know.

Still, I never wanted to kill the guy.

[devoutish]

Mm. It's not the sort of choice somebody should make for you, if your heart's not in it.

[Life lessons from Alfie Solomons: if you're going to murder, do it because you want to, kids!]

Is this man still in your head now?

[headjacked]

Yeah...

[ A lot lot LOT happened between the Strangling Incident and now, and although Rhys likes Alfie, by the way his voice breaks it's obvious that he's hesitant to fill in those blanks. ]

Sorry, not sure why I'm dumping all this on you.

[devoutish]

I asked, didn't I? Reason enough.

[But Alfie reads people well, and he hears that hesitation, so he decides not to ask any more. He has no reason to need to know, and he likes Rhys okay; he has no reason to dig or needle at him, either.]

[headjacked]

Sure. Sure.

[ Maybe, when his head is less full of fluff, he can elaborate. For now -- ]

...thanks, Alfie. You're pretty cool.

[devoutish]

And I've avoided arrest, so far.

[Always taking the time to tangentially pick on Steve and Watson.]

[headjacked]

That's how you know you're doing it right.

[ It's a joke, yes? Yes. Yes!! A joke that is followed up with a hellish mechanical screech. ]

[devoutish]

[He's about to confirm that yes, he absolutely knows he's doing it right, when--]

There; what the fuck was that, then?

==> video;

[headjacked]

That's Dumpy, he -- hold on --

[ A quick swap to video, and a shot of a small floating robot mashing itself against Rhys' head, like some kind of attention-starved cat. ]

He's saying hello! Or goodnight. Or 'screw you'. It. It's hard to tell.

video;

[devoutish]

[Alfie is wearing a fluffy bathrobe - which might lower his fearsome cred even more than his name, unless you take into consideration the fact that he's apparently confident enough in said fearsome cred that he doesn't mind appearing on video looking like he just walked out of a Bed, Bath & Beyond ad.]

And he's a... what, an AI?

[headjacked]

Security drone. Think... tiny, mechanical bodyguard.

[ He twirls a finger in circles and Dumpy follows, spinning and trilling. If Rhys is judging Alfie for the bathrobe, he doesn't say it aloud.

This is probably in part due to Rhys also sporting his bathrobe, though it is once again being used as a blanket. ]

[devoutish]

And he protects you?

["Drone" in this context mostly goes over Alfie's head, but "security" definitely doesn't.]

[headjacked]

He, uh. He tries. He tries really, really hard.

He used to be able to stun people. Now he just... rams into heads. Somewhat effective, sometimes.

[devoutish]

Shame you can't fix that, here.

[Stunning stuff would be useful.]

[headjacked]

Maybe we could charge him up --

[ Hm. Something to discuss with Angel, when the two of them are feeling up to it. ]

-- Anyway, think I've talked your ear off enough for one night. See you around, Alfie.

[devoutish]

Have a good night, Rhys. Feel better.