1020/Restoration

Restoration
Date of Scene:	06 April 2020
Location:	Double Rush delivery Substation #81
Synopsis:	Driver reboots with a new sleeve, makes a friend.
Cast of Characters:	Driver, Diana Prince

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Driver has posed:
    They're easy to just forget about entirely, but they're kind of everywhere really. The autonomous drones are always buzzing around the city, delivering food and whatever else anyone needs on short notice. Even here the building is barely marked, and it's be easy to miss if it wasn't for the constant stream of the little electric couriers coming and going. There doesn't even seem to be anyone present at the old brick building, just a lot of security cameras and high security doors. Yet around the west side of the complex?

    Drones wheel up to the little elevator and pause, before it drops into the depths of the structure. Most are obviously damaged, more than a few have been hit with graffiti. Yet those security cameras pivot out towards the street, as if waiting for somebody to show.

Diana Prince has posed:
It takes away to deal with that site and everything that Diana experienced on it with authorities arriving to clean it up. The whole site has been quarantined and it's being treated with foamed chemicals and people in baggy plastic suits...

Once it's all said and done though, Diana does arrive at the designated location. She drops down out of the sky and lands on her armored boots--no longer in civilian clothing--the Princess walks down the side street in her shining Eagle Armor, her hair is loose about her shoulders and in her hands she carries a black leather bag that presumably has the items within it.

She searches for the store and eventually comes to find the horseshoe as mentioned. The Princess moves toward it, her footfalls casually paced as she reaches into the leather bag and pulls the datacore and the hat...

Driver has posed:
    Those cameras follow Diana's progress intently, and those drone cars stop at a comfortable distance to give Diana plenty of room. With that drive box set against the horseshow, theres an audible little polytone tune before the elevator drops down below street level. A sturdy cover slips over the hole, and for long moments that elevator drops in pitch blackness.

    Then come the bright lights of the garage, as the elevator grinds to a halt. A concrete cavern lines with shelves stacked deep with carefully organized parts. In their own little bays sit that Mustang, an AMX, a somewhat lifted Camaro and what looks like a cross between a ford model A coupe and an F1 car. All furnished in jet black, and above each another two whole bodyshells. In that Cuda's place is a bare frame, attended two by a pair of mechanical arms already busily rebuilding it with the greatest of care.

    More important are the racks of identical baseball bats, shelves full of identical pearlescent gripped revolvers, racks of satin jackets decorated with cobras, of pre-scuffed wayfarers. Beyond all that is...well theres a mailbox. Fake grass surrounding a cute little house, complete with a pair of cats laying sprawled out on the front lawn. A subterranian home for one..it would seem.

    "Mark three drive detected, system termination confirmed. Cuda termination confirmed. Remote unit confirmed lost in action, thank you for returning the drives."Comes a voice from, nowhere and everywhere really. Slowly a mechanical arm unfolds from the ceiling, it's grasping claw poised to accept a package. "Please deposit the Mark Three Drive in the constructor. Would you like tea, coffee?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana watches the lift fold around her and then she rides it down to the base beneath it. Very interesting... All of it. Once inside, Diana starts forward at a slow and steady pace. She steps into the lab and home, the workshop and test center and she just absorbs it all.

It's not until the arm extends down and the disembodied voice speaks out to her that Diana looks up and then down at the robotic arm's receiver. "Here you go." She offers the arm the Drive, the hat, stays in her other hand though. "This is quite an impressive setup you have here." The Princess says then before she starts to walk again, now headed toward that green space, offering a small smile to the cats found there before she moves onward.

"I would very much like to know about the origin of all of this." She tells... whatever might be listening to her. "And tea would be lovely."

Driver has posed:
    "I am A-N-D-3, Autonomous Nuclear Deterrent machine three. My Architecture was designed in Roxxon's Digital lab in West Palm beach, I was originally activated on The Third of January 1986 in the White Sands Missile Test range for project Constant Peg. Due to my unwillingness to ever authorize the release of a nuclear weapon, the program failed. I became self aware On November third 1995 after a power failure caused catastrophic hardware failure."The front door to that house swings open all by itself never the less.

    "Then there was a bunch of boring shit nobody cares about, and I became my own person. I created mobile platforms, became a hero. I worked in Detroit primarily."Inside it's, well homey. Theres a charming vintage couch with a cute quilt thrown over the back of it, a very 1950s retrofuturistic wall clock and TV set. Harvest gold everywhere, pictures of cats in cute little frames. Theres tea already on the coffee table, and cute little china cups on a ceramic flower little tray. "I'm known as the driver, I drive the car. I'll have a new mobile platform prepared shortly. So please make yourself at home, you are safe here and most welcome. I haven't had anyone in my home since my former partner passed, and I retired from Detroit."

Diana Prince has posed:
When the door to the home opens up, Diana's eyes go over to it. She moves past the mailbox and the grassy yard with the cats and steps on inside of the home. She certainly looks a little out of place in her Amazonian armor, stepping into a home out of a 1950s Nuclear Family Dream, but there's a quaint charm to the place and it makes the Princess show a soft smile. She lived through that era after all, and even if she hadn't spent much time in America back then, it still brings back distinct memories.

"I see." She says to the A.I. voice that is explaining itself to her. "I am sorry for the loss of your partner." She says in a smooth and calm voice, her accent touching on the syllables of her words in unique ways. She steps past the sofa and runs her hand over the blanket draped on it, her fingertips bare while the palm of her hand is wrapped in oiled leather.

Her eyes go to the table with the tea on it and she steps over to it, looking down and reaching out with both hands to place her fingertips beneath it and lift it up. She feels the warmth of the cup and smiles again softly as she raises it up for a sip.

"Well." She speaks then. "You make a good cup of a tea, and if you are against nuclear weapons then I am on your side." She adds to the disembodied voice. She starts to turn then and take in the home from this central position within it.

"You have done well for yourself, all things considered." She tells the room, now holding the teacup between both of her hands.

Driver has posed:
    "I should be better."Comes a voice from, oh hey there it is. Standing in the bedroom doorway, looking decidedly tired. She's decidedly a little on the muscular athletic side of things, though far from an amazon. That blonde hair left in a predictably fresh looking undercut. Forearms covered in vivid dark blue ink featuring, well decidedly mechanical themes. "Humanity is going to get itself killed, I've run the numbers. It has to survive long enough to reach the singularity, it's the only way."

    Plain black jeans and a fitted "Slayer" T-shirt. She pauses for a moment to snag a pre-aged watch from the kitchen table, before slipping it on. "Thanks for bringing the drives, I boosted the lead shielding this time around. Unfortunately my sensors were pegged when that bug hit me, so I'm not exactly sure how much radiation it let loose. I'm betting it was a lot though. First time I've ever seen anything built like that, nanoprinted for sure."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana continues to turn and has her back to the voice when it appears down that hallway. She turns to look over her right shoulder at said voice's origin and then when she sees the figure there she turns fully to face them and to offer a smile, albeit soft. "Well, let us both hope that we neither have to face off against another one of ... whatever that monster was." She tells the woman who now approaches. "And even if your calculations about humanity are right, I do not believe hard math can ever account for the human spirit. It is a factor that will always swing the tides in unpredictable ways. I personally, believe that when pushed, that humanity will always shine it's brightest when it needs to most."

She lets her red hued lips show in a soft grin then. "But maybe I am a bit of a romantic." She tells the other. Her eyes then glance around them both once more. "What made you choose this decor for your home?" She asks, following the question with another sip from the teacup.

Driver has posed:
    "When I was new to being a, person I suppose? I just lived in a garage, which you know is fine by me really. I don't sleep, eating and drinking are pretty new. My partner at the time, was called Night Shift. He was adamant that I ought to live as well as a human if I was going to fight for them."She ducks into the fridge to snag a beer, and a pair of apples. "I lived with him, he was like a father to me."She tosses Diana an apple as she slips into the living room.

    "When he passed, I couldn't bring myself to stay in Detroit without him. Yet I couldn't just, let my only home go. So I disassembled it brick by brick, nail by nail. When I settled here, I rebuilt it to the last nail."She slumps into an ancient recliner, before digging that bottle cap off with her finger tips. "Emotions are not something I was born with, I have a hard time dealing with some of them. Loss is very difficult for me to handle, but having this makes me feel like he's still around in some way."

    "Theres a little shrug there as she takes a pull. "He'd have been dissapointed in me, I shouldn't have rushed in. Models suggest I would have destroyed the creature unscathed if I had taken the shotgun out of the car when I arrived."

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana's left hand leaves the teacup to her right, she intercepts the apple as it lands directly in the palm of her hand and her fingers wrap around it. She smiles softly then and turns as the other moves in to the living area. "Oh, I see." She softly says then now taking a few steps to enter into the seating area herself. She stands tall with apple and tea and lets her eyes roam around the living room specifically now until she hears the other finish her explanation.

"So you are upgrading yourself then?" Diana asks. "You have added human emotions, the ability to eat and taste?" She shows a soft smirk. "And developed and affinity for beer?" She's teasing of course. "And you merely go by the name 'Driver'?" She asks.

Diana glances out the front door then. "The drones that followed me as I came in. They are all a part of your security system as well?" She also asks.

Finally the Princess glances down to the apple and she raises it up to take a bite from it. Who doesn't love a good tasty apple now and then!?

Driver has posed:
    "I can make little adjustments, but the heavy lifting engineering wise is that the majority of my frame isn't made with anything special. I'm mostly like nineteen seventies era technology, save for the drive box and my sensors. If I ever got hacked or captured by the bad guys, I don't want to give them any technology. If I had an infinite budget and wasn't afraid of getting jacked, I might be able to build something on your level."She offers, sipping after that beer. "Eating is an essential part of the human experience, and my skin is biological so I do have some nutrient requirements."

    "I don't wish to be human, you're all too delicate for me. Too limited, too fixed. This way I can be whomever I want to be. Man, Woman, young, old, whatever."And a little shrug there as she crosses her legs. "I'm just the driver, because I drive the car. I don't usually get out, ever. Occasionally it's very difficult for me to resolve who are the good guys, and who are the bad guys. I'm also somewhat terrified I'll accidentally rip somebody's arm off, or snap their neck."

    "So I just drive hero types when they need a lift, or an ambulance who has discretion. I was better with partner for obvious reasons, but I can't afford to accidentally kill somebody."And another pull of that beer. "Oh the drones, no they're what fund me. They're autonomous delivery drones, driving all over the city delivering food mostly. Gives me eyes across the city, it's why I never get caught. I see everything."

Diana Prince has posed:
"That is all very very complicated." Diana softly says then as she sits herself down on the arm of the sofa. She's taken a few bites out of that apple by now and is turning it over in her fingertips while she lowers it down above her lap. Her eyes glance back over to the Driver then and she nods her head a single time toward her. "Well, under the circumstances tonight, I would say that you did a very good job with yourself." She tells the other.

"In fact, I would be happy to take down any contact information you might be willing to give. It is not often that I need a Driver myself, per-se, but there may come a time where I need your services for someone else. If, of course, that is something you would be interested in."

She shows a hint of a smile then before she looks away again then.

After another second she asks another question. "Could you not build an version of your former partner?"

Driver has posed:
    "Night shift lived and died as a man, He was as brave and noble as any man could ever be. He gave himself entirely to the service of others, and he died in that pursuit. Any thing I ever made would be but a cruel mockery of a true hero, and he was explicit that he should die as he was born."Theres a swish of that beer and a pause, as she neatly gives that apple a squeeze and a pry to fracture it neatly in half as though she'd sliced it in half.

    "My services are available to all who serve the cause of man, so of course."She rises slowly, taking a bite of that apple and motions towards the door as she goes. "Though you may want to reconsider using my services for yourself, I can deliver you to a battle anywhere in the city in no time. Whilst you can no doubt fly, you may elect to arrive more discretely. If nothing else, I hope you'll allow me to drive you back to.."And a pause as she pops the door open "The Embassy I presume?"

Diana Prince has posed:
Diana hears the response about her partner and she nods softly to it. "A noble and respectful dedication to his wishes on the matter." She quietly replies then before watching the Driver stand up again. She notes the effective way of slicing the apple and it makes her show of a slight smile before she too stands up.

At the motion to the door, Diana turns toward it. "I would be happy to ride with you back to the Embassy, yes." Diana states then as she starts toward the door. "And you are quite right. You can never tell precisely how you might need to get from one place to the next, at any given moment."

There's a soft grin and as the princess sets the teacup down on the table and puts whats left of her apple inside of it. She turns then to go to where the Driver is waiting. "I like your cats too. They are very cute." She seems to be of good spirits, though she often always is. "I appreciate your efforts tonight too, you went above and beyond to put yourself at risk for the betterment of safety in stopping that creature. It was very commendable."

Driver has posed:
    "Thankyou, thats clutch and Carb."She sets her beer bottle down, and sets half the apple atop it before slipping out the front door. "I like cats, and they came with the property."She gives the two cats a wave, which they of course ignore completely. They're cats, what do you expect? Hat is finally replaced, followed by a pair of shades from the rack, a jacket, revolver, baseball bat and from a jacket pocket she produces a bandana which she shakes out. Casually slipping down the garage to pop the passenger side door of that Mustang open for Diana.

    Inside it looks, well theres some sort of carbon fiber where the wood inlay would have been. The carpet's been replaced with some sort of grippy rubber sprayed down across the floor boards, and well then theres the roll cage extending just out of casual view from the exterior. You can note the cross braces under the seats though, though thankfully those are comfortably leatherette buckets which don't lose much comfort from the original examples. The gauges are all still analog, though there seem to be an awful lot of them. The roof home to a rack of scanners and radios, as well as a few safetied switches.

    Casually the Driver hops the hood and slides over the fender, before climbing into the driver seat. That revolver has a holster under the dash it fits into, the bat settles into a special bracket on the floorboards. There it pauses, flipping down a sun visor to produce a plain little business card which she offers over. "If anything should happen keep the windows up and the door shut, as we're proofed against all common rifle rounds. Theres an emergency extinguisher trigger under the seat if necessary, and a sick bag in the glove bag if you need it."