[ despite his capabilities, connor arrives at breakfast just as confused as anyone else. he hadn't woken with a hangover, but it was odd enough to reboot and find himself laying in an unfamiliar bed with a maid at the door. he hadn't known what else to do than to go to the meal that was on offer, and it seems to him when he arrives in one of the outfits left in the closet that it was the correct choice.

analyzing the faces surrounding him, he comes to the conclusion that he isn't the only one who's arrived under mysterious circumstances. a mass kidnapping? he's given some odd looks when the only thing he orders is a glass of water — but he either doesn't notice, or doesn't care.

instead, once the orders have been taken, he leans toward the person sitting nearest to him and asks, ]

Did you also arrive this morning?

[ the pool itself holds no real allure, but the people do. connor spends his time time at the party sitting in the shade beneath a colorful umbrella, wearing a pair of small black shorts — the boxer-briefs that came with his uniform. they double up fine as swim shorts, even if the waistband is emblazoned in LED with his model number, RK800, and cyberlife's company name. his hands folded primly in his lap, LED blinking blue, he analyzes anyone and everyone who wanders close enough with a placid look on his soft face, doe-brown eyes darting from person to person to person. though no matter how he tries, he can't connect to his database, so the most information he gets out of it is the stress level of the various individuals passing by.

if only the lieutenant were here. he could really use a partner on this case. ]

_cake
[ though connor doesn't have a birthday per se, his activation date was in august, and for that reason he finds himself with a personalized cake decorated with winding silver fondant vines and blue icing roses, his model number, RK800, written in icing in the center.

none of which he can eat.

he turns to someone nearby. ]

Excuse me? Would you like to have this? It seems a shame for it to go to waste.

_cornucopia (cw: cannibalism)
[ he's an idiot for not analyzing the food sooner.

as nice as the venue, this is still a kidnapping case, but it's only after connor politely sips the tea that he sees the truth for what it is — even as errors collect in his log, he refuses to believe he could fall victim to a hallucinatory. and it only takes a small sample pressed to his tongue to confirm it. his LED circles red, red, red. if he had a stomach, he would be sick to it. the rich waft of dinner makes him dizzy, and he moves away from the display on unsteady legs, static fizzing up and down his circuits in a nauseating feedback loop.

in a tight voice, he says to the next person he stumbles into, ]

Don't eat the food.

[ before attempting to shoulder past and go on his way. there's nothing he can do. he has no authority in this place. there's no point in letting his distress get the better of him here. ]