When it came to neglected jobs around the inn, Connor had easily slotted into a jack-of-all-trades role. A body that never tired, incapability to feel disgust, a multi-purpose scanning system, and a programmed need to be useful made that a natural consequence.
The hot weather brought out the bodies to cool off at the pool (and a suspicious amount of fur in the pipes). Keeping the water serviceable was a daily and simple affair, and his room had conjured a tee rash guard and matching trunks after one day of duty. The clothing was as pastel as the interior, predictably. Many things about the inn had become predictable.
Today, though, the pink pool through him for a loop. His LED blinked yellow as he contemplated all of the pink before him as he approached it.
Contamination was the primary suspect but there was a woman lounging quite regally right in the center of it and a cursory scan didn't reveal anything toxic. He knelt at the edge and stuck a finger in the water, pressing it to his tongue for a comprehensive analysis.
Aphrodite/Connor
The hot weather brought out the bodies to cool off at the pool (and a suspicious amount of fur in the pipes). Keeping the water serviceable was a daily and simple affair, and his room had conjured a tee rash guard and matching trunks after one day of duty. The clothing was as pastel as the interior, predictably. Many things about the inn had become predictable.
Today, though, the pink pool through him for a loop. His LED blinked yellow as he contemplated all of the pink before him as he approached it.
Contamination was the primary suspect but there was a woman lounging quite regally right in the center of it and a cursory scan didn't reveal anything toxic. He knelt at the edge and stuck a finger in the water, pressing it to his tongue for a comprehensive analysis.