The logic virus attack that hit the Bunker would have been devastating, were it not for the efforts of a few Operators on duty, a rapid and organized response, and a whole lot of luck. The attack was thwarted, everyone was saved, and many sighs of relief were had. But not wanting to risk the same thing happening again, the Bunker was put into lockdown while its security systems were being completely overhauled... which would take months at best... years at worst...

Which meant that, for the first time in a long time, no one had anything to do. There was no work, no need for security, no urgency, and no real need to clean up... Just a populated space station of androids with a whole lot of nothing to do. Protocols and decorum were eased to accommodate the long staycation.

Androids walked around and about in their night clothes, their underwear, or nothing at all. They laid in their rooms or in the communal areas, they played little games of tag, they reprogrammed - and usually lewdly modded - old video games. Nothing was really off the table... and why would it be when Commander White, herself, was constantly found reclining someplace and snoring gently.

On a day like any other, 2B was trekking through the halls of the Bunker, passing by androids who would throw her lazy but welcoming waves. She came upon A2 napping by a reinforced window, a view of Earth and the expanse of space on the other side. 2B asked forwardly, "Have you seen him?"

As A2 groaned and stretched languidly, Popola and Devola overheard the question while they were doing some light sweeping, going through the motions of their old duties. Popola then smiled and asked, "Hoping to spend the day with him again?" while Devola smirked knowingly.

2B simply nodded, "Yes."

Behind her, 6O and 21O also sauntered over, seeing their usual friend group coming together. 21O offered, "He tends to never be far away. Give it a few seconds, I'm sure he'll make himself known."