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redshiftlogs2019-10-20 12:47 am
circumitus) wrote in redshiftlogs2019-10-20 12:47 am
persona non grata. [OPEN]
WHO: Rey and you!
WHAT: After keeping her distance for a while, Rey runs into the inevitable -- other people. And also an obsessive mutant cat that seems to follow her wherever she goes.
WHERE: All over Anchor.
WHEN: Month of October.
NOTES: I have a strong preference towards prose but I can handle brackets as well!
WHAT: After keeping her distance for a while, Rey runs into the inevitable -- other people. And also an obsessive mutant cat that seems to follow her wherever she goes.
WHERE: All over Anchor.
WHEN: Month of October.
NOTES: I have a strong preference towards prose but I can handle brackets as well!
i. Bar;
There were periods in which Rey would spend days without seeing or communicating with another person. An unhealthy habit for sure, but it was something she had become used to during her period in the sky prison, carefully evading the synthetic wards among the labyrinthine corridors and inner tunnels and pipes. For someone as heavy and lumbering as Rey, she was surprisingly agile and stealthy. It also helped that she had plenty of experience in knowing where to go and how to avoid being seen.
Right now she's not spending much effort in doing so. After all, she's found that this isn't in fact the sky prison. There's no IV or synthetic sentry in sight, as far as she can tell. If there were... Well, she would just have to deal with them as they came.
Today, she just wants a drink or twenty. Except every time she orders, the fucking robot bartender gets her order wrong. And it couldn't have possibly gotten her order more wrong if it threw its memory core through a trash compactor where it belonged.
"Useless heap of fuck-metal shit," Rey seethes as she tosses the tequila sunrise aside. "Don't you know how to-- AUGH."
Luckily, she's not too drunk to avoid ducking in time as another tequila sunrise goes sailing over her head, intended for her face. The glass shatters against the wall, spilling liquor across the floor and then some.
Hissing between her teeth, Rey straightens herself immediately, fingers balled into fists as her eyes widen at the robot. "You motherfucker, you planned that, didn't you!"
Honestly, you just can't trust robots. None of them.
ii. Mess Hall;
Much like her social habits, eating is something Rey has been putting off for a while. There's plenty of water and booze at the bar, but you can only go on for so long on a liquid diet before the body starts to crave for something more.
Rey, on the other hand, could stave off those urges for months if she had to. If she had to being the key phrase here. Once it became glaringly obvious that she doesn't have to starve herself in order to evade whatever authority or presence here, or if it even matters to do so at all, she finally takes the risk to venture deeper into the depths of the city for something more than just scouting the vicinity. She could survive without food and water longer than a human, but that doesn't mean the urge doesn't creep up on her after a few weeks. Then, once again, it's about survival rather than obstinacy and pride.
Upon arriving there, however, she's not quite sure what to do with herself anymore. She's never cooked before, at least never any complicated meals that didn't come already prepped out of a can. She grimaces at the pre-made options, most which look to be well passed their expiration.
"Wehhhh," comes a whiny voice at her heel.
Rey looks down to see the same one-eyed tripedal feline bumping its head against her knee. It's been following her after she ran into some other weirdo at the bar, and she hasn't been able to shake the thing ever since. It doesn't take an animal person to assume what it probably wants, though. "Guess you must be hungry, huh?"
Naturally, the cat doesn't answer, though you never know. The last saptient being pretending to be just another animal turned out to be pretty wordy in the end.
No such luck this time. Just another flat "weehhh" as the feline sits on its hindquarters to paw at her with its one front paw. Chances are more likely that it's trying to urge her to care for herself first, but hell if Rey is going to take that hint.
iii. Bottom Levels;
Despite a perfectly functional barracks in the upper floors, Rey doesn't make herself known there. Being in places where people can expect to find her, where she can be easily tracked, is not something she is accustomed to. It's better to make herself scarce wherever possible. Don't get comfortable. Keep moving. No use in getting attached to whatever lifestyle they're expected to have here. And she refuses to become a complacent little hamster in a cage. No, that's not her. She won't let it happen; not if she has a say in the matter.
What few hours of sleep she allows herself ends up being in the most awkward places. Sometimes she can be found at the plaza or park, eyes mostly closed, only peering through slits as she stands in the middle of a walkway or shoulder leaning against a wall -- quietly snoring and drooling a little out the corner of her mouth until she's nudged awake by a concerned or amused passersby.
Other times she is pouring over what remains of the library, though barely able to keep herself cognizant of the words in front of her before nodding off at a desk. From time to time she'll jolt herself awake, slamming her forehead against the tabletop.
That damned cat might be accompanying her again, pawing and nudging at her as if trying to communicate some message that she refuses to diciper. Honestly, she figured that it would have moved on by now once it realized she had nothing special to offer it, but no matter what she does the animal always seems to find its way back to her. It would be annoying if it didn't also didn't help keep her awake at the same time. Small miracles, indeed.
iv; Wildcard
[ooc: Have something else in mind you'd like to do with Rey, or none of the above suit your fancy? Make your own or hit me up! Also feel free to check out my CR meme comment for info/ideas.]
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She could always use her Brísingamen to just melt any opposition in her way, though it'd likely just take more effort than she's willing to bother with on teenagers.
"This body was made to sustain itself on minimal rest and nutrients, if it makes you feel any better," Rey finally admits. She really doesn't have to tell Ami this; she sure as hell isn't under any obligation to let her down gently. But she wants to. "Could hike several hundred kilometers on a protein square if it was necessary."
Good thing that it isn't necessary right now, but Rey's just going to help herself to that serving cart, thank you very much.
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Ami sighs quietly, stepping aside to let Rey have at it. It's not like she can stop her, obviously. But she's still sort of curious what this lady's deal is, and this hasn't gone so badly that she wants to cut and run just yet. Rey's phrasing just now was weird, for starters. This body was made - what does that mean?
"... I was operating under the assumption you had regular human dietary needs," she admits after a moment. "Are you a human?"
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"Nope," Rey quips simply with the shrug of a shoulder. "Well, not technically. More of a Frankenstein's monster, really."
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"So, like... put together from a bunch of different humans, but the whole is greater than the sum of your parts?" she tries cautiously. The monster did have phenomenal strength and stamina, if that's what she's getting at. Although there are also the themes of isolation and despair, and the terrible loneliness of a grotesque body hiding an all-too-human heart...
She assumes Rey is not talking about the themes.
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"Something like that," is all Rey says at first.
She pauses, before taking her first bite of fruit. The taste is completely new. Alien, even. She'd been deprived of a sense of taste for so long that everything, even the blandest, most mundane things tastes like life to her. It's almost enough to bring a tear to her eye before she forces her own composure, not daring to lose control of herself in front of a stranger. A child, for that matter.
After a moment, she finally swallows the fruit down, using her free hand to dry a green eye, now like emeralds. She's not crying, you're crying. "This shit's pretty good, hhh."
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"Um. Yeah." She checks which fruit that was - smooth, nearly spherical, white on the outside, but the inside is a rich mottled purple, glistering with moisture. "That's a geode fruit," she says. "Or that's what we decided to name it, anyway. Because of how it sparkles."
She looks through the cart for a second and produces a cluster of sky-blue berries, which she offers to Rey after plucking a couple for herself. "I'm liking the cloudberries, myself," she says. They're surprisingly lightweight for their size, and have a soft, spongy texture, but they're very sweet. Ami pops one in her mouth, keeping a cautious eye on Rey's reaction.
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"You people name these, or is there some kind of index left behind about all the weird shit growing here?" Rey asks, accepting Ami's offering as she continues to finish what is left of what is apparently called a... geode fruit.
Not bad.
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"Er, yeah, should probably get on that. These phones we've got are shitty but there might be some way to customize an app to install on them."
Programming was never her thing, though.
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The thought pops into her head, unbidden, that programming was more Sollux's thing. Yeah, thanks, Aradia, that was relevant as always.
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Rey doesn't even feel guilty for thinking that, seeing as Tejinder wasn't in much of a better situation with the synthes than she was.
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"Incredibly outdated reference aside... yeah. Guess it's something like that."
Most people from her time would more likely balk at Ami, but the memories of Rey's past selves go far enough back that the connection is not lost on her. At least they're good for something.