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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!

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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Some is better than none in Elleru's book. At least she's not saying it's pointless or a stupid waste of time. That's an improvement over her earlier disposition.

She tries to keep her satisfaction in check. "I am glad to hear we are in the same page."

Or on the same page, but she sometimes loses track of all the precise wording of upright idioms.

Ordinarily it would be a pointless, stupid waste of time. But if traveling through the walls of a prison tens of thousands of feet in the air has taught her anything?

It sort of really sucks to be alone. Or as alone as anyone can be with eight other people in their head -- their memories, at least. But it was those memories that kept Rey sane those weeks she spent on her own. That's just not necessary now.

"Er, that'd be 'on the same page', but sure," Rey so helpfully corrects. "Judging by your accent, take it that English isn't your first language?"

A slick conversation starter, but Rey is curious.

Actually, are they even speaking the same language right now? Wild.

Elleru stiffens, just a little embarrassed. "Ah, on the same page. No, this is not my first language. I still have much to learn."

Though she's never heard it called English before. Perhaps that's another name for common? After all, there are so many different kinds of uprights -- maybe each one calls it something different. She brushes her hair behind her ear again, the thick strands immediately falling back to the front, too weighty to be restrained.

"Do I... sound unnatural?"

Did that sound like an insult? Rey's brows arch in mild surprise at Elleru's question. If it did, the other woman doesn't seem to be taking offense.

"Um, no, not really? Different, sure, but having an accent doesn't make you unnatural." Or unnatural-sounding. It's an odd question, and an ironic one considering the nature of Rey's whole being.

That answer seems to placate her. She doesn't seem insulted, but was definitely concerned with being able to express herself properly. As open and forward as she may see, even she has some insecurities.

"I was not aware I sounded so different. I suppose it is more apparent to ears used to the words."

"Don't think much of it. Here, everyone's different."

It's a good thing that Rey was designed to blend in, to walk among the crowd, or else she would have a harder time hiding her own freakshow.

Everyone's different. That is true, and something that Elleru is sure has helped her avoid suspicion thus far. People can't suspect her of being a kaulahren when in their worlds, kaulahren don't exist in the first place. A strange concept, but one Elleru is admittedly enjoying, now that she's aware of it.

"Yes, they are. That is something I find so fascinating. When I left home, I had wanted to meet so many new people, and here, I can meet many from other worlds. I got more than I could wish for, did I not?"

Their common dissimilarities is an odd comfort for Rey. She doesn't have to worry about standing out too much when there are even weirder people among them. It's helped sneaking around that much easier.

"Er, yes, that does seem to be the case," Rey retorts, and there's an awkward pause after that. Her eyes open again to glance away for a moment, before darting back to Elleru. "So... you actually left your home willingly?"

Maybe not in the same context -- moving out of town isn't the same as moving to another reality entirely, but Rey never had that freedom of choice to start with. She wouldn't know what to do with that choice if it was handed to her. And, this past month, it sort of has been...

"I did," Elleru answers, though she thinks along the same lines as Rey. "It is not that I chose to come here, but it has been a welcome surprise."

She leans forward to rest her chin on her hand, her other lightly cupped at her elbow. "My home was good, but they were unwilling to see the world around them. They refused to change with it. I could not stay, not when there was so much I wanted to see and experience."

Funny, one would think that more people would be doing everything they can to leave. Not building farms or delivering food or anything like that...

It's not bad, but it's dangerous. Settling can be... dangerous.

"You plan to go back? Assuming there's something to go back to."

No, this doesn't sound like some tragic backstory where she's on some quest to avenge a dead family.

"Eventually," she replies, her accent picking up on every syllable of that single word, making it much longer than it ought to be. "When I feel I have learned enough to help them see, I will return. I cannot let myself do so until then."

Her eyes flick to Rey as she sidesteps a moment of longing, not allowing herself to miss her home just yet. "And what of you? Where do you come from?"

What, exactly, it is that Elleru is trying to show her people does cross Rey's mind. She quite familiar with those set in their ways, who value tradition over change. Some of her fake memories had similar reasons for why her old selves ran away, though often with grim motivations.

It's a situation that's more complicated than Rey would care to admit to someone she barely knows. And she clenches her teeth the moment Elleru hurls the subject right back at her.

"Um. Nowhere, really." Come on, that's a copout answer and she's going to ask about that, too. "Been all over. Never settled in one place for long."

Rey seems like the type to keep her history to herself when it comes to other uprights -- a shame, since she seemed so open when Elleru was in her natural form, and she thought she wasn't much more than a beast. It's not hard to see why she might not get along with the rest of her kind, given her personality, but there must be a reason for that. Perhaps she has a dark past, Elleru wonders, or a secret she likes to brood over when alone. The characters in her books were like that sometimes.

But she's quickly learning that not all uprights are like in the novels, so while Elleru does consider asking Rey about her vague answer, but pursues another venue instead, hoping it might soften her just a bit. "What would your ideal home be?"

What an odd question. Rey never really thought about ideals. Those usually seemed to be more helpful to people who knew they had a future, something which she does not. At least, that was her assumption for the longest time. Hell, the fact that she's lived this long was an anomaly, occurring thanks to a series of flukes.

"Someplace quiet, with not many people." She tilts her head, glancing up at the ceiling when she realizes that she just described their current location. "And with a good Chinese restaurant."

There, that's something she hasn't found in Anchor yet.

"This place is quiet," Elleru points out, "and there are not many people that I have seen. Now we need only to find this good Chinese restaurant you are looking for, and then you cannot say is so bad."

She gives Rey a smile. She's clearly teasing, but it may also be apparent she has no idea what a Chinese restaurant is.

While Rey doesn't smile back, she doesn't seem to hate the idea, either.

"Didn't really think it was that bad to start. Been an improvement from the last place before coming here."

She didn't think it was that bad, but also didn't want to get attached to people. Elleru cannot help but smile at the conundrum Rey presents with her very attitude, wondering who she's hiding beneath that gruff exterior. Elleru has seen a bit of that person -- she knows she's in there, somewhere. It's a puzzle she hopes to solve one day -- if she can understand a difficult upright like Rey, she can understand anyone. Challenges exist for a reason, and hopefully, the reward will be worth it.

"Oh? How so?"

Rey probably wouldn't like being seen as something to solve, given what had happened to those who tried. Elleru's quizzical nature doesn't slip passed her notice either, but for now it seems harmless enough.

"Well, am not at risk of being stabbed or impaled here as much, it seems. Have been shot at by turrets, though." But that was Rey's own fault, and she'd rather be dealing with turrets than emotionally damaged people or a psychotic synthetic asshole.

Her brow knits as she pieces together what Rey is talking about through context. Shot by turrets -- so a turret is some kind of a firearm. A gun. But why would—

No, she can ask Rey herself. "Why would someone shoot you with a turret?" she asks, her pronunciation making it clear the word is foreign to her -- more foreign than the entirety of the common tongue, at least.

Ah, yes. A fair enough question to ask, with a simple answer (for once).

"Not a someone -- a something. Those weapons were automated," Rey retorts, rubbing her forehead. "Damned place seems to have areas with higher defenses than others."

Elleru's ears prick up in surprise, immediately dipping in embarrassment.

"Oh! Automated, yes. Is unfamiliar with the term." She tries to move past it quickly, twisting a curl of her fluffy hair. "Is there something important to protect with these turrets?"

Elleru's blunder with words and meaning matter so little to Rey that she rolls passed it. Language barriers are a weird thing, but it seems like everyone here who should be speaking different languages can all understand each other. It's weird, but not something she feels necessary to bring up with Elleru. Not when there are other matters.

"Well, um." She brings both hands down to the table, hooking her fingers together. "There was a security room, showing cameras all over this place. Had only recently arrived so it didn't mean a whole lot at the time, really."

Just the memory imprinted in her head, that's all.

"Security?" Safety, protection. That does make sense, though it doesn't answer just what it is in Anchor that would be worth protecting, aside from the people. It does bring up another question, though.

"But who is seeing these cameras?" she asks, enunciating every syllable in camera. "It is rude to spy."

Rey shrugs a shoulder, making an I don't know sound.

"Maybe it was the system the people who were here before set up. Maybe not everyone vanished before we showed up, or something else is watching us. Maybe it's the robots."

None of those things are particularly good, but Rey ticks off the possibilities like she's reading from a simple grocery list.

Those answers are neither good, nor satisfactory to Elleru. Her brow knits, her lips pursing as she thinks.

"There must be one who can find out. We need only to find them, no?"

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