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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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"That robot couldn't plan it's way out of a wet paper bag."

The bar isn't really Peter's favorite hang zone, but after a long and unexpectedly emotional chat with Qubit about the benefits of sitting the fuck down for five minutes, he's looking for ways to unwind. Just get his relax on, all that good shit. So he rolls in with a tool box, because finally fixing tequila sunrise-bot sounds relaxing to him, but of course he has to save it from being pummeled by an angry bar patron first. Ah well, this is fine.

He pauses mid-step though as soon as he realizes that he totally recognizes this lady. She wasn't someone he'd spoken too very often, but he was sure he knew her from Hadriel. He points at her in that AH-HAH I KNOW YOU sort of way, "wait, it- it's Rey, right?"

It's hard not to fight that immediate instinct to take on the first poor soul that makes themselves known. Then Rey casts a glance over her shoulder -- it's just a kid. And it'd probably look bad if she tried to take a swing at a teenager. She could hear her brother berate her for even thinking that now and grimaces.

She then pauses when he belts out her name, though. It isn't the first time Rey has been recognized by someone she doesn't quite remember, but which version of her past selves could he have known?

This time, she turns towards him, expression forced neutral. Any concern of the robot is quickly forgotten.

"Depends on who's asking. Is it just 'Rey' you know? No last name?"

Or is it one of her past selves? She gets those memories mixed up sometimes. While she might be wearing Schuyler's dogtags around her neck, it's not... really her, at the end of the day. Just someone else's identity that she had slipped on and conveniently wore for a time.

Rey may be snoozing in the library, but there's at least one person there who is wide awake, keeping herself busy by going through the various shelves in the hopes of finding something good to read. Elleru was dismayed to find most of the library was a mess, but one section seemed to be in order, the books there a hodgepodge of tomes and novels from various worlds. Most were in languages she could not understand; a couple were in common, but were dull, less about plot and more focused on education. Those would be good to read another day, but for now, she wanted something fun to research -- something engaging and fresh and new.

As it turns out, there is someone there who fits all three of those descriptors: a slightly glowing, three-legged, cyclopean cat peers out at her from the shelf as she removes one of the books. She lets out a quiet Oh!, covering her mouth afterwards. It's impolite to be loud in a library.

"Hello there," she whispers with a smile. "And who are you?"

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Of course, Tripod doesn't answer. Well, no more than his usual chirps and wehh that is. He just blinks at the woman with his one eye, licking his chops before bolting away as fast as his three legs can carry him.

Now that he's had his share of socializing with strangers, he entwines himself around the legs of a snoozing Rey. Cheek resting under a lazy palm with her elbow propped on the desk. Her mouth hangs slightly agape as she lingers between lucidity and sleep.

Despite this, Tripod makes himself comfortable between her ankles, watching the stranger with a single wary eye.

"Uh, n-no, I don't think I ever caught your last name."

Huh, that's a little odd, she doesn't seem to recognize him at all. Then again, they hadn't really hung out at all. He'd seen her in the Speakeasy a few times, he was pretty sure he'd seen her during the Null battle doing battle stuff. Maybe his face just wasn't that memorable? There had kind of been a lot going on, so it was entirely possible.

"Um, I-I'm Peter Parker? We were in Hadriel together. I think you ran the bar, you had a weird cat...?" Ringing any bells there, Rey?

Intrigued, Elleru follows the strange creature - she had assumed it was a cat, but he doesn't have the right number of eyes or legs, though he is about the right size and has the pointy ears. Around the corner of the shelf she goes, all smiles as she chases him through another aisle, only to come to a dead stop when she sees spots someone new, her ears pricking up in alarm.

No wait, not new. Familiar. It's the upright who bandaged her wounds her in the baths, the one who had only seen her in her natural form. A little gruff, but a kind upright nonetheless. She could make a second introduction, perhaps do it right this time. She'd had some practice now, after all.

She slowly makes her way toward the table, only to realize the upright is asleep -- dozing, as it is called. How cute. She gets close to the table before clearing her throat, hoping to stir the upright without embarrassing her.

...

Well that's uncomfortable.

"Weird cat? Is that why that little shit has been so persistent...?" She doesn't regard Peter with any hint of recognition, but at least the cat that's been following her around ever since it found her might finally have a story to it. "Someone else mentioned something about running a bar. Didn't mention a 'Hadriel', though."

And Rey sure as hell was never any bartender in her previous lives. She's pretty sure she would remember that little detail.

Fortunately, Rey's no light sleeper. A pin drop could jolt her wide awake, so when the sound stirs of another's presence, she's slowly already creeping back to consciousness.

The cat's persistent pawing helps, too. Her head snaps out of her hand by the time her eyes are opened, and then blink at the catching stranger.

...Actually no, she's seen this person before, too. Not in person, but the ears and bright hair is hard to miss, especially after Rey had made a rather crude comment about that. Shit, shit shit shit--

"Shit," Rey hisses aloud, now setting the mutant cat at her feet on edge as well.

Make that two beings who are on edge, and one who is slightly alarmed because they're on edge. Her ears prick up as she places a hand against her chest.

"Oh, pardon!" Whoops, that was a bit loud. Elleru lowers her voice, remembering her library etiquette. "Er, pardon. I did not mean to startle you, but is he yours?"

Her eyes flick below the table to Tripod and back, a hopeful smile on her face as she brushes a piece of hair behind one of her long, pointed ears.

The extra mindfulness towards library manners flies passed Rey in the wake of this person she's spoken to before. Twice, unbeknownst to her at the moment. Fuck, what did she say her name was again...?

She balks, then glances down at the cat circling around her legs. Rey shifts, but doesn't seem to deter its path. Is it trying to tell her something? Hell if she knows; it's not like she's ever had a pet before, and she doesn't tend to know how to handle animals.

"Um, no. Not really. He just... follows around everywhere." Rey shrugs, remembering what Peter had said earlier. Guess he was hers at one point, or so the cat seems to think.

Elleru smiles knowingly. "Perhaps you are his, then," she remarks. "How nice it must be, to be claimed by a cat."

She steps away from the shelves and closer to the table, trying to recall her name -- she only then realizes that she never truly got it. Rude as that may be, it is a blessing in disguise, as it does give her the chance to hide her true identity. After all, it'd be so easy to tell she was the injured kaulahren when they both have the same name.

Should she hide who she is, though? Elleru debates herself internally for a second to two, her desire for honesty conflicting with the nature of her gifts. On the one hand, this scarred upright hadn't liked that she'd hidden that she could speak, remaining mute like the lesser beasts. On the other, it wasn't exactly a secret that kaulahren were intelligent, but it was that they could shift, and she's not sure how comfortable she is with revealing their greatest ability to the strange uprights of this place just yet. Their ability to hide among the uprights was what kept them alive, and if that information were to spread...

She will avoid it, then. She might have some brazen ideals in comparison to her colony, but she will not betray them, certainly to an upright she doesn't know if she can fully trust.

Her eyes flick back to the woman at the table. "Do you know his name?"

"Name?"

Rey's face scrunches at the suggestion, glancing down at the cat beaming up at her with it's one, bright eye. If she were a normal person, she'd probably be horrified of the thing. Between its clingy nature and the fact that it seems hopelessly lost on its own... more or less she's been stuck with it.

She huffs. Whatever is going on with this woman right now, she'll sort it out soon. "No, never really got its name. Wasn't sure it had one."

And frankly, Rey isn't the type to just call something other than what it is on the fly. She's mostly been calling it 'that cat' for the time being.

"I am sure it has a name!" Elleru insists. "We all must have one, after all. Is that not right?"

She crouches as she directs that question toward the cat, offering her hand for him to sniff, her palm up to show she means no harm. She looks up to the scarred upright before her, her smile warm and inviting.

"Do you have a name?"

Eyes darting from the cat to the woman again, Rey freezes, forgetting about whatever the animal could be called altogether and tenses up. Does she... really not know? The Matchmaker seemed to have been clear in displaying personal information, including their names. If she tells it, will she then remember their texts and Rey's own self-flagellating behavior? Not her finest moment, for sure, but she was so certain that the woman's flirtatious replies would lead into something more serious.

Well, she sure as shit accomplished that on her own. So stupid...

"Rey," she says reluctantly, pausing to gauge the woman's response. Does she know now?

Rey may be anticipating anger or disgust from this woman who once knew her, but she's met with only a bright smile and a soft, coquettish giggle, neither of which show a hint of recognition. What a cute name, Elleru thinks, her ears twitching in delight -- so short and perfectly fitting for an upright. All the names she has learned here so far have been fitting, but this one in particular.

"We will find out your name," she tells Tripod, rising to her full height before offering Rey her hand to shake. "You may call me Elleru."

Apparently, this place thought Rey deserved a second chance at their meeting -- third if one counts the baths.

Okay, that was so not the response Rey was expecting that she doesn't know how else to respond now. She frowns, though she should be grateful. Anyone would be glad not to get glared at and snubbed by someone she so clearly pissed off on purpose. Instead this -- Elleru, she said? -- just laughs it off like it's nothing. Either she's that flippant or...

Doesn't she remember? Rey pinches the bridge of her nose as she falls silent for a bit. That kid at the bar earlier seemed to know a past version of herself that Rey has no memory of, and clearly a 'Rey' from a situation similar to her current one than all the shit on the homefront. The longer she's been here, the more she's been able to piece it all together, little by little, but still it's frustrating. Hell, even the fucking cat seems to know something that she doesn't.

Pathetic...

Eventually Rey looks back to Elleru again, expression more neutral than their first physical encounter together.

"All right, Elleru," she answers with some hesitation. "Well, would offer the cat to you if it seemed interested in going anywhere else."

As it is, it goes where Rey goes, and usually keeps a distance when others are nearby. The fact that it's out in the open now in front of Elleru is a surprise, though Rey can't say she blames it. Like the cat, she's a little... unique, compared to the type of people she's used to seeing.

Juuust a bit uncomfortable. Peter almost regrets bringing it up, but it's not like he could have known that she wasn't going to remember him or Hadriel or the weird cat. It's throwing off his game a little, but he can work with this.

"I um. I think it was your pet? And to be fair, sometimes you looked more like you'd rather be fist fighting a bear than running a bar." He didn't know a ton about her but she could probably totally beat the shit out of that bear.

"Honestly there are parts of Hadriel that I wish I could forget. Um, who else have you talked to about it? Just, out of curiosity."

Elleru lets out a little gasp, her hand still extended for that shake. She's waiting, Rey.

"Oh no, you cannot give him to me!" she exclaims, her ears dipping as she realizes she's being loud again. Back to a whisper she goes. "You are his now. He is not yours to give, and would clearly be happier with you. Is that not right?"

She's asking Tripod, giving him a smile as vibrant as her hair.

If this conversation was taking place a couple weeks ago, Rey's pretty sure she'd be reacting differently right about now. And with more incredulity. As it is, she's got her bearings and done enough snooping around to accept that maybe it's possible. The kid's at least talking like he knew her at one point, if only in passing.

She draws in a sharp breath as she brings a hand to her face, brows pinched together. Between this and the damned robot that just tried to chuck tequila in her face, she's way too spent to overreact at this point.

"No one, really? This guy left a fucked up cat behind, saying a speaker told him it belongs to 'someone who runs a bar' -- and not much else." If she had spoken with anyone else who knew her, they didn't let on. "Judging by what you just said, take it there are... others, from that place?"

Should she be expecting more of this kind of reaction?

It takes Rey a moment to realize what Elleru means by the gesture. It's not that she doesn't recognize it; it just isn't a practice she would expect at wherever she's from. Pausing, she reaches over the table to return the shake -- if only because she had a feeling that Elleru would keep it there in her face otherwise.

After she just leans back in her chair, her lips tightening into a thin line as she studies the strange looking woman.

"Well, he's got bad taste, then. Thing like that would probably be happier with someone in a more... stable living situation."

Because Rey isn't stepping foot in those barracks and she hasn't spent much time dawdling in one place beyond the occasional napping spot.

Finnick's often in the park on the bottom level of the city fairly early in the morning, in something approaching the traditional fisherman's hours. Even in this enclosed, artificial place, the fish still bite better in the morning. He's here early this morning, too, spear and net in his hands. He's distracted on the way to the lake, though, by the sight of someone huddled off to one side, leaning against a wall by the walkway into the park.

He has too many instincts developed over too many years of watching the Hunger Games as closely as a mentor does to leave her be; sleeping alone out in the open like that is vulnerable. True, there's not as much immediate danger in this place as there is in the arena, but he wouldn't let his guard down so completely here.

It makes him nervous.

He knows better than to wake a stranger by shaking her, so instead, he picks up a rock and tosses it near her, to see if the sound and movement will be enough to wake her.

It would wake most victors he knows, but most people aren't victors.

Some people might appreciate a bystander's notice and caution. Finnick in this case was prudent not to approach -- the second the rock clatters adjacent to Rey, her eyes snap open, her head turns. And in a flash, a burst of heatwaves sends the stone flying right back at its sender, missing him by only a hair's breadth.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Rey's senses come to all at once. Much like when she was hiding in the pipes and walls of the sky prison, she's ready to fight and kill whatever is coming at her, whatever is foolish enough to think that they could ambush her...

But it's nothing. Her gaze turns towards the source of the noise, finding it leads to a man standing nearby.

Hands now in fists, a baffled "What?" is all that chokes out in her bleary haze of sleep deprivation, made obvious by the dark rings around her eyes and sallow complexion.

"There are a couple, yeah. There's Deputy Pratt, he's this kind of scruffy looking dude who has a wolf that following him around. Does a lot of work up in agriculture, works with the animals, I think. There's Poison, she's kinda short, dark hair. She spends a lot of time with me up in R&D. Um, there's actually another person here from Hadriel who doesn't remember being there. So, I guess there's a few of us."

He pauses for a bit, to give her some time to process all this weird shit. Man it is kind of a lot of weird shit. Like damn.

"Sorry if- if this is too much right now. It's jarring enough showing up here with all your memories in tact, this must be super trippy."

The shake -- however delayed -- seems to please Elleru enough that she doesn't question Rey's behavior. Perhaps she was doing it wrong, she considers briefly, and one is supposed to announce they wish to shake. She can look into it, should she find any books explaining the ritual.

Besides, she has other, more pressing questions. "More stable? Do you not have a place to live here?"

It turns out he'd been right to be cautious; he'd suspected that someone sleeping wherever they could like that might also be unpredictable on waking, but he hadn't expected that level of unpredictable. The stone he'd tossed somehow winds up coming straight back at him, and though he dodges, it still nearly hits him. Whatever she did to the rock to make it move like that, she's obviously woken like a victor would, tense and ready to fight.

He knows how to appear non-threatening, for all he's holding a weapon and a net. He's tall and muscular, but he adjusts his posture, rounding his shoulders slightly in a well-practiced motion that makes him look not quite so tall, not quite so physically capable.

He holds up a hand, palm-out in what he hopes is a pacifying gesture.

"Thought you might not want to still be out here when people start coming through."

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