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maskormenacelogs2016-04-09 07:14 pm
radioclub_jp) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-04-09 07:14 pm
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WHO: Paprika, her housemates, and some other people (like you!)
WHERE: Heropa #031 and elsewhere
WHEN: 6 April and onwards
WHAT: April catch-all for the waking world
WARNINGS: None known
The ride from Cape Canaveral brought Paprika directly to the house she'd been assigned, but she'd still had plenty of time to read over her file and the obligatory pamphlet ask a bunch of questions to which she'd gotten unclear and conflicting answers, plus a bunch of "that's classifieds."
It was odd, she thought, crossing the yard to the front steps, that she wasn't more upset about all this. She was needed somewhere else, after all. Atsuko needed her. And yet... supposedly, time would stand still back home, right? Like pausing one movie to watch another, just for a little while. In that case, it couldn't hurt to look around, could it?
At the front door, she stopped. She had a key, but this was shared housing, and it'd be rude just to barge in if somebody else was already here, so instead she rang the doorbell and waited.
(Or maybe someone came across her a little later that evening, while she settled in. She didn't exactly have anything to unpack, but there was an extra pair of bright red sneakers lined up by the door, and in the living room a young woman could be found chilling on the sofa, exploring the network and checking out all the features on her fancy new phone. (Her last phone was a candybar and this is pretty sweet, okay?))
For the next few days of her stay, exploration was the name of the game. Paprika loved big cities. The lights, the music, the life... Her new writing job, it turned out, had flexible hours and not much of an office, so she was equally likely to be out and about town before or after sunset.
During the day, she often (but not always) stuck to Heropa, looking for all the world like a normal person as she tried out new cafes, or window-shopped, or people-watched. During the night, anywhere was fair game, but she especially wanted to check out some of the nightlife - it had been years since she and Atsuko had really gone out on the town, and her sudden lack of obligations made it a very attractive option.
But in all cases, there was a little bit of an unearthly quality to her, if you were looking. Did gravity have a little lighter grip on her than on other people? Did her reflection just turn around and wink? Did her outfit just change while you weren't looking? It's hard to say.
Catch her watching you? Interrupt her writing? Buy her a drink?Shamelessly hit on her? Go for it.
WHERE: Heropa #031 and elsewhere
WHEN: 6 April and onwards
WHAT: April catch-all for the waking world
WARNINGS: None known
a. heropa #031, 6 april
The ride from Cape Canaveral brought Paprika directly to the house she'd been assigned, but she'd still had plenty of time to read over her file and the obligatory pamphlet ask a bunch of questions to which she'd gotten unclear and conflicting answers, plus a bunch of "that's classifieds."
It was odd, she thought, crossing the yard to the front steps, that she wasn't more upset about all this. She was needed somewhere else, after all. Atsuko needed her. And yet... supposedly, time would stand still back home, right? Like pausing one movie to watch another, just for a little while. In that case, it couldn't hurt to look around, could it?
At the front door, she stopped. She had a key, but this was shared housing, and it'd be rude just to barge in if somebody else was already here, so instead she rang the doorbell and waited.
(Or maybe someone came across her a little later that evening, while she settled in. She didn't exactly have anything to unpack, but there was an extra pair of bright red sneakers lined up by the door, and in the living room a young woman could be found chilling on the sofa, exploring the network and checking out all the features on her fancy new phone. (Her last phone was a candybar and this is pretty sweet, okay?))
b. porter cities, day or night
For the next few days of her stay, exploration was the name of the game. Paprika loved big cities. The lights, the music, the life... Her new writing job, it turned out, had flexible hours and not much of an office, so she was equally likely to be out and about town before or after sunset.
During the day, she often (but not always) stuck to Heropa, looking for all the world like a normal person as she tried out new cafes, or window-shopped, or people-watched. During the night, anywhere was fair game, but she especially wanted to check out some of the nightlife - it had been years since she and Atsuko had really gone out on the town, and her sudden lack of obligations made it a very attractive option.
But in all cases, there was a little bit of an unearthly quality to her, if you were looking. Did gravity have a little lighter grip on her than on other people? Did her reflection just turn around and wink? Did her outfit just change while you weren't looking? It's hard to say.
Catch her watching you? Interrupt her writing? Buy her a drink?
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Nice?
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Or maybe that's just around pretty girls? I dunno.
[Innocent tone of voice, but she casts him a brief knowing look. Can't fool her, buddy. Anyway, let's change the subject, keep it casual.]
Where are you from, out of curiosity?
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Not at all, not unless I'm getting something out of it.
[ Crosses his arms to show her he means business, and answers, gruffly: ]
Eorzea. That's the country I'm from. The planet is called Hydaelyn.
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What's it like? Not as warm as Florida, I'm guessing?
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[ He feels like a scholar, suddenly, giving lessons. It makes him hunch slightly in his chair. ]
One of them is very cold. Even those parts not swathed in snow are chillier on average and when...ported here, clothes for that climate were all I had.
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[ Oh, gods, this is awful. If not for the ocean this place would probably be a barren wasteland, like certain barren wastelands he knows. ]
I don't have the currency for new armor. Do you know where I might find work?
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Did you not get an assigned job?
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Let him dig around in his pocket for the slip. Once produced, he will read: ]
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