~ Post 001 - Landing on Her Feet (open)

[ladycroft]

[Someone else has arrived in the City, landing in the fountain, which seems to be a tradition here. The screen of the device, which is waiting conveniently for the latest guest on the edge of the fountain, captures the woman as she surfaces, squints against the sun then quickly checks the water around her for her sunglasses. She notices the device, but is distracted when one of her hands locates her missing shades. She stands -- a woman in a tight, black wardrobe, leather belt with a gold skull buckle and two guns strapped to her thighs. The lower part of her legs are still in the water.

Her dark brown hair is pulled back in a long, French braid. She's wearing very little make-up, but then, she doesn't really need to wear much at all as her rather striking beauty comes through, even in this slightly bedragled state. Strands of her hair have come free from the braid and her clothing appears to have been dragged through some mud before her arrival. Her other hand reaches behind her for a small backpack and unerringly unzips the pocket she needs. A mobile phone drops out into her hand. She checks it for connectivity, but seems to be having trouble getting a signal. She sighs, slides a look to the device and walks toward it, water splashing a little as she moves. She leans closer, looking the item over with a 'hmmm', then she addresses whoever might be able to receive her message. She smiles a little, her voice is pleasant and the accent in definately British.]




Well, hello. This doesn't seem to be the ruins of Aztlán.

[She doesn't appear overly upset by this development as she slowly nods, once, toward the device.]

I suppose this is some sort of general feed video phone. Interesting. Strange place to leave it lying around. My phone... is wet and I need to make a few calls. Anyone at the other end?

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[ladycroft]

Quite.

However, you've chosen to stay? Or is there something preventing you from leaving?

[A sigh.]

Perhaps a cup of chai and face-to-face would be more appropriate for this conversation.

That and I'm... standing in a fountain and should really find a towel.

[nooniensingh]

[He chuckles a bit.]

I can offer you a towel, at the very least. My name is John, and I'll meet you at the fountain.

[ladycroft]

Splendid. Thank you, John. I'll likely be sitting on the side of the fountain, dumping water from my boots.

And I'm Lara.

Action?

[nooniensingh]

[He appears at the fountain less than five minutes later, in a long duster jacket, jeans, and a turtleneck sweater. And, lo and behold, a towel draped over one arm.]

Ms. Lara, I presume? We just spoke.

Absolutely!

[ladycroft]

[Lara is sitting on the edge of the fountain, just putting her second boot on again. She saw someone approaching in her preipheral vision, but made no assumptions about identity or intent. She looks up to see a handsome man, casually dressed but who is comfortable in his own skin. She stands and tucks wisps of wet hair behind her ears.]

Mr. John. A pleasure.

[nooniensingh]

[He better be comfortable in his skin, it was tailor made after all.]

Quite the baptism into the world. No injuries, I presume?

[ladycroft]

[Good point.]

Rather, yes.

[She glances down at herself while bringing her braid around to squeeze water from it.]

I appear to be intact.

[nooniensingh]

[He hands her the towel, and takes a seat next to her on the fountain's edge.]

I am glad to hear it.

In answer to your earlier question, I felt it would be best to hear in person. But unfortunately...there is no choice. We are not able to leave this world, or even this City. We are as thoroughly imprisoned as possible.

[ladycroft]

[Lara releases her braid, accepts the towel and listens closely to what he has to say.]

Can't leave?

[She wipes her arms briskly with the towel and looks up and down the street, then scans the rooftops.]

Are there guards? Cameras? Electric fences?

[nooniensingh]

Worse. Magic and gods and impossible things.

How can one fight the impossible? Or at least the highly improbable?

[ladycroft]

Oh, I've encountered the impossible before, including magic, gods, creatures that shouldn't exist, that sort of thing. What happens if you try to leave the City?

[She lifts her legs, one at a time, to dry them as she speaks.]

[nooniensingh]

A barrier. Quite invisible, quite impenetrable. I attempted to pass through it my first day here. It was...frustrating.

[ladycroft]

[She stops toweling herself dry and turns her head to focus entirely on John.]

There's an invisible barrier, around the entire city? Are you certain? Did you walk the perimeter? How tall is it?

[nooniensingh]

[He's staring off into the distance, not at her. As if he's seeing the barrier somehow.]

I couldn't measure a circumference. There's woodland surrounding the City itself, and some parts were impenetrable. It's nebulous, hard to find the true edges. I cannot even find any written reference to it in any of the books in the local library.

I dislike not knowing the confines of my world.

[ladycroft]

[She continues to watch him, this man of science who also knows some history and mythology that many had never heard of. A puzzle.]

As do I, though until today, it jasn't really been an issue.

So, the woods. Do they act as a... repellant? Turn you back to where you started?

[nooniensingh]

Let's just say I was not consciously aware of such attempts to repel me. I was simply unable to press forward without an ax of some sort. I'm strong, but even I cannot push aside old-growth oaks.

sorry, mother + hospital visits = stress...

[ladycroft]

Ah. So, we need an ax or machete...

[Lara is trying to focus on something she can actually do, but she is tired and needs to get more information and there was something about a beverage...]

Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry. Hope everything's gonna be ok.

[nooniensingh]

Yes. We do. But perhaps not right this moment.

Allow me the supreme privilege of buying you dinner, Ms. Lara. The confines of our world can wait until you're settled and at least dry.

thank you, happens about twice a month now...

[ladycroft]

['Privilege'? Oh, my... On any other occasion, she might decline, but right now, she needs all the help she can get.]

That's very kind of you, John. Thank you.

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[ladycroft]

[ooc: I like them together, lol! Where should we go from here? Continue? Decide how dinner went? Thread them after the recent curses? :-)]f

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[nooniensingh]

((:D me toooooo~ especially considering Lara's canon taste in men. XD I am fine with a log post for anything. Dinner, curses, anything.))

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[ladycroft]

[She doesn't play it safe when it comes to men, but if they aren't interesting, why bother? ;) It would be too late to post their first dinner now, but it could be referenced. She'll be posting about employment and a place to live tonight. He could tag her, if you like, and they can banter, like Hepburn and Tracy. :)]

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[nooniensingh]

((I like it! Banter is always good. Hepburn and Tracy banter is even better.))

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[ladycroft]

[Thank God! Someone who knows the Classic Hollywood actors, lol! The post will be going up today -- now, even -- if I can sneak it in here at work... If not, once I get home. :)]

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[nooniensingh]

((Hee! No, I grew up on classic Hollywood, from the Marx Bros. to classic MGM musicals to the Thin Man movies. I have an OC I play whose PB is Veronica Lake. We shall be great friends, you and I. :3))