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poly_chromatic2013-08-07 11:48 am
ladycroft) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-08-07 11:48 am
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~ Post 001 - Landing on Her Feet (open)
[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?
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?
Action Jackson, then!
Oh. Yeah. Of course. Here. [ Have a hand offered so you can step up and out, beautiful lady. ]
Hellllllo, Action Jackson!
Thank you.
[She accepts his hand and manages to clear the edge of the fountain.]
I'm Lara.
[She turns his hold into a handshake and bestows upon him a radiant smile.]
Hi, there, how may I service your action today?
He smiles, helping her out, taking a step back. Lara's radiant smile, meet Scott's radiant smile. It's a radiant smile off. ]
I'm Scott. McCall. [ A beat. ] Are you new? [ Or a fan of fountains? ]
LMAO!
Lara Croft. Yes, I'm very new, as in, baptized-by-the-fountain new. I just arrived.
And would you like fries with that?
You dropped in the fountain. [ Always putting two and two together, this one. Huh. He's never seen that before. But, it makes sense if people just appear here. ] Welcome to the City! Has anybody told you anything yet? [ LOL, VAGUE SCOTT ]
Onion rings, please.
[Such a bright boy, too. She grabs the hem of her top with both hands and begins to wring it out. Have a view of some abs, Scott.]
Thank you. Pretend I know nothing about these circumstances, because that's probably true. Are you native to the City?
[She heard the capital 'C' in that word.]
Extra onion rings for the archaeologist!
Nope. I got here two weeks or so ago? And I have friends and now my mom here. I'm from Beacon Hills, California. [ But, he still knows some stuff about it! ]
Happy archaeologist!
Sounds like you've settled in. Have to tried to leave?
KERMIT FLAIL
How?
inability to type properly flail!
Ring for a taxi? Walk? If there is no other option. Surely we can't be too far from a train station or something.
Your onion rings are ready, madam!
I haven't, I've just taken everybody's word for it. It's a parallel pocket dimension.
Yummy! Thank you!
Really?
[This word covers the him-not-trying to leave part and the parallel-dimension part.]
Don't you think we should give it a try?
You're welcome. Excuse me while we spruce up your intended table
Very kind of you.
[She isn't going to judge him. The circumstances are very strange and his body language tells her that he is being honest.]
Well, is there a... next step you would recommend?
Yes, well, it's my job
Maybe get comfortable. If we can't leave - I've been here for almost three weeks - then, maybe get a job or something. Oh, find an apartment, too. A place to stay.
Self-appointed server of food to strangers!
And how would you suggest I find a... job and a... flat?
[Because she obviously has a lot of work to do.]
Attractive strangers!
Ah, flattery...
[She nods to the device sitting on the side of the fountain, which was transmitting when she first arrived, because 'network', what?]
The sincerest form of! Forget imitaton!
I will accept no substitute!
[She glances back at the event behind them.]
How are things going, then?
[Maybe being conversational will help her stay grounded until she gets a better grip on all this.]
What about a doppelganger? BETTER than a substitute
They're going good. It's an animal drive. I took over the shelter. We're trying to give as many pets homes as we can because we're going to be changing it.
But potentially more confusing! - and sorry for delay...
A lot more. Sigh. - NP!
thank you!
[When trapped in a bubble universe...]
I've only just arrived or I'd ask if you had any dogs...
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We do. But, after you get settled you can ask me again. Some people are fostering the ones that aren't adopted so they won't have them forever. If you're still interested, be sure to let me know.
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