LOG: Anywhere you go, there you are

[mercenarymayhem]

Who: Anyone who's out and about town
What: Mingling
Where: The business district and casino
When: A fairly normal day
Warnings: Please warn as needed

It's a rare day, one with clear skies and empty air, and everyone seems to be out and about, shopping and stopping in to various places of entertainment to make the most of it. Some people are even seen without their helmets, a risky behavior but one which they chose take the luxury of indulging in.

Today's curious though, for it's the day that Jimmy settles his newest acquisition into a basement room of the casino. The Transponser, a teleportation device, left to malfunction until the inventor who sold it to him can be located again, for yes, he's made himself scarce after this deception. Apparently getting money for his work was more attractive than perfecting the technology behind it.

In any case, it's a day for socializing and getting to know friends better and meet neighbors.

Comments

Agent York (AU)

[logicunlocked]

Instructions? Instructions are for chumps. He'll worry about getting his rooming assignment later—right now he wants to see this place for himself. He exits the building and is immediately stuck with the complete lack of anything the welcome message had warned about. He's in his armor, which they'd left him in when he had been thrown into the brig, and he unseals the helmet, immediately willing to experiment with the facts. No deadly poison here, from what he can tell. The only reason he knows this must be legit is there are people among the people streaming up and down the street who do have their helmets on. Hm. That must mean the clouds can appear suddenly.

He replaces his helmet and begins to amble down the street. Sooner or later he'll see some interesting person, someone who seems more willing or able to answer his questions about the place.

Re: Agent York (AU)

[baruthumos]

It may be a clear day, but Omega is still wearing his helmet. He is on a mission, and the objectives are lit up on his heads-up display. Boots, bananas, and bandages. Boots, because there was an incident involving his and some rebar and now the sole isn't exactly attached to the left one. Bananas, because they're on sale and he can't remember the last time he had one. And bandages because they've run out of them at home again.

Speaking of bananas, there's a person walking down the street in a full suit of yellow armor. Helmets are one thing, helmets are just good sense. But armor? That's worth a second glance, and more.

Re: Agent York (AU)

[trustandfireworks]

Theta doesn't usually go shopping with his siblings, but he's decided to tag along today partly because it's a rare nice day and he loves the barely-seen sun, but also because his sweet stash is running low.

For now, he's perfectly content to walk with his oldest brother, almost skipping slightly so he can keep up with Omega's long gait, up until the point where a fully armored figure comes into view. Theta stops in the street, unable to keep from staring. Then he runs to catch up with Meg again, this time pressing closer to him as they draw nearer to the armored person.

[logicunlocked]

He can sense it when someone's looking at him through one of those helmets—there's something about the angle of the head that he's gotten used to reading back at Freelancer. And this black-helmeted person is definitely looking at him. He turns, then gestures a little with his head as if to say, 'get a load of this place.'

The black helmet doesn't tell him much—Tex wears black, but he doesn't think she'd be caught dead on a foreign planet without the rest of her armor. And there are other Freelancers it could be. "I hope you got here long enough before I did that you know what's going on," he says.

[baruthumos]

Omega makes sure he's between this stranger and Theta, fold his arms and looks the armor up and down. He probably lose a fight. The other man's words make no sense. Nothing is going on, as far as Omega knows. "Not really," he has to admit. "Why, did something blow up?" Maybe this guy's bomb squad? "It must have been important if they ruined everyone's clear day."

Re: Agent York (AU)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

York won't be alone for long as someone else exits the building only a short while after him. Unlike others in the street, she's only holding a gas mask instead of an actual helmet. She's forgone wearing it for now. Of course, she noticed the power armor, which was rather much compared to everyone else, and, well, she felt she had to comment. "Holy shit, you look ready for a war. Is the power armor a fashion statement, or do we actually got some concern for attacks here?"

wow just found this notif sorry

[logicunlocked]

He turns to see the speaker, then shrugs. "Back where I come from it comes with the job, but I'm pretty new here. So...hell if I know."

That's okay. o/

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Where ya come from?" Roxy said questioningly, looking around. Nothing LOOKED like a terminal thingy. That was where far travel happened, right? She looked at him and jerked a thumb behind her. "From here?"

[logicunlocked]

"Nope, from a spaceship," he says. He shrugs. "Other than the fact I'm missing somebody important, it's a better place than where I came from."

Dexter Grif (Native)

[grifshot]

[Today we find one Dexter Grif in a parking lot, in what sliver of shade is available. He's sitting in a warthog trying to nap, but it turns out that's actually really hard with a helmet on. While he can usually manage it regardless, sleep continues to elude him.

He sighs, still several hours to go before Simmons and Donut are likely done with their errands. Grif gets out of the warthog, deciding to hit up the convenience store across the street.

This is a safe area of town, right?]

Re: Dexter Grif (Native)

[depthlesslock]

York doesn't want to go shopping. York would very happily stay at base and spend the day relaxing like he wanted to. It was a rare day off and he had wanted to enjoy it.

But they're out of coffee.

They're out of coffee and in York's ever changing list of priorities, coffee is usually pretty close to the top, so he's dragged himself off the sofa and is heading to the nearby store to fix the unforgivable lack of coffee. He might as well get those cookies he likes while he's at it. After all, he figures he deserves them after having to go shopping on a break day.

[grifshot]

[Grif is surfing the aisles, looking for snacks. He's in a slightly better mood, having acquired himself a slurpee and just enjoying the air conditioning and being inside.

York's not the only one after cookies it seems, since Grif will be reaching for the package as well.]

[depthlesslock]

There's music piping through the speakers and into the background when York enters the store. Armed with a basket, he makes a beeline for the coffee and grabs three packets of his favorite brand, feeling a bit better once he has the weight of them swinging from his arm.

Coffee acquired, he moves further down the aisle to look for his cookies.

[grifshot]

[You may not find any cookies, York. Because there is an orange helmeted man heading up to the checkout with an armload. It's occurred to Grif that he might not have another opportunity to get this brand for a while, so he better stock up.]

Re: Dexter Grif (Native)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[So.]

[Someone's never seen anything like a car in real life before.]

[Which is why Grif will get to see the strange sight of a teenage girl in the parking lot, looking over every inch of a car. Perhaps it's just car trouble? Except then she moves to ANOTHER car and starts looking it over, even crawling under it to take a look at the bottom, and she has such an excited look on her face for this whole exercise.]

[She also seems to only have a gas mask she's just carrying around instead of a whole helmet. The weirdness just doesn't end.]

[grifshot]

[Yeah, no, that definitely is weird.

Granted weird is something that Grif has come to terms with in his life. Life on Red Team doesn't exactly grant normality, especially when the Blues get involved. Part of him is just tempted to walk away but then he remembers that if anything happens to the Warthog Sarge will yell at him.

Sarge will probably yell at him anyway but whatever.]

Hey, kid, what are you doing!?

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

[Roxy jerks under the Warthog because wow, yelling is so weird.]

[But....she....doesn't assume she's being talked to, so she's still under this car, looking at all the pretty machine parts.]

[Because hey, why WOULD anyone be talking to her and why would they call her kid, she isn't REALLY a kid.]

Roxy Lalonde (OU)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

When Roxy arrived, it was with an explosion. Semi-literal because the moment she hit the ground, an array of JUNK just flew from her and covering the floor. When Roxy woke up minutes later, she was ready for there to be something going on. It seemed like she hadn't been able to wake up lately without shit going down. So, no, she's not surprised she's somewhere else. No, she's not surprised by the message telling her she was in a whole other dimension (because it can't be hers, the Medium was too small to have unknown planets.) The man's accent is...admittedly, a small comfort. Considering the 'home' of one of her friend. But when he mentions glitches, she just starts laughing and laughing and laughing.

It took several minutes for her to calm down. She picked up her things, figuring out things were Wrong already. Confirmed when she couldn't get her clothes to change and had to manually change from godtier to some normal clothes. If what she understood from movies held true, walking around like a superhero thief wouldn't get her good attention so t-shirt, leggings, and miniskirt it was. She gathered up her things, tying clothes to act as a bag before going to the helmets.

Which was another time of just...staring for several minutes. Finally she tried them on, only keeping them on for a few seconds at best, before finding one that fits and adding it to the pile. From there, she got a key, went to her room....and immediately hid her stuff in the bathroom, taking some key parts from the guns, her phone, scarf, and gas mask from the pile. She leaves the helmet.

She's learned to never trust headgear from others, but it's a good idea to be able to take them apart later. If her stuff was still there when she came back, because she wasn't waiting for an explanation. That hadn't been going well lately either. If they were legit, she'd be able to ask later. If not...well, she'd figure it out anyway. She wasn't leaving anything important behind, at least.

So it's only a short time after she exited the portal that she's standing outside, just holding the mask at her side as she looked around. She noticed that the helmets were, in fact, a thing. And that...that there were PEOPLE and she wasn't sure how to handle that right now, so instead she just put on a bright smile, humming as she walked down the street.

It looked like there were stores. She's never gotten to see a STORY before, so why not explore?

Re: Roxy Lalonde (OU)

[the_informant]

"Well, now there is something you don't see every day. A gas-mask doesn't tend get you through here."

Truth be told, Florida has been standing here for hours. Well no, not hours. TRUE truth be told he's been staking out Jimmy's casino between jobs for weeks now. Maybe there isn't anything to be gained from it, not immediately, but there was this intriguing rumor that someone had acquired the spoke of Transponser. Florida has no idea at all what the thing actually does but he is an information broker at his core. Any tidbit would be good. And yes, the girl walking out of the casino looking a bit like she's marveling and carrying only a gas mask is a tidbit.

After all, who went with such paltry protection.

"You must be new. There have historically been problems with the seal created by a gas mask due to minor corrosive elements of the clouds. You Not to mention the skin irritants. You may be better off seeing if you can't buy even a barely loaded out Mark III. I'd suggest staying out of direct cloud exposure."

Re: Roxy Lalonde (OU)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

Roxy jumped at the sudden voice. A rather notable jump, because she didn't think to expect it. Right, of course people could talk to her, there were people to do it here. She looked over at the voice and she almost laughed. Two blue dudes catching her off guard like that in less than an hour, that had to be some kind of weird record.

She hummed, looking at her mask. "Le sign, and here I thought I wouldn't have to deal with it. Damn you krypton and not being corrosive. Ah well, will just have to make due somehow," she said with a shrug. Perhaps she should be more nervous about corrosive death clouds, but she can't quite muster the emotional energy for it.

Then she focused on Florida and the grin widened as she skipped over to him. "So would ya know where I could check out some Mark IIIs? Not familiar with these stores, really hella new. And do ya know what's in the clouds that clothes are nuff protection?"

Re: Roxy Lalonde (OU)

[the_informant]

He's almost surprised by how easily she takes him at his word and asks for help. Oh, there would be a price for that, and he'll extract it later. For now he's happy to tilt his head to the side and nod.

"There is a store nearby, if you've the credits. A Charon Industries store if memory serves, and it surely does. They have reasonable payment plans if you don't and you're close though."

Florida offers the young girl his arm, as if to escort her like a proper gentleman would. But he doubts that will go over either. The first time he did something like that to a work colleague he had to duck a fist to the head, but that is just what it is. He has a cheerful demeanor he means to present after all.

Agent Maine (Native)

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine doesn't know which bothers him more, jogging in his helmet or running circles on an indoor track. Today, he can escape both. Clear skies call to him. Leaving his helmet in his locker, he exits the airlock at the base and runs in the general direction of downtown.

Re: Agent Maine (Native)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

"Jegus christ, you're a giant!" Tact, thy name is Lalonde.

Such is the greeting when Maine reaches downtown and there's this teenage girl carrying only a gas mask just gawking at him. No offense to him, really, it's just Roxy has never realized humans come that big.

Re: Agent Maine (Native)

[maine_makes_growly_noises]

Maine slows his stride. Not carrying a helmet is one thing; carrying a gas mask instead is completely another. He cocks his head and growls an inquiry.

Re: Agent Maine (Native)

[thevoidsdarkhorse]

She looked down. "Oh, the gas mask? Yeah, it's....kind of an experiment, I guess," she said with a shrug.