Log: Settling In

[notyourrookie]

Who: Agent Washington (OU)+open!
What: Adjusting to life in Gulch
Where: Scoping out the city (Shopping District, Park, a cafe)
When: Between October 26th and 30th
Warnings: None



York's safe house really had turned out to be a good choice. The security was good and it does make him feel better knowing that it was there. Lets him sleep more easily, when he actually manages anyway. It's better than staying in the casino with the constant noise of people outside leaving him on edge.

Getting to grips with the city is a top priority though, and has him heading out . Exploring. Scoping out is probably more accurate, treating it like he would a mission.

The shopping district seems the best place to start, busiest at least, and a good place to figure out what's normal here. The helmet store has a wide variety of them in the window, and he scans a catalogue showing enhancements and mods that are available. Some of those would be pretty useful if he's honest with himself. There's weapons shops too; nothing as heavy as the weaponry he's used to having at his disposal, but it's a start. There's a nice set of knives in there too. Now that is something he's going to have to get hold of.

He spends lunches in the park. It's a little surreal to see the covered ceiling up above and know that the sky outside could kill him, but it's nice to take off his helmet for a while. The place is climate controlled, and considering the last places he'd been at home had been a desert, an icy wasteland and a humid pit of a canyon, he's not complaining.

There's a little cafe a few minutes walk from the safehouse that stays open all night, and it's a better option to be there than sitting awake and twitchy in the safe house when he can't sleep.

Comments

[notyourrookie]

"Enough," he says bluntly. "Not that it matters now. They're all dead."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

Right. That probably wasn't the most sensitive question she could've asked.

"Have you figured out what you'd like to do here?" she asks instead.

[notyourrookie]

"I'm probably going to get certified as a mercenary. I... I've been a soldier my entire adult life. I don't know what else I could do."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"I mean. Mercenary work can be pretty miserable," she says. "But possibly not as bad as what you've had to do."

[notyourrookie]

"I'm not sure how it can be worse than the Project or the war. The worst I'm gonna get is dead." And that seemed much less likely if he was working alone.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

She can hardly argue with that, considering she hasn't been there.

"I bet you're good enough to keep from getting killed," she says instead.

[notyourrookie]

"Well, hasn't caught up with me yet at least." But there was always someone better out there.

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

And she didn't kill him with her motorcycle on accident.

Joking aside, it's a lot to take in. She stares awkwardly at her cocoa and takes a sip.

[notyourrookie]

For which he is grateful. Survive the Meta, get murdered by motorcycle, would be pretty embarrassing.

"I'm sorry. It must be weird."

[oquirrh_at_the_wheel]

"Yeah," she admits. "But isn't it for you, too?"

[notyourrookie]

He tilts his head thoughtfully. "Yeah. People think I'm... not someone else. Maybe someone I can't be. And they can't be the people I knew."