multiversallogs | She is touring the facilitiy

Who: Nazca and YOU!

What: A random day of temple visits, shopping, and job hunting.

Where: Around, probably mainly in the Aspic-Griss Twist vicinity

When: All day Coardi (say time of day if it matters in your tag)

Notes: Open to new or old acquaintances.

Warnings: None so far

It's now been long enough that Nazca has decided, however she got to Baedal, she's unlikely to be leaving it any time soon. As such, she is going to need a source of income, possibly a patron deity, and definitely some allies. She's been more or less shopping for all three.

She's never had to do anything like a job application before, so she's mainly wandering about and keeping her ears open. But she learns fast, and she's willing to take either honest or dishonest work as it finds her. She will also pay a respectful visit to the temple - she's kept up the practice of small offerings to all the gods for now, until she chooses one - and will likely end the day buying some food for supper.

It's a strange life, and she's restless in it, but it isn't all bad. Considering how she came, it could be much, much worse.

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"And I haven't noticed any pattern yet for what people were doing just before they arrived. It doesn't seem to matter." It sounds as if she's been looking.

"I've noticed we're all the same general age." He shrugs, not sure what to make of it. "Adults, but not elderly. No children. I have to wonder if there's a reason behind that."

She seems pleased that he noticed. "Yes, I noticed that too. And no one infirm, at least so far as I've seen. Everyone is relatively able-bodied."

"A work force of some kind?" He frowns. "Though they haven't sent us directly to specific jobs. They've let us choose. It can't be a coincidence. I wonder if the other cohorts are like us--all roughly the same generations in them."

"It could be," she allows. She hasn't done enough observation to be sure. "Whatever their purpose, they seem to need us physically fit for it."

They're just crossing one of the streets that serves as a boundary for Flyside. It only vaguely registers, so engrossed is he in trying to reason out why the city needs young, able-bodied adults.

"I remember the pamphlet said our ambition would be rewarded. Sounds like we're expected to work toward something."

"But they don't seem to care what," she agrees. "It may be to do with the gods, but I don't think so; they seem above whatever politics are running the place, for the most part." They were familiar, if not quite the aspects of the twelve she was used to.

"I can't see what the goal would be, if we're not being directed toward something." He sighs. Nothing here makes sense and he doesn't like that. "I guess we're more likely to resist if we know what the goal is. Higher chance we'll disagree or try to avoid it."

"Quite. And it could be something... I don't know. Less tangible. Energy, maybe? I don't have enough information to make much of a theory." It frustrates her, in her quiet way.

"Energy," he echoes--now there's a thought. Could they be harnessing the work of everyone here, somehow? Usually complex systems are a snap for him to grasp, but this city is too vast, with too many unknown variables. He can't get a read on it, can't get enough information to work it all out.

It frustrates him, too.

"It might be worth tracking the rest of the cohort somehow. See if there are any patterns in what we do, what we deal with, who we are."

"A woman named Rachel seemed to be trying, over the network, awhile ago. I wonder if she made much progress." With contacting the cohort, Nazca means. She prefers to make her connections personally, but in this case, it could do to have a head start.

Gabriel's eyes dart to the side as he thinks, summoning memory of things he's seen on the cohort network. "Woman with red hair? The one who's introduced herself a few times. Yes. She might be worth talking to, to see if she's gotten anywhere."

Nazca nods - they're thinking along the same lines.

"There's those Hellsing people too - they've at least gotten some cooperation among a group, and they might have picked up something."

He nods. "Perhaps one of us should consult Hellsing and the other talk to this girl. We need more information before we can try to figure out what the city wants from us."

She smiles a little. "I'll take Hellsing, if you don't mind. I know someone who works there, and I've never been very good at getting around women anyhow."

Neither have I, he thinks to himself, wry. But that's not the kind of thing to say out loud, here.

"I don't mind. The next time the girl calls the network I'll try to arrange a meeting with her, to talk."

He pauses before an apartment building that looks like it's the remnants of three others shoved together. It's where he lives, but he doesn't say that just yet, not wanting to accidentally chase Nazca off if the conversation isn't over.

Her eyes flick to the building as he pauses, then back to him. "Well. It's nice to meet someone with some vestiges of proper curiosity."

"Yes. And thank you for walking me home." Awkward little smile, with an equally awkward gesture at the building behind them that means here we are.

"I'll call you if I get to talk to that girl?"

"And I'll see what I can find of Hellsing," she confirms. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Gabriel." And she does mean it, even if it was a useful pleasure.

"And you. Thank you. I'll be in touch."

One more smile and then he's heading into the building.

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