multiversallogs | open; baby's first exploration

Who: Rex Lewis & Open
What: Some exploring. Rex is looking around Brock Marsh for a job-- WHO WANTS ~~A WEAPONS DEVELOPER~~ AN ENGINEER-- and then afterwards has found this hip, cool "Vault" place people have told him about.
Where: Brock Marsh (particularly the uni) and Griss Twist (The Vault). You can also accost him in the street. He will love it.
When: Shortly after his arrival.
Notes: Feel free to tag into one of the threads below. The OP is just a little prelude. Multiple threads welcome!
Warnings: The Vault :C

His first night in Baedal, Rex stayed in Mog Hill, exploring the quaint, clean little neighborhood that was his temporary home. It wasn't anywhere he was interested in settling-- to be honest, this entire city wasn't anywhere he was interested in settling. What freedom it offered aside, he didn't want to be here without Ana, without Iago. If he was completely alone, that would be one thing. But the fact that there was a connection of some kind between Baedal and the Barge-- how else could Martha, Snape, Mozenrath, of all people, be here?-- made their absence all the more striking. He put on a brave face for the network, but the truth was: he was terrified and angry, still raw from the events that had come to pass before he was unexpectedly dropped into this world.

The brief exploration did little to calm his nerves. He tried to study his surroundings, pick up what details he could from the locals, but he couldn't stop dwelling on what-- and who-- he'd left behind. Ultimately, his walk around Mog Hill proved to be fruitless; he barely retained any details. It was just one big cobblestone-and-brick blur. Not an aesthetic he had any appreciation for. Give him steel and glass any day.

After a restless night marked by several failed attempts at devising a plan of action and/or escape, Rex finally fell asleep as the sun rose. Which, of course, meant that by the time he woke up, he had already missed a significant portion of the day. Fantastic. His job search was already off to a brilliant start. One quick shower later, and he was running out the door to follow up on some leads. The University would be a start.

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As the sun began to set, Rex continued on his little outing, heading into a... seedier sort of neighborhood, judging by the abundance of bars. He hugged his coat tighter around himself, trying to keep warm while also projecting a sort of stand-offish image. Because he didn't want any... undesirable people to actually approach him. Sure, he was used to a life of crime-- and thus, the criminal element (which he totally assumed everybody here was) was something he was accustomed to, especially after two years on the Barge-- but his crime was sophisticated, damn it. He didn't want to mingle with any simple two-bit thugs.

...

It should be worth noting that Rex spent a great deal of his life in isolation.

Griss Twist is rowdy and can be dangerous in certain areas, but nobody walks around there prepared to suddenly hear a shrill voice screaming "DUCK!" just before a five-foot pink explosion hurls over their head, somersaulting in mid-air with all limbs flailing wildly in different directions, and which, just before crashing into the nearest building, abruptly disappears. Said figure immediately reappears ten feet in the air six feet to the left and, despite the desperate windmilling of her arms and furious flapping of her tiny wings, smashes hard into the ground, catching herself by the face instead of the delicate, veined wings.

(Thankfully she is wearing a helmet.)

She picks herself up off the ground, brushing gravel off her elbows and feeling her helmet for cracks. It occurs to her then that someone was in her way when she made her brilliant attempt at a landing, there, and she whirls around to make sure she didn't, say, flatten them like a pancake. "Oh, shit! I'm sorry, did I get ya?"

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Edited 2011-12-06 12:07 (UTC)

Instinctively, once he hears the word "duck," Rex does just that, covering his head with his arms. At least those old army skills come in handy sometimes. He peeks up, just in time to see a streak of pink about to make a faceplant with the wall.

And then it vanishes, only to reappear, flailing, several feet off the ground and thennnn...

Ouch.

Rex watches with more fascination than concern, eyeing those wings in particular. It-- no, wait, she, that's a girl-- was like a life-sized fairy from a story book.

After a moment of staring, Rex gets back up, pulling gaze from her wings to her face.

"No, I'm fine," he answers, then realizes he should probably reciprocate. So, that neutral expression shifts of a furrowed browed look of concern. "Uh. Are you... okay? That looked like quite a fall."

To say Megan is accustomed to people staring at her wings is an understatement -- even in Mutant Town, people stared, because while it's easy to get used to people looking odd, giant, shimmery wings still attract a lot of notice. It's more like, at this point, she expects people to stare and is more surprised when they don't.

Not that her face is any less weird -- it can be difficult to tell which direction she's looking in, her eyes are so dark, and that can have an unsettling effect she is obviously trying to off-set by smiling brightly, teeth straight and white. (She counts her blessings; at least she's not got fangs.) "Oh, I'm fine!" She reaches up and knocks on her helmet, maybe a bit too hard considering how she just smashed it against the street, narrowly avoiding breaking her damn fool neck. "Mum always said I've got a hard head, anyway." She's able to be cavalier about it because she really does this all the time, so... look forward to that, Baedal.

"I really am sorry, I oughtta been looking where I was going but I'm not used to so many people bein' out this time of day and all the air currents are really weird here maybe 'cause there's less cars and airplanes and, um, air and stuff, dunno how all that works but like usually I don't hit people or almost-hit people so like if you're mad that's okay I can get out of your hair but, like, I dunno I could maybe buy you a beer or something to make up for it if you're mad." She takes one breath.

Rex has never seen somebody with black sclera before (which is more striking to him than the oddly colored irises), so once he catches sight of her eyes, it's hard to look away. "Um." He blinks, then laughs a little, dropping his gaze. "Right. Glad to see she wasn't wrong."

He brushes off the knees of his pants, and shakes his head. "It's fi--" Oh wow, she's still talking. Must be some incredible lung capacity, because he could swear this is all in one breath. Rex may be a little impressed. "I'm not mad, really. You didn't land on me, so..."

She hooks her hands behind her back and leans back precariously on the heels of her feet -- then again, she's got wings, it's probably easier for her to catch herself if she falls. She takes a few seconds to process what he's said, like her brain needs to catch up with the rest of her. When Megan opens her mouth it's like someone pulled a very long string on her back; she just keeps going until she reaches the end of her ramble, at which point she stops just as abruptly and usually stares at the other party as if waiting for an answer. Not that she'd notice if someone wasn't paying attention to anything she said to begin with. She hasn't yet noticed how often people seem to change the subject around her.

"Okay! Sometimes people yell which I guess is like fair enough, dude, but really it's not like this whole package came with an instruction manual so you've got to cut people a bit of slack, yeah?" Not considering that that may not entirely make sense to someone from a world different from hers, she barrels on: "I'm Megan, by the way, just, you know, in case you want to be like 'hey look out on that street Megan's practising again and she'll prolly slam into you so like keep an ear open'. Or, okay, maybe I should tell people that but there's a lot of people out today, maybe I could shout it. Get a megaphone or something, or a bike horn. What's your name?"

She's friendly, see! She just wants to make friends!

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lmao i suck ._.