open; baby's first exploration

[requiresssacrifice]

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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[requiresssacrifice]

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..."

lmao i suck ._.

[gwynn]

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!