open; baby's first exploration

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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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One version of Cindy, the version that somebody here is familiar with but she herself isn't, once dated a creation of Shakespeare too, but whether or not Tybalt was a villian is contested in her eyes. Anyway, even if Cindy remembered this, she wouldn't mention it. Sharing heartwarming stories isn't her thing.

"Girl or guy?" Because even if Rex didn't say it outright earlier when she called him gay, he didn't deny it either.

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"Um." Rex makes a little face and takes a drink of his whiskey, mumbling around the rim of the glass: "Guy." He opens his mouth, as if he should explain, but then... what's there to explain? She's likely to tease him regardless. Irksome, but ultimately harmless, so he has nothing to fear. So he just leaves it at that. Guy. Done.

[fuckyouboots.livejournal.com]

Believe it or not, Cindy does have some restraint. Most times she has to dig down deep for it, but this time, it's not much of a struggle to take it out and slap it down on the shiny wood bartop between them.

"Then go home. You don't belong here." As if that was hard to see from jump. Rex doesn't belong here around what could be considered temptation. Cindy thinks he needs to go home and under some blankie with cartoons, safe and sound.