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genessia2018-09-04 09:17 am
casuallypro) wrote in genessia2018-09-04 09:17 am
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1st shot // action
a. Bay area
[Reno's not entirely surprised that he feels like he's had the best sleep he's had in a long time. With a job that requires sleeping lightly and the most recent catastrophes he's had to contend with, sleeping that heavily is a rarity that normally requires a not insignificant amount of booze beforehand.
More disconcerting is everything else: the fact he's woken up in a pod he doesn't remember finding his way into; the fact that none of his current surroundings seem at all familiar; the fact he can't remember anything at all between being with his fellow Turks and a recently-cured Rufus and shoring up somewhere new.
Frankly, it's a miracle he hasn't already thrown the box on his chest into the water already, given what could be in there. Even when he opens it - after making as many checks as he can to ensure it's not rigged to explode - he's none the wiser. He's never much good first thing at the best of times, and this is a hell of a lot of new to process.
Eventually, he makes it as far as the hologram. But he's wire-tense, senses on full alert and always with half an eye on the box he's still yet to remove the contents of, and as he listens to what is supposedly the full story it's with a slight scoff of disbelief, curses muttered beneath his breath.]
And right when I thought we were done with the bullshit for a little while.
b. The bars of Genessia
[For as cautious as he can be, for as cautious as he's been while he's tried to process the reality of what he's dealing with, Reno's never really been the sort to get too caught up in fretting over things. Once he's had time to process the basics - kidnapped but probably safe, with no apparent expectations save to live - and to perhaps do a little scouting out of the main city just in case - he figures there's really no point getting too worked up about things. Not to say that he's not keen to get back to what he knows but, well. He's got money in hand and the city has bars. Maybe he can consider it a vacation.
And so he makes his rounds of the bars within Genessia City, staying long enough to get a feel for how the atmosphere runs and if it's the sort of place he'd go back to. He finds himself drawn rather more to the dive bars, those that seem to cater to a broader range of people - partly because he hates the snobbishness of the posher places, more because he figures people-watching is a good way to learn about a place and for that, better to hit up the more varied places.
Not that it especially shows. On the surface, with his slouched, open posture and laid-back expression, he seems like nothing more than another bar patron. Only the sharpness of his gaze would give any indication that he's quite ready and willing to deal with any situations that may arise, for all he really just wants to chill out and drink a while. If company comes his way - for curiosity, or because he's spent too long watching someone and they've taken notice - all the better.]
[Reno's not entirely surprised that he feels like he's had the best sleep he's had in a long time. With a job that requires sleeping lightly and the most recent catastrophes he's had to contend with, sleeping that heavily is a rarity that normally requires a not insignificant amount of booze beforehand.
More disconcerting is everything else: the fact he's woken up in a pod he doesn't remember finding his way into; the fact that none of his current surroundings seem at all familiar; the fact he can't remember anything at all between being with his fellow Turks and a recently-cured Rufus and shoring up somewhere new.
Frankly, it's a miracle he hasn't already thrown the box on his chest into the water already, given what could be in there. Even when he opens it - after making as many checks as he can to ensure it's not rigged to explode - he's none the wiser. He's never much good first thing at the best of times, and this is a hell of a lot of new to process.
Eventually, he makes it as far as the hologram. But he's wire-tense, senses on full alert and always with half an eye on the box he's still yet to remove the contents of, and as he listens to what is supposedly the full story it's with a slight scoff of disbelief, curses muttered beneath his breath.]
And right when I thought we were done with the bullshit for a little while.
b. The bars of Genessia
[For as cautious as he can be, for as cautious as he's been while he's tried to process the reality of what he's dealing with, Reno's never really been the sort to get too caught up in fretting over things. Once he's had time to process the basics - kidnapped but probably safe, with no apparent expectations save to live - and to perhaps do a little scouting out of the main city just in case - he figures there's really no point getting too worked up about things. Not to say that he's not keen to get back to what he knows but, well. He's got money in hand and the city has bars. Maybe he can consider it a vacation.
And so he makes his rounds of the bars within Genessia City, staying long enough to get a feel for how the atmosphere runs and if it's the sort of place he'd go back to. He finds himself drawn rather more to the dive bars, those that seem to cater to a broader range of people - partly because he hates the snobbishness of the posher places, more because he figures people-watching is a good way to learn about a place and for that, better to hit up the more varied places.
Not that it especially shows. On the surface, with his slouched, open posture and laid-back expression, he seems like nothing more than another bar patron. Only the sharpness of his gaze would give any indication that he's quite ready and willing to deal with any situations that may arise, for all he really just wants to chill out and drink a while. If company comes his way - for curiosity, or because he's spent too long watching someone and they've taken notice - all the better.]