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1st Mission Report [Video/Action]
[ Video ]
[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]
The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.
[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.
[ Action ]
[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.
And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.
He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]
[ There is a brown-haired man slouched against the wall of what has to be one of the studio apartments in the Commonspace. This, logically, probably means he's new. And what he says next will tip 'probably' to 'definitely'. ]
The lady hologram mentioned free lodging for a month before we gotta find somewhere else to stay. Can anyone hook a fella up with a job? I ain't afraid of manual labor, if that makes a difference.
[ He pauses, clearly uncomfortable with this, and adds: ] Thanks for your time.
[ Action ]
[ It's been approximately twenty-four since he woke up in that damn cocoon thing. A day since he had a small freak out by his lonesome, then took the necklace and the pamphlet and headed off to find what the hell was going on. The hologram had been surprisingly helpful on some aspects, and unsurprisingly not so helpful in others. Like who had brought him there, what they wanted, and how they'd done it. The level of technology needed to knock out and deposit him in a completely new world would be so advanced they might as well be aliens.
And, since he can't do a damn thing about it right now, James Barnes is roaming the city. Aimlessly. Or not so aimlessly. He's drawing a map in his head of the area around the free apartments, and then branching out from there. The tourist info included directions on how to get around, but he prefers to get eyes on everything he can. Because you never know when a midnight escape run down unlit streets, or across farmland, is going to be necessary.
He's also not doing much to make himself look friendly. Harmless, maybe, definitely not friendly. He will tip his ballcap when passing women, though. Some habits are just too old to break. ]