01; Arrival

[rockcollector]

VIDEO | TEXT

[Everyone knows the high-tech looking stand just outside of the bay. Terrance watches this monument with a sour expression, his eyes narrowing before he lowers himself towards the device. He shrugs his backpack off and begins pulling a few tools from it.

When he’s done he turns on his phone and shows the hologram which has now been altered. The white haired blue eyed girl is still there however her appearance is darker, almost sickly, and her head is falling to the side. Occasionally the hologram will twitch in a disturbing or grotesques way. The words belong to Weiss however her tone is deeper as if the recording had been auto tuned.]

" My name is Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, Weiss Schnee, " [The hologram flickers.] "remnant heiress of dust. Panic? Fairly safe, fairly safe….fairly…. Panic. Live a normal life. Kidnapess live a normal life. Fairly normal life. Be aware your monitored. Panic. Pan-"

[The hologram freezes and the figure flickers as if it’s shivering in the cold before continuing again.]

"brief summary. "

[There is another short pause.]

"Panic. Each city possess you. child. Without your permission. North, East, South, West: monitored. Red dust. Red Remnant. Thank you.”

[At the end of the recording the video is turned off and a text is sent out. The name of who it belongs to has been alter to an alias and reads as Mr. Smith. ]

Thanks for the welcome Genessia.

ACTION | STREETS

[Terrance makes a point to hide his face and reply only using texts to those who feel the need to comment on his message. It’d just been some fun and it gives him an interesting gauge of those who populate this new place. People don’t realize how much of themselves they give away.

His backpack is slung over his shoulder as he digs a hand into his pocket for a small circular tin filled with a dark green herb. He pulls out a white skin and rolls bits of the dried green plant into its folds. He then licks his fingers to seal the thin paper. He places the roll between his lips and pockets the tin. His lighter is taken from his pocket next. Two quick flicks and flame flares up burning the tip of his gasper. Smoke rolls up as he exhales, his dark eyes looking over this curious town.

He doesn’t look like he’s lost and he’ll continue to wander until he’s seen all that there is in this city. When night falls he finds a nice looking bench and takes a seat, keeping his backpack and research close. He closes his eyes though he drifts in and out of a light slumber. This isn’t the first time he’s slept on the streets and it most likely won’t be the last.]

Comments

video

[orangeoutlaw]

[cracks up]

That's awesome, man! How did you do that?

Text;

[rockcollector]

Computers are easy, holograms too.

Video

[orangeoutlaw]

[he keeps the video on even as he looks at the text. He could text back but nah]

Haven't heard of those. Is it...this thing? [points to the communicator which...well he's holding it so you can't see it but he thinks you'll get the gist]

Text;

[rockcollector]

Yeah. That's a small computer and they're all connected.

TEXT;

[whatsbackup]

Vandalism wouldn't be my first choice, but it's a way to go.

TEXT;

[rockcollector]

Is this the start of a lecture? I'm already bored.

TEXT;

[whatsbackup]

Not exactly, but Miss Schnee's a good kid. If I were you, I'd be trying to make friends. We're all stuck here, after all.

TEXT;

[rockcollector]

Sure but that means you'll have to be able to catch me.

Action

[spoilsfun]

Tobacco is bad for you, you know.

[The comment comes from a small child standing nearby. ]

Action

[rockcollector]

[A thick British accent rolls off his tongue.]

It isn't the only thing.

[It isn't actually that bad because he isn't smoking that chemical shit that you get in the us.]

Re: Action

[spoilsfun]

Do you do a lot of things that are bad for you then, mister?

[His tone was deliberately cute.]

Action

[rockcollector]

And you care because?

[He inhales a slow drag before turning to walk away.]

I don't buy the act kid.

video;

[om_nom_namur]

Aw c'mon man. 'Maid was cute, why'd y' gotta go mess her up?

Text;

[rockcollector]

It's just a picture.

Text;

[om_nom_namur]

Ya and now its a shitty 1

And creepy as hell

Get off on taht kiund of thing or u just an ass?

Text;

[rockcollector]

I'm just an ass.

I didn't much care for the lies it told.

Anon Text

[aurabble]

Expressing your intentions or are you just trying to upset some people?

Anon Text

[rockcollector]

I'm spreading the truth. It isn't my fault that this recording lies.

Anon Text

[aurabble]

How would you know, you just got here.

[It doesn't matter how Terrance answers. He automatically distrusts him.]

text;

[strawberrypenguin]

That's about the tenth time someone messed with that thing.

Even if it is meant to be a joke this time. At least I assume it is, or your just bored, but in that case there is many other things one can mess with.

text;

[rockcollector]

Shame to see I wasn't original.

What do you 'mess' with around here?

text;

[strawberrypenguin]

You were the first to mess with it that way, but not the first to mess with it in general.

I don't personally, but with that you could say use the advanced technology that is in Nova City since I believe that is where that hologram came from.

[best of both worlds]

[mechanica]

[text]
[ Even if the person who had messed with the hologram may never know it, they'd given Tony a severely needed outlet for laughter. That aside, though, not just everyone knew how to do that kind of thing. Once he'd stopped laughing a heavy dose of curiosity set in. ]

This what you get up to when you're not hunting Neo, Agent Smith?

[later, action!]
[ As usual, Tony had been working entirely too late. He'd get scolded for it by Hikaru or Airy if they found out, but as far as he was concerned he'd left early. The night was still young at 9 PM, right?

He'd watched the last of the sun fade behind the horizon as he began his trek home, but the sight of a form that appeared to be sleeping on one of the benches was something that made him take a detour. When he got closer he realized it was a younger man, and one he hadn't seen before. He didn't know everyone by a long shot, but the scenario set out in front of him made it easy to guess that bench boy was new in town. ]

Hey, kid. [ He tilted his head, brows furrowed and voice raised in case he was actually asleep. ] You know there's motels around here, right?

[best of both worlds]

[rockcollector]

[text]

Who me? Neo is already a memory, just as that sad franchise is. Or would you rather I call you Mr. Anderson?

[Action]

[Terrance isn't asleep, not when it's so early, but he'd hoped that feigning sleep might get the stranger to simply leave him be.

With Tony's question hanging in the air between them Terrance inhales a deep breath. People who are concerned about his well-being are more likely to wake him than leave him be.

When he does speak his eyes remain closed and his British accent rings out in a light sort of musical tone.]

I like my bench, mate. Toddle off.

[Which is very true.]

[best of both worlds]

[mechanica]

[text]

If you're going with Mr. Smith I could deal with Mr. Anderson, but it would make it weird if I praised your hologram show with that name so let's go with Red Pill instead.

Actually, nope. Still weird.

[action]
[ Tony crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He was dealing with the hopelessly difficult type, apparently.

... wait. ]

Did you just tell me to toddle off? Are you for real? I was going to call out how dumb it is to sleep on a bench when there are better options almost literally everywhere, but now I'm completely stuck on the fact that you used the word toddle in a serious sentence.