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genessia2016-09-04 03:44 pm
nicotinefits) wrote in genessia2016-09-04 03:44 pm
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1st Smoke // Down a different rabbithole // action/video
Action 1 - pre-smokes (Genessia City)
[There's so much wrong with having woken up in a bubble washed up into an area he doesn't recognise that Badou isn't sure where to even begin. On the plus side, he can't feel the gunshot wound any more and unless it happened when he was knocked out, he doesn't remember being pumped full of enough painkillers for that.
And if he were that doped up on painkillers, he likes to think he wouldn't be so aware that he'd been snatched away here before he could so much as take his first drag of the first cigarette he'd been allowed since he'd been admitted. That certainly doesn't make for the best first impression, though he'll grant some leniency for the fact that at least he has what appears to be money.
By the time he hits the streets proper, he's found himself a map but hasn't looked at it because he'd been distracted by the hologram and that he'd only heard snippets of because the speech had only grated on already raw nerves and had been the final indicator he'd needed that he has to attend to priority number one right now.
And that means approaching whoever he happens across, forcing a patience stretched thin to hold just a little longer so he can actually get his question out.]
Nearest smokes shop. Now. Please.
[See, he remembers his manners and everything.]
Action 2 - post-smokes
[It's amazing the difference one little burning stick of nicotine can make. Once he's found the grocery store, Badou's barely stepped foot out of there before he has a cig between his lips and as soon as it's lit he can feel some of the tension bleed out of him.
Okay, there's still a ton of shit he doesn't understand and this is still about the worst time to get kidnapped when there's so much else going on. But at least he's in a better mood to get himself some answers.
And that means checking out wherever in the city his feet can carry him, determined as he is to work out just how similar or different it is to what he knows. Including the apartment space he's been granted, if on a temporary basis. Nothing fancy, but he thinks he can make do...at least until he realises the bathrooms are communal. And he is not quiet in his disapproval, and never mind he's probably already filling his section of the apartment block with his distinctive smoke trail.]
You gotta be shitting me.
[Beyond that, he'll roam just about anywhere within Genessia City, looking out for anyone who might know more about this place than he does - which shouldn't be difficult.]
Yo. Help a new guy out?
Video
[Badou's been an information broker for long enough to know not to turn down sources of intel, which is why he turns to the network. He seems relaxed, at least, though there's a sharpness to his one good eye that sits at odds with the otherwise apparent carefree vibes he might give.]
All right. Full disclosure, I was only half-listenin' to that hologram chick to begin with but I don't need a recap. What isn't she telling us? Not like I'm not used to sifting through bullshit but it's been a rough ride lately and I could really do with catching a break.
Oh and a job, too. Guess I'm needing me one of those. I'm an info broker by trade, freelance mostly, but I'll take what'll keep me in smokes right now.
[Priorities, he has them.]
[There's so much wrong with having woken up in a bubble washed up into an area he doesn't recognise that Badou isn't sure where to even begin. On the plus side, he can't feel the gunshot wound any more and unless it happened when he was knocked out, he doesn't remember being pumped full of enough painkillers for that.
And if he were that doped up on painkillers, he likes to think he wouldn't be so aware that he'd been snatched away here before he could so much as take his first drag of the first cigarette he'd been allowed since he'd been admitted. That certainly doesn't make for the best first impression, though he'll grant some leniency for the fact that at least he has what appears to be money.
By the time he hits the streets proper, he's found himself a map but hasn't looked at it because he'd been distracted by the hologram and that he'd only heard snippets of because the speech had only grated on already raw nerves and had been the final indicator he'd needed that he has to attend to priority number one right now.
And that means approaching whoever he happens across, forcing a patience stretched thin to hold just a little longer so he can actually get his question out.]
Nearest smokes shop. Now. Please.
[See, he remembers his manners and everything.]
Action 2 - post-smokes
[It's amazing the difference one little burning stick of nicotine can make. Once he's found the grocery store, Badou's barely stepped foot out of there before he has a cig between his lips and as soon as it's lit he can feel some of the tension bleed out of him.
Okay, there's still a ton of shit he doesn't understand and this is still about the worst time to get kidnapped when there's so much else going on. But at least he's in a better mood to get himself some answers.
And that means checking out wherever in the city his feet can carry him, determined as he is to work out just how similar or different it is to what he knows. Including the apartment space he's been granted, if on a temporary basis. Nothing fancy, but he thinks he can make do...at least until he realises the bathrooms are communal. And he is not quiet in his disapproval, and never mind he's probably already filling his section of the apartment block with his distinctive smoke trail.]
You gotta be shitting me.
[Beyond that, he'll roam just about anywhere within Genessia City, looking out for anyone who might know more about this place than he does - which shouldn't be difficult.]
Yo. Help a new guy out?
Video
[Badou's been an information broker for long enough to know not to turn down sources of intel, which is why he turns to the network. He seems relaxed, at least, though there's a sharpness to his one good eye that sits at odds with the otherwise apparent carefree vibes he might give.]
All right. Full disclosure, I was only half-listenin' to that hologram chick to begin with but I don't need a recap. What isn't she telling us? Not like I'm not used to sifting through bullshit but it's been a rough ride lately and I could really do with catching a break.
Oh and a job, too. Guess I'm needing me one of those. I'm an info broker by trade, freelance mostly, but I'll take what'll keep me in smokes right now.
[Priorities, he has them.]
action 2!
today seems to be different. today, a random dude she has never seen before approaches and starts speaking to her. through nothing short of a miracle, she manages to keep her bags clutched to her chest instead of dropping them to the ground when she jerks back with a yelp - spinning on her heel to face him. ]
O-Oh! Um, of course. What... what do you need?
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Don't worry, not gonna hurt ya. Just tryin' to get to know the place and I figure there's people who didn't just wash up who'll tell me more than the welcoming tech might've.
[Not that he was really listening.]
no subject
oh god he's still talking. ]
I-I've been here for a few weeks, so I might be able to h-help. What exactly do you want to know?
no subject
Whatever's useful. Already getting the feeling it's pretty different to what I'm used to an' it'd be good to know what I need to watch out for.
ONE DAY ILL STOP EDITING. Today is not that day
Well, for one, you'll need to keep that necklace you were given when you woke up, or else you can't travel between the different cities. And, uh... t-there's this device called a phone that you can use to communicate to others, if you need to. Y-You'll also need to look for a job. What did you do back where you came from...? [ is that okay to ask random dudes?? ] Maybe I can help you find something.
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And here he is without a soul he knows. Which means he doesn't even have a network to tap into, yet.]
Huh. Wondered what that shit was all about. Any reason they couldn't have picked something less conspicuous?
[He's going to feel like an idiot wearing that thing!
Not that it isn't fitting]Work, though...guess I'd be a pretty shitty information broker without a scrap of info to my name. Better scratch that one off the list.
[He could still run the freelance investigator gig but with the kinds of jobs he gets, they're not going to make much of a first impression.]
no subject
[ she would. ]
There are a lot of odd-jobs that my friend has been doing! Maybe one of those would suit you?
no subject
[Not that he knows many women who wear that sort of thing but then the women he knows are...unusual, generally.]
Odd-jobs? Sounds familiar. What kind?
[Action]
Eventually, the bathroom door opens and Sonico appears in a cloud of steam. She is wrapped in a fluffy white towel, on hand holding it close at her chest, willing the towel to cover her as much as possible. Her pink hair is wet and piled messily on the top of her head. She only stops singing when she notices the stranger in front of him, and she bows a little sheepishly*
Excuse me, I'm sorry. But the shower can be so relaxing, you know?
no subject
Well okay. Maybe he can think of reasons for taking a little longer. But none of that helps when he's having to chainsmoke camped outside of the bathroom door just in case anyone thinks of sniping him once whoever's entertaining themselves in there gets the fuck out.
And then she does come out and it's a whole other realm of awkward because she's only in a towel and she's stacked and he's going to get slapped if he's not careful where he looks except it's right there and this is too much when there's a very good reason he's camped out in front of the bathroom.]
Sure. There's people out here set to piss themselves but you're relaxed so no big deal.
[Now excuse him while he goes to make sure he doesn't actually do that.]
no subject
I'm so sorry. I didn't realise there was anyone waiting.
*Then she swiftly steps aside to allow him past. Probably, she should be going to get dried and dressed, but instead she disappears into her room, then goes back to stand outside the bathroom, holding a small bowl in her hand as she waits for him*
no subject
Hell, he's over it and on the way to forgetting it by the time he's coming back out of the bathroom, which is why it catches him off guard when she's still stood out there only this time with a bowl in her hands.
And because he's caught off-guard, he says the first thing that pops into his head.]
I already washed 'em and cleaned up after myself.
[Classy, Badou.]
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Sonico shakes her head and offers and awkward smile as she holds the bowl out to him*
Oh, no. It's for your -
*Her next move is silly, for more than one reason. She takes her hand away from her towel and touches it to her lips. First, she decides that that probably looks weird, and then she realises that her towel has decided to gape open considerably at the top, so she quickly grabs it closed with a bright blush on her face*
Uh! For - your cigarettes! In case. Dropping...ashes. And burning. Safety. No one dies. In fires. Or anything.
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He'll just pointedly look away now before he sees something he'll get slapped for, arms folded because excuse how careless does she think he is?
Probably better not to answer that...]
I really look like I don't know how to not burn shit down? What the hell kind of idiot do you take me for?
[...Probably better not to answer that one, either.]
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I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. I just thought - well, the rooms don't come with ashtrays and... I don't think you're an idiot. I don't.I apologise.
*Yes, she definitely feels as though she's done the opposite of what she meant to - try and help, try and make friends, Sonico, as her friends back home would say. And now what? Now she's just made him mad at her rude manners, which she gets gradually colder in a towel, hair dripping down her back*
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He lets out a heavy sigh, a touch more put upon than he truly feels - though he's pretty sure even he shouldn't be able to mess up something like this so badly.]
Haaa look. Go get dressed before you catch your death. I'm big enough and dumb enough to take care of myself.
[Which is as close as he'll come to hinting that it's not really her he's mad with so much as there's a lot at the back of his mind that simple things hitting snags is making him more irritable than normal.
Probably best he goes to grab another smoke, he thinks.]
no subject
Okay. I should get dressed. You are totally right.
*Then she looks down at the small bowl, still her in hand. She wonders for a moment if she should give it to him, but then...that's what got her into this bit of awkward bother. Instead, she just stares at the bowl, then looks up at him with a vacant kind of smile*
I suppose I'll maybe see you around then.