genessia | [Video: Arrival, OTA] & [Private Message]

[John almost expected restraints when he woke up; Strange place, strange bed, but there was nothing keeping him there save for the care package on his chest. Had he still been with the CIA he would assume the whole thing was some kind of test. He wasn't though, and this... this was not anything like Harold's style.

For one thing, John couldn't help thinking idly, he would have had a hard time getting him into that....coccoon. For another, nothing about how tired he felt, how out of sorts felt right to him. It screamed 'drugging', but he couldn't figure what or when.

At the thought of Harold, his hands had gone to his phone - no connection, no service. Not an especially good sign.

He skimmed through the paperwork quickly, and was able to at least determine he wasn't in some kind of prison. Not a traditional one, in any case. All the same, he had his gun drawn all the way through to the welcome center and more traditional light of day.

By the time he started the video he had heard what the hologram - and weren't they fancy here with that - had to say while browsing through the brochures, and spent a little time on a bench nearby. People-watching, yes, but also looking through the recent posts on the network. Judging from what he saw introductions were commonplace, mostly video, with some small exceptions.

A simple question, text, caught his eye and the sight of the name listed brought him conflicting emotions. At the very least the fact that Harold was there meant that there as a lot less chance of him managing to get himself into trouble on his own. It also meant, if he could believe everything he had seen, that they were both trapped.

It's in the process of this research that he finds the name listed for him - John Reese. Someone, obviously, was good at their job. It wouldn't do though, 'Reese' wasn't the name on the ID card in his wallet. He changes the display to ' John Rooney' instead, with only a little trouble.]

[The video opens on an unassuming man in a suit. A little older, if the start of gray in his hair is any indication, his gaze a little concerned. Perhaps worried - but that shouldn't be unusual, should it?

Between the fingertip over a portion of the camera, the sun behind him causing glare, and the slightly askew angle it's hard to get a full idea of his face. The camera shakes, just a hair.]

Hi. [There's a smile, small, that almost definitely appears to be from nerves.]

My name is John. Rooney, that is. John Rooney. I have to admit, I just woke up here and I'm a little out of my depths.

I did - [John seems to rush to add.] read through everything. It just...sounds like some kind of a joke.

[He shakes his head, like part of him knows it isn't but he isn't in any rush to accept that.]

Sorry if I'm bothering anyone. I saw a lot of other people doing things like this and, well... I think I could use someone to talk to.

[John turned the camera off while he waited for a reply, expression turning more controlled as he set up a private message. His hands weren't shaking any more.]

[Private Message to: Harold Wren]
You okay?

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That's good. You seem nice. [That's true enough, really, for all the words are little empty.]

Can you carry a gun? I mean... if you chase down people that are wanted by the police. They'd probably have weapons, right? [It's information gathering, plain and simple, wearing a mask that screamed curiosity and a little macabre fascination with the idea.]

Looks can be deceiving John. [It's hard to tell if she's talking about herself or him. Enis very rarely volunteers information to people and when she does she's sometimes lying.]

Do you know how hard it is to get a concealed permit for a gun? [She's asking because she's curious. Despite carrying a gun, Enis has always done so illegally. She doesn't have much of a legal foot print and most of what she has is a collection of fake names.]

I guess you're right. [He shrugs, almost a little sheepishly.] I mean, that's what they always say on the news when they find out their neighbor did something awful, isn't it?

[John looks like he's trying to think for a moment, before offering a shrug and a half-smile. Some paperwork and a background check I think? I'm mostly guessing.

It's for that reason that I don't watch a lot of TV. [Enis's source of information is the internet. Not having something like the internet here happens to be very annoying.]

You taught me something. I didn't know that. [Because, no, she doesn't have a concealed weapon permit. Enis does have a rather impressive collection of weapons though.]

Are you interested in freelance work? [Not that Enis has found it particularly useful here.]

I try not to, but... [He gives a hopeless little laugh.] Not much else to do when I'm stuck at home.

Oh, don't quote me on that. It's just a guess. I think it depends on the state. [He knew, of course, exactly what was needed, but generally when working in assets you didn't have a lot of need for a gun.]

Right now? I guess I'm looking for just about any work. Why?

[Enis can't say much against that though when she's stuck at home she's usually on the computer. Her laptop is her main source of information: news, library, personal information. It's amazing everything that you can find online.]

It's a better guess than me. I don't know about here but weapons seem to be more common place. [She isn't sure what to think of that yet, despite being here for a few months now.]

Curious. You ask a lot of questions. I can't tell if you're interested in me or my job. I don't do that here.

Really? [There's a brief flash of something in his eyes.] That sounds...dangerous. A lot of weapons, people far from home... [His brows raise, just a little.] Isn't that just usually for wars?

Oh. I'm not trying to...intrude. Mostly I was just looking for something to talk about. It helps me relax a little.

It can be. [She hasn't really run into it being dangerous but there is always time.] I don't know. It sounds like you might know more about this than I do. [Enis is playing dumb though it isn't that obvious.]

It isn't an intrusion. Just trying to figure you out. [He's a little cute, not that Enis is interested in people as a general concept.]

If you want to relax we can keep talking.

I just try to be careful around guns. I lost a good friend to one. [Here, if nowhere else it's clear he isn't lying - clear that he has lost someone.]

That would be nice. I saw something about the other cities...are they really as out there as they sound? [He was changing the topic of conversation, taking the questions in a more neutral and less personal direction.]

I'm sorry to hear that.

[Enis nods her head softly and then runs her fingers through her short hair.]

They are. [She's significantly more comfortable with less personal questions.] I've made a point to see most of them. I prefer Genessia and Nova City.

Thanks.

[He gives a small smile.]

Nova's the one that looks like something out of the Jetsons, right?

A bit. [She's never seen the Jetsons so she's assuming that he's right.] It has robots and is futuristic compared to Genessia. If you're looking for technology it's the place to go.

[Though Enis thinks that she could build better if she felt so inclined too.]

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