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riverviewlogs2017-05-01 09:00 pm
realimperfect) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-05-01 09:00 pm
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who: Re-L Mayer & Various Others
what: All Kinds of Shenanigans
when: All of May
where: The Quarantine - ( streets, police headquarters, shared housing, etc etc literally anywhere and everywhere)
warnings: Probably language but otherwise, none atm
note: Message me/catch me on plurk at goblinrex if you have any ideas you'd like to throw my way, etc! I'm not opposed to doing something with the fire flies, just didn't really have a good enough idea while I was getting this together!
001. WORK IT OUT
002. BAD KIDS
0003. IT’S 3 AM
what: All Kinds of Shenanigans
when: All of May
where: The Quarantine - ( streets, police headquarters, shared housing, etc etc literally anywhere and everywhere)
warnings: Probably language but otherwise, none atm
note: Message me/catch me on plurk at goblinrex if you have any ideas you'd like to throw my way, etc! I'm not opposed to doing something with the fire flies, just didn't really have a good enough idea while I was getting this together!
001. WORK IT OUT
[ Early mornings were a staple in Re-L’s life before she’d arrived on the Eluvio or in the Quarantine, and nothing has really changed for her since her arrival. Her alarm goes off at a prompt 6 AM, and after a moment to gather herself, she quickly pulls herself out of bed to begin the first leg of her day : a nice 2 mile running circuit. It’s a rather quiet morning practice, honestly – she’s rather unassuming in her usual uniform of all black, heels traded for tennis shoes and dark hair tied up and out of her pale face. If the weather is hot enough she might even bless the Quarantine with an unusually “undone” outfit for Re-L – a little bit of middrift showing as she ditches a shirt in her room for a more simplistic leggings and sports bra look. It’s practical, at least.
- The safest bet, however, is that her make-up is still on for vanity’s sake, even as she’s sweating off the previous day’s stressors on her run.
Once her two miles worth of laps is under her belt there’s the predictable cool down walk to an open spot in a park where she can get to stretching and some body weight strength training. All this in the early hours of the morning, every single day without fail, except maybe for a lazy Saturday every now and then. It’s an easy enough to track habit, should anyone wish to join her in her fitness efforts.
She may not even notice, at first, if focused enough. ]
002. BAD KIDS
[ During day time hours it’s easiest to find Re-L in one of two places: police headquarters with her head buried in a case or ten, or the café with a new volume in her hands to read.
Her work areas at Headquarters are always kept pristine and organized, her assigned cases outside of her assigned watch points organized in rather meticulous files. Small, looping cursive notes dot paperwork she keeps with observations and notes on locations and suspicious circumstances, the lot. Her natural curiosity and, at times, just being plain nosey has already been a bit of a thorn in the side for those looking to be a bit nefarious, but… Stay out of nefarious dealings and maybe she won’t have to lend voice to a conviction.
In the café she’s easiest found tucked away in a quiet corner, either with a hard volume or whatever she has uploaded in her holojournal. Flicking through pages and occasionally making some kind of note about some line or another, seemingly absorbed in taking in the information in front of her. Interruptions won’t be too unwelcome, though – she’s already read many of these passages before. ]
0003. IT’S 3 AM
[ Early mornings collide with late nights with regularity – at least as often as her body and sleep schedule can take. It isn’t unusual to find a certain darkly dressed woman wandering the streets of the Quarantine late at night and in the early hours of the morning, exploring the small crevices and forgotten alleyways. This practice is just as much for her curiosity as it is her edification should she ever have to escape the city quickly. Mental maps are drawn with increasing detail in her wanderings, more often a passing shadow in the night than a talkative creature, though..
Well, it’s pretty safe to say she’s going to assume most people wandering in the dark of night are up to something they shouldn’t be, despite her own appearance in the streets late at night – prime for questioning to see what the hell she’s up to in the wee hours of the morning, right? ]
1 and run
[But this morning he's after a straightforward course, no jumping or obstacles or gratuitous parkour to get in the way of simple running. So at the spot their paths tend to meet, Morgan joins her on the intersection with a friendly wave.]
[As usual for these runs, he doesn't have a shirt on. Morgan would take any excuse not to wear a shirt, because frankly he's damn proud of his torso. Not without cause.]
Morning! How goes?
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[ Re-L had gotten used to his occasional company over time - she wasn't necessarily a very personable person at times, particularly when she was trying to focus, but he'd proven to not be too distracting. Occasional conversation wouldn't kill her any, either, let's be honest here. Either way she's thankfully fairly well rested today, probably thanks to a good sleep instead of staying up to explore.
His wave it met with a little nod, most of the color in her cheeks from her running blotted out thanks to her pale make-up. ]
Well enough. It's not raining, for one. [ Weather was annoying ok? She still wasn't entirely used to it not being a planned thing. ] Though it is spring so it's to be expected to a point.
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Not a fan of rain? Running in it isn't the most thrilling thing, but spend a few years not having a choice in the matter and you stop noticing it, really...
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I don't run in rain. I have a particular aversion to injury without my doctor here for a quick patch up. [ Granted, there was always Doctor McCoy, but she also didn't want to use him too much for her silly insistence on keeping a steady schedule. The second she found a place with treadmills those problems would be solved, though with Gladio around she would probably get her work outs regardless of weather. ]
Regulated exercise has been expected of me since my early teens like it is for every Romdeau citizen. It would due to waste all the effort of creation just to sit and eat yourself to death.
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Your entire nation had regulated exercise? [So, great in principle, but that sounds a bit tyrannically dystopic...]
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Acupuncture? [ She's heard of it, but mostly as some kind of archaic 'healing' practice that didn't give much in the way of results. But then again, this was a place with biometric screening and bandages that, when sprayed with a compound, healed an injury near on instantaneously. After learning all sh had about proxies and everything Daedalus had invested himself in, there's a small wonder in her mind if they'd been laced with Amrita Cells, but -
Well, it's all kind of null and void now. ]
If scientists spent time and energy creating and birthing you to fulfill a certain purpose, you'd want to live a long and healthy life as well. [ She shrugs - it isn't all that bad, just a more annoying expectation that some fulfilled and others did not. Restless as she always was, Re-L just tended to fulfill it out of boredom. ]
Or, well.. they'd expect you to, to a point.
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Depends on the purpose, really. I mean, I'm all in favor of a healthy life... you know, obviously. [He lifts a hand so he can flex a little, blatantly showing off.] But if the purpose was a bad one I might have a problem with the setup.
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[ There's one of those sort of... sardonic, side long looks at Morgan as he flexes, apparently unmoved by the gesture at any rate. Vanity wasn't uncommon in Romdeau by any stretch of the word, or even in Re-L's own personal habits. But, well, she was fairly strong herself and would more than likely reserve being impressed until she saw it put to action. ]
The purpose was health - and any problems would have to be taken to a lake or the remnants of the dome itself instead of people. [ And even if Daedalus or anyone else showed up in Riverview curiously alive.. they weren't very likely to take many people seriously. ]
Plus, I don't think Daedalus would be all that intimidated.
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Principle is important. You know, I'm kind of getting the impression your world has a pretty colorful history.
[He phrases that so she can elaborate or merely grunt noncommittally as she chooses.]
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I wouldn't say that.
More like did what was necessary to survive a nuclear winter and then.. went a little overboard with the controlling factor. [ Of course, she'd only been around for nineteen years of the thousands of years that Romdeau dome had existed, but what she'd come to learn was enough to surmise the factors they'd stemmed from.
Granted, he may still consider that 'colorful' but to her it was more a boring gilded cage than anything else. Such were the hazards of being the regent's granddaughter, in the end. ]
Either way, I can't fault Daedalus for wanting to make sure I stayed in shape.
[ Just... for a plethora of other things. ]
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To be fair, it's a good enough goal on its own and for its own benefits. But having it forced on anyone is pretty crappy.
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Good for you to have the choice in the first place. [ Ah, a little sarcasm there. It wasn't like any fellow citizen would've known any different, honestly. They were all pretty brain washed from the start to consume products, stay fit, stay neutral and, of course, to never let their appearances fall down lest they lose standing in Romdeau's near stagnant social strata anyways.
She hangs a tight right, next, aiming for a bit of a run uphill to make things a little more challenging. ]
Most citizens of Romdeau dome were engineered with a certain metabolic rate, in any case. Exercise was encouraged both for the health benefits and the mental benefits.
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Mmm. [He's thinking of a different engineered species now -- one with a metabolic rate that accelerated to keep them from gaining weight, even at the expense of their health. Because they'd been created to look good. Re-L's world isn't exactly sounding like a place he doesn't want to bring revolution to.] 'Were, was', past tense?
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[ He wouldn't be wrong in thinking of Romdeau's fellow citizens as an engineered species - they were in the strictest of forms. Created for specific purposes in the dome, and made in mechanical wombs through the intervention of some over looking being that she still wasn't quite sure of their purpose.
She was one of those engineered species - and more so than others, if she was correct in surmising her own origins. Which.. well, she'd be in denial if she didn't think she was correct. Real had been a little too like her for the answer to be anything different. ]
Romdeau fell .. mmn.. I think it's nearly five months ago now. The entire city collapsed in to a lake and nearly took me with it.
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You know, call me crazy, but I get the feeling a city advanced enough to survive and persist through a nuclear holocaust doesn't just wake up one day and realize it should have paid its hydrodynamic engineers slightly better.
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[ Other than a massive ego - there don't seem to currently be any physical effects to be expected. If anything, she'll live an incredibly long life in better health than her grandfather had, according to the doctor who'd created her. Time and a little bit of sunlight might make a difference in that prediction, though.
Re-L, for one, isn't trying to think about it. That's too morbid even for her. ]
It was never meant to last forever in the first place. [ Learning that a little too late had been a hell of a shock, though. ] Humans from the domes were meant to be wiped out in time for humans who escaped to space to come back to Earth.
Vincent and I may be the only ones left, period. [ For that hell of a bomb drop, she seems casual enough, continuing on pace and seemingly not at all agitated by it. ]
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[Morgan, credulous, absorbs this with only mild signs of external agitation and puzzlement. He's heard a lot of weird things, after all.]
[That's a pretty horrific one, though.]
Being here seems like it could be a relief, given all that? [Not going to assume, but damn, it sure seems like it to him.]
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No reason to linger on something that was seemingly decided thousands of years before I was even living and breathing. [ She'd drive herself insane trying to think of ways she could change something completely out of her control from the beginning. Of course it didn't stop her from occasionally thinking about it and wondering who the hell thought up that kind of plan, but..
It ended up being a useless venture no matter what, and eventually the urge to think it over had tapered off. ]
Slightly. Of course being in new places repeatedly is not the easiest, either.
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Well, it has its upsides, right? [The smiles he flashes her ranks about a six on a one-to-ten measurement of charm.] And we seem to be here for a while, even if you don't intend to stay for good.
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I don't see how having to learn new place after new place has an upside. [ Particularly for someone who's very fixated on knowing all that she can whenever she can. With the policing job, too, she's paranoid about not getting lost or caught up where she isn't sure how to escape, either.
Her running route is reaching where she typically stops for her toning work out, and so she begins to slow, not wanting to go from a full run to stationary exercise too quickly.
Prime way to gain muscle cramps, that. ]
What appears is not always what is. I'll be convinced that this is where I will be for a long time when it's actually been that.