the agent formerly known as skye. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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riverviewlogs2018-07-22 01:51 am
evite) wrote in riverviewlogs2018-07-22 01:51 am
OPEN | we run away, but we don't know why.
who: skye & you, hopefully.
what: an open search for new accommodations + closed starters in comments.
when: late july & august.
where: city-wide!
warnings: none yet.
☇ step one: find your bliss
☇ step two: make your bliss work for you
☇ step three: share your bliss with everyone else
what: an open search for new accommodations + closed starters in comments.
when: late july & august.
where: city-wide!
warnings: none yet.
☇ step one: find your bliss
( it's not that the community housing is bad. it's clean, comfortable, roomy even. it's nicer than anywhere skye's ever been allowed to rest her head; her assigned apartment is bigger than anything she's ever been allowed to claim for herself before. but that's just it: skye's never had a room to truly call her own before, and the thought of breaking that tradition in riverview of all places just doesn't sit well with her.
before she'd been summoned here, she'd been with shield, a cooperating asset assigned to a bunk in the bus; before that, she'd been on her own, moving from temp job to temp job while racking up hacktivist community points with the rising tide while commuting in her van. the same van that was currently lost in some shield civil forfeiture lot, probably already raided and ransacked by nerd squads looking for dirt on her anonymous brethren.
suffice it to say, skye sure as hell wished she had said van. but she didn't. at least, not yet. she was going to change that, starting with an outing to an important destination: a used car lot, one where skye begins to spend most of her free afternoons wandering up and down the aisles, ignoring the sensible four-door sedans and fuel-friendly mopeds for big square hunks of metal that might, with enough tender love and care, turn into something suitable.
should she spot someone else crossing her path, she might mistake them for an employee... or just somebody who knows something about cars. why else would they be here? )
So, if somebody wanted to hypothetically rip out all the interior shit on this and start from scratch, could they?
( if it's a bus? maybe? if it's a moon equivalent to a toyota camry? well, try not to laugh too hard in her face. )
☇ step two: make your bliss work for you
( eventually, she picks something. it's going to need work, and while skye has experience living in a van, she doesn't exactly have a ton of experience getting a van to move-in-ready status. thus, her decision to bring it — by tow truck — to the closest mechanic's bay, where she'll be spending the next few weeks hovering, offering vaguely helpful suggestions, and attempting to do her best to help (and thus, keep labor costs down where at all possible).
when she's not at the mechanic's shop, skye can be found in various retail shops, scouring for everything from electronic components to car parts to home decor, trying to slowly but surely put together the pieces of the puzzle. for those that don't interrupt her with their own concerns, and to anyone who gets roped into helping her at any stage of this project (whether it be mechanic, retail employee, or just some random passerby in the road), she'll ask a million questions, because that's just the kind of annoying person that she is. )
... so what do you think about this?
( what is "this"? depending on what she's seeking out that day, her arms might be full of anything from tacky beaded curtains to a blender that operates on the van's 12-volt port to a truly absurd pile of metal squares that look suspiciously like solar panels. none of it is technically necessary, but try telling that to skye. )
☇ step three: share your bliss with everyone else
( the van will be a project that takes up the better part of her life, but that doesn't mean she won't have time to be a human being who does other things. at least, not technically. thus: a wildcard option — if there's something you want, come holler at your girl. just don't be disappointed if conversation swerves wildly... just like her driving... )
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Running on all cylinders, huh?
[ mechanic humor. she's not a mechanic. it's a joke she stole from the guy who's helping her change the oil pan. ]
My old van's impounded. Kind of the trade-off for getting caught snooping through their shit. [ could have been worse. ] Before I got here, I was bunking it — which, for the record, totally sucks. Definitely not the sleepaway camp I told Santa to bring me.
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[His spider eyes rather comically thin a little, like even they can barely keep themselves open.]
Have you ever considered an actual RV or something? It's a little bigger.
... But I guess not as discreet.
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[ they're like boats on land. you can't outrun the cops in an rv. ]
Actually, have you ever driven period?
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[His hands raise from his stomach, gesturing defensively-
And then flop back down in defeat.]
But I crashed, because it's harder than in the movies. I was chasing down someone who was planning on stealing a bunch of Avengers tech to sale for profit. He dropped me in a lake once, and then he dropped a building on me after that? He was a real jerk. I think I told you about him once.
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[ says skye, as if she's one to talk about that kind of thing. ]
Also, FYI: if you're gonna sleep, I'm gonna charge you rent.
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... 'Course, of course. No sleeping. Just... resting my eyes...
[Who's sleeping? Nobody's sleeping.
... His mask eyes are sliding shut, lord.]
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You're totally sleeping, buddy.
[ but she's gonna let him sleep. just this once. don't mind her tucking him in with the tarp she'd been painting on. ]
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