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[realimperfect]

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

[ 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? ]

Comments

[realimperfect]

[ 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. ]

[morganknight]

That seems unnecessarily... ridiculous, frankly.

[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.]

[realimperfect]

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.

[morganknight]

[Sometimes you couldn't think about everything. Sometimes you just had to live.]

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.

[realimperfect]

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.