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riverviewlogs2017-06-09 09:10 pm
wronganswer) wrote in riverviewlogs2017-06-09 09:10 pm
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got caught up again
who: Anderson and you, hopefully! Open!
what: Anderson tries to adjust after arrival. Prompts for floor 10 in the communal housing, the shooting range, and shopping. Also feel free to respond with anything! She's on the police force so any potential coworkers have an easy way to run into her, or be doing something suspicious and she'll investigate. Additionally, I have no attachment to prose, so please feel free to switch to brackets.
when: Various
where: Various
warnings: She is telepathic and empathic, although not very aggressive with it. But please fill out her permissions before threading!
> FLOOR 10
Anderson is an astonishingly easy roommate to adjust to. It might even take a while to realize she's there. She's used to Spartan living, and it shows: she never leaves traces of her presence around in the communal areas, and she cleans up after herself promptly, immediately. That doesn't mean she's a hermit. She's morbidly interested in meeting all of her roommates, just not quite forward enough to seek them out in a concerted fashion.
But feel free to describe something they would be doing on an average day, and perhaps they could run into each other.
> SHOOTING RANGE
About the only place she still wears her Judge's armor now is the shooting range, where she goes to clear her mind and practice with the local firearms. She intends to get up to snuff on every single weapons comp there is, as one of the only remaining things that she considers inside her comfort zone. Some part of her relaxes just to be back in the uniform with a gun in her hands.
Anderson has never considered herself one of those Judges that can't turn off when they're off the job, but she's starting to realize that only works in comparison to other Judges. Not in comparison to average citizens, or at least not the ones here. She feels completely unmoored, at a loss, pretending she knows what she's doing as she's had to pretend so often before. When she's really having a hard time adjusting, she uses her Lawgiver, keeps up on pure target practice. She's frighteningly efficient, and she doesn't practice only kill shots; she fires to disable as often as to kill.
The new weaponry takes more concentration, but is enjoyable in its own way. She can be found several days a week practicing, if not shooting then stances, smooth reloading, safe carrying positions. She's thorough.
> SHOPPING
Easily the strangest part of her week is shopping. Anderson's prior shopping experiences have been starkly divided: the dim memories of her childhood in the poorest slums of the city, where her parents could barely afford anything and shopping was fast, sparse; and the luxuries she used her tiny disposable income on as an academy student, the Hall of Justice providing everything she needed to live and nothing more, same as a military cadet. Those were a chance to breathe, an excuse to get out and be among the people she wanted to protect as much as it was to fulfill the purpose of shopping.
Here, in the Quarantine, she is here to shop. She needs clothes. Toiletries. Cooking supplies. Books to read-- for pleasure. It's a bit overwhelming, truth told, not in the scope but just in the mundanity of it. Anderson had gone from poor mutie to terrifying Judge with nothing in-between, and suddenly being thrust into average daily life is a bit baffling. She doesn't dislike it, though. She enjoys the chance to see life from a new angle, appreciates the amount of decisions she can make with no consideration for regulations or for anyone else. She can take her time, since she's still in training at police headquarters and hasn't shifted to a full time schedule yet.
She had to rent a car for the day in order to have somewhere to stash all her purchases. Circumspect and restrained, she doesn't have a ton of them, but here and there she can be found poking through more feminine shopping areas, makeup or jewelry or sundresses, pondering. It's not a part of herself she's ever really considered before, usually on the defensive or the offensive, never just herself, and she's curious.
For about a week, you can run into her shopping for just about anything, poking around in interest even if she has no intent to buy.
what: Anderson tries to adjust after arrival. Prompts for floor 10 in the communal housing, the shooting range, and shopping. Also feel free to respond with anything! She's on the police force so any potential coworkers have an easy way to run into her, or be doing something suspicious and she'll investigate. Additionally, I have no attachment to prose, so please feel free to switch to brackets.
when: Various
where: Various
warnings: She is telepathic and empathic, although not very aggressive with it. But please fill out her permissions before threading!
> FLOOR 10
Anderson is an astonishingly easy roommate to adjust to. It might even take a while to realize she's there. She's used to Spartan living, and it shows: she never leaves traces of her presence around in the communal areas, and she cleans up after herself promptly, immediately. That doesn't mean she's a hermit. She's morbidly interested in meeting all of her roommates, just not quite forward enough to seek them out in a concerted fashion.
But feel free to describe something they would be doing on an average day, and perhaps they could run into each other.
> SHOOTING RANGE
About the only place she still wears her Judge's armor now is the shooting range, where she goes to clear her mind and practice with the local firearms. She intends to get up to snuff on every single weapons comp there is, as one of the only remaining things that she considers inside her comfort zone. Some part of her relaxes just to be back in the uniform with a gun in her hands.
Anderson has never considered herself one of those Judges that can't turn off when they're off the job, but she's starting to realize that only works in comparison to other Judges. Not in comparison to average citizens, or at least not the ones here. She feels completely unmoored, at a loss, pretending she knows what she's doing as she's had to pretend so often before. When she's really having a hard time adjusting, she uses her Lawgiver, keeps up on pure target practice. She's frighteningly efficient, and she doesn't practice only kill shots; she fires to disable as often as to kill.
The new weaponry takes more concentration, but is enjoyable in its own way. She can be found several days a week practicing, if not shooting then stances, smooth reloading, safe carrying positions. She's thorough.
> SHOPPING
Easily the strangest part of her week is shopping. Anderson's prior shopping experiences have been starkly divided: the dim memories of her childhood in the poorest slums of the city, where her parents could barely afford anything and shopping was fast, sparse; and the luxuries she used her tiny disposable income on as an academy student, the Hall of Justice providing everything she needed to live and nothing more, same as a military cadet. Those were a chance to breathe, an excuse to get out and be among the people she wanted to protect as much as it was to fulfill the purpose of shopping.
Here, in the Quarantine, she is here to shop. She needs clothes. Toiletries. Cooking supplies. Books to read-- for pleasure. It's a bit overwhelming, truth told, not in the scope but just in the mundanity of it. Anderson had gone from poor mutie to terrifying Judge with nothing in-between, and suddenly being thrust into average daily life is a bit baffling. She doesn't dislike it, though. She enjoys the chance to see life from a new angle, appreciates the amount of decisions she can make with no consideration for regulations or for anyone else. She can take her time, since she's still in training at police headquarters and hasn't shifted to a full time schedule yet.
She had to rent a car for the day in order to have somewhere to stash all her purchases. Circumspect and restrained, she doesn't have a ton of them, but here and there she can be found poking through more feminine shopping areas, makeup or jewelry or sundresses, pondering. It's not a part of herself she's ever really considered before, usually on the defensive or the offensive, never just herself, and she's curious.
For about a week, you can run into her shopping for just about anything, poking around in interest even if she has no intent to buy.
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Anderson has only been here about a week, but she's already made the assessment that no one else thinks Mega-City One is a normal place, and in some cases is outright horrifying. ] Where I'm from is probably not your future, [ she prefaces this with. ] It's... busy. Picture Boston stretched down all along the coast.
[ Busy, sure. But he seems at odds enough. She doesn't need to add to that. ]
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I reckon the city is plenty big already. I never quite noticed how wide the sky is in Mississippi 'til I came back home.
[He tilts his head then, caught by that odd disclaimer and turning it over in his thoughts.]
What do you mean that's not my future, though, ma'am? Aside from the probability of my living for another two hundred years, that is.
wow sorry I totally lost this!
[ It's as sensible an explanation as Anderson expects she'll ever find. She's not a scientist and most of this goes right over her head, but in practical terms, she can understand it.
Internally, she's musing about his comment about the sky, trying to picture it. Something like the Cursed Earth, looking out over the endless, destitute landscape like it's swallowed the whole planet, though she knows that's not even close to true. But without that remote hopelessness attached to it. With greenery, instead? It's hard to picture. ]
What's it like? Mississippi? [ Easily her favorite part of being here so far is hearing about everyone else's lives and where they're from. So far, none of the answers have even come close to hers, and she likes it that way even as it brings up a lot of uncomfortable questions. ]
no worries! we're pretty close to wrapping it up anyway
The question is one with which he is familiar, yet he never quite knows how to answer. He sticks with what is experienced at the surface, because the words for what is undulating beneath are harder to grasp.]
This time of year it's all magnolia trees and dogwood and honeysuckle, and wisteria crowding around the porch. Jefferson is in the north country - it's a few hours' ride to the next town over, and a full day out to Oxford. The whole area was wild but a century ago, before my great-grandfather's father bought the land off old Ikkemotubbe.
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I have a hard time picturing it. I'm hoping to have a chance to go looking around the outside while I'm here. [ She still refers to it as a distinct place, the outside. ]
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I hope you do too, Miss Anderson. Though I hear it's dangerous out there, outside the city.
[He watches the eggs slip from the pan onto the plate and, after two guesses, finds the drawer in which the silverware is stored, pulling from it a pair of forks and a pair of knives. It is a rather paltry contribution to the meal preparation, but at least it is something.]
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I'll be alright. I don't go anywhere without my Lawgiver. [ Aka, her gun, which she doesn't think of clarifying. ] What I'm most in danger of is getting lost. [ That's a small joke. ]
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Again, I'm much obliged, ma'am. I'll figure out how to cook soon enough, I'm a fast learner.
[He is accustomed to meals surrounded by greater ceremony, the table set just so with serving dishes parading down the center, his father stalwart at the head of the table - but he does not mind this change. It's just nice to have someone to sit across from.]