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she's looking at everyone with a secret smile

who: Re-L Mayer & Friends
what: Assorted Shenanigans
when: The month of September!
where: Her apartment, around Riverview, the Ruins, anywhere really...
warnings: None yet? I'll add some if it's needed for sure

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After what had seemed like an eternity, Re-L was back to feeling at least relatively normal. There's still a little bit of weight to put back on, if she's honest with herself, but around a month of trying to fight colds and the like would do that to a person. Since seeing Bones she's kept a low profile in her apartment and the detective's offices, mostly working from home when she felt up to it. Occasionally there'd be a cursory message shot Bones' way to tell him about her progress, or to give him a clue of how bad cough medicine tasted, the like, but her progress was mostly upward with a little treatment. There's no stopping a busy body like Re-L Mayer, of course, but at the very least the good doctor had been patient with her and her inability to just sit the hell down and get better. Or even, at times, to ask for help in the first place.

With the asking for help part over with, and much grumbling on the good doctor's part about being too damn hard headed and the lot, Re-L returns to Bones and Jim's place to, finally, receive her vaccination to hopefully prevent any further episodes of chronic colds.

She'd thought about just going by the hospital, but... it might seem out of place to pass him a bottle of whiskey she was told was good while in the middle of his work day. So instead she'll keep it in her bag, for now, as a little consolation prize for putting up with her shit.

"I thought I'd need this before I tried going out of the city, at least."

Edited 2017-09-02 20:38 (UTC)

Otabek had called, as he had promised, to let her know that he was going to go shopping. He had planned on picking up a few pieces of clothing for himself, but he also planned on finding some things for Yuri. He liked the idea of picking out clothes for someone. Outfits. But now he was going to be buying something for himself for Yuri. He may pick up those pants that the other had tried to convince him to buy awhile back, but he had turned down.

Just because he knew it would be a surprise.

He sent Re-L the address to meet, so they could get started. He dressed himself comfortably - sweatpants, a sweatshirt, and comfortable shoes. Sure, it would seem like a rather warm outfit to be wearing in this weather, but he liked it. He was happy with it, and warm weather didn't much bother him.

He made sure to arrive a little early, as well. Otabek was always a prompt (well, early) person. Part of having a tight schedule like he did meant that he couldn't waste time running late to anything. Though, now he had a bit of free time, he still was early out of habit. He checked his phone briefly, organizing his schedule for the night, before shoving it in his pocket. It was rude to be on the phone when you were spending time with someone, after all.

She's thankful he gave her an address and a time - it gave her a little while to plan a place to change her clothes, grab coffee and a little bite to eat since she'd finished some work in the office not long before. Soon those days might turn in to some kind of work from her home office, but she had yet to figure out just how for the moment. Maybe a conversation or two more with Chloe and she'd figure it out totally, but for now she's sticking to careful planning.

Since Re-L is a bit more susceptible to the heat she's decided to dress a little more lightly, even foregoing her usual heels for once for sandals. It's not because she thinks Otabek will feel better if she does without them, just.. it's a little easier to vent heat in sandals if she's honest. Plus, it's a style she'd never been able to have before, so someone might have gone a little ham on a shoe section or two.

So she arrives with a cup of black cold brew in hand, waving to Otabek as she spots him. She's running a little bit on sleep but mostly lots of coffee, but is always eager for a little spot of shopping for her expanding (and ever black) wardrobe.

"And I thought I might be a little early. Any preferences for where we begin?"

The idea to begin her own, private investigations service had only been a recent brain child - maybe a moment of madness with a little too much coffee and too little sleep, if she's honest. Re-L had always been a more solitary type, and even now, on a police force, working with too many other people on a case is... frazzling. Hard to keep on track, sometimes, and really.. if the person she's working with isn't quite as thorough there is no better way to drive her, solidly and completely, up a damn wall for the foreseeable future, or at least until that case had been closed. Working from home, at her pacing and with her own level of organization had just... seemed like an 'aha!' moment while, at the same time, something she should have thought of a long time ago. After the initial birth of this brain child she'd taken a moment to think about it, and, seeing as on Chloe Decker hadn't managed to drive her insane yet...

Decided that perhaps she ought to bring her along if she could. Different expertise was probably a good thing for the both of them, and coming from very different places allowed for different perspectives. She was learning how these things were not all bad, even if sometimes she wondered how the hell anyone solved anything around here.

A new, hot pot of coffee sits on her dining table, a small thing that isn't typically used for more than one, perhaps two people from time to time. Her apartment is beginning to fill with books and plants, oddly enough, bits of green and a preference for blues and purples beginning to show in what had been bear decor not too long ago. It's still damn spotless, as if she doesn't live there at all, but that's a whole other level of neurosis she has yet to shake.

"It's unlocked." She calls as the doorbell rings, setting a second mug on the table next to her notebook, full of notes, as always.

"I forget, do you like a lot of cream or no?"

Working for the Riverview Police Department has been a transition, but not an insurmountable one. In fact, many of the laws and rules of the city applied to the ones in Los Angeles, though there was still a learning curve on her part. While not yet a full detective, she's been intent on proving herself and knows her skill-set is valued in the department.

Yet Re-L's offer at starting up their own private service was an interesting one. She'd never really been much interested in that line of work; her bag was homicide, after all, and she always felt she could make more of an impact at the public level. Have more access to resources and information that didn't necessarily come through private means. Or at least not without a lot of work.

But she respected Re-L. The woman obviously knew her stuff and was dedicated to what she did, and Chloe appreciated that. She wasn't the type to do anything willy-nilly or fall into flights of fancy, and so the least she could do was hear her out. Hell, maybe she could help in some way. So that's why she found herself on her doorstep, hearing that call and letting herself in.

"Hey. Just a little cream would be fine." She took a seat at the table, placing her bag down next to her as she regarded Re-L. "So. What brought this whole idea on anyhow?"

"Mmn.. right." A bit of creamer it was - though Re-L just sets out the entire container she had - she herself liked either black or almost a latte and very little in between, depending on just how much caffeine she was after. Nearly black was jarring to the senses, after all, and lately she'd been a bit of a cold brew fiend. Long hours spent on cases and just.. well, having a little bit of living in between. Her marathon of colds previously should've taught her better than to run herself so thin around a bunch of germs she's never experienced, but.. Bones could probably make sure she never got one again unlss it was incredibly rare. At least that's her plan anyways.

All of her former cases in Romdeau had been ones of public interest - making sure that any people living in abandoned building were rounded up, murders of citizens at the hands of their autoreivs. Inspectors were expected to be flexible and keen, and unfortunately for her grandfather in the end, Re-L had excelled at all of those things in a very big way. More than he apparently expected.

Setting the creamer on the table Re-L sits across from her, taking a moment to sip a little off the top of her (for now) black coffee while she thinks of how best to answer her question.

"It seems that detectives here are to stick to one kind of investigation. I was.. this is going to sound strange, but, made to be able to take on many different cases in one go instead of focusing on homicides, petty crime, any one certain kind of crime." She pauses, then, and decides that perhaps the answer is more simple than she thought :

"So, long and short I'm getting bored, I guess. And I wouldn't mind the ability to make my own schedule."

If Otabek were to think about it, he's not really a morning person. But years of forcing himself to get up early to train had helped him gain this habit. Although he would never pass on a day to sleep in. Waking up early didn't mix well with his late nights out at work as a DJ. He had already accomplished a lot before he even had met her for shopping for the day. He even had made a mental list of things that he needed, too. He wasn't here just for himself, though. He was there to spend time with Re-L, as well. And he made sure that he wouldn't invite her out unless he knew he had plenty of time to enjoy himself.

"I'm almost always early," he noted. That was pretty much true. And - in reference to where to start, he found an easy answer. "You wanted me to show you where I found those pants. So I think we can start there." They had a lot of variety, really, and a lot of things that appealed to him. Leather, dark colors and neutrals. Otabek liked a nice, straightforward look when he dressed. He didn't like standing out in a crowd, either.

With having said where to start, he started to lead her there. "If that's alright, of course."

Re-L flourished more in the wee hours of the day, a night owl by nature even if her schedule often demanded early wake up times. Her regimen in her home Dome had been a bit more stringent, but here in Riverview.. she'd found herself sleeping in later and staying up just as long as of late. Not horrible, considering her work could be done at any time provided it was done, but perhaps a bit of a way to ruin her sleep schedule. Thankfully she wasn't getting up for morning runs anymore, or she might be completely wrecked.

"A good habit." She shrugs, though, finding herself fine with not having such a strict schedule anymore. If it worked for Otabek, she wasn't going to go after him about it. The prospect of expanding her wardrobe would always be something she jumped on, no matter the hour of the day, and as Otabek suggests they start off where he'd bought his pants, she's all too eager to go.

"Sounds like a good plan to me. Though, at one point, I'd like to go to a shoe store. There's a certain style I'm lacking that I want to get a pair of."

It's been a long day, and Chloe's never one to say no to coffee. She takes her cup, momentarily letting the heat of it warm her hands, before she takes a sip. Snorting softly when Re-L speaks, Chloe sets her cup down and gestures in a small circular motion, more out of habit than anything else.

"Would this be your full-time position? I've never worked in private investigations before, but I'd imagine it'd take some work to start up. In terms of getting business and all." Being bored isn't exactly something Chloe struggles with; her place rests with the homicide division. It's where she feels most comfortable and like she's making a difference. But she could imagine why Re-L would want to branch out more. "My partner actually got assigned as a private investigator when he first arrived here. He might be able to give you more information as someone who's actually done it."

"Not at first I don't think." As much as she would like it to be, she'd need a certain amount of constant money flow to support this apartment and her shopping habits, food - you know, everything necessary in the world. Now that she's started cooking the amount going out for food had diminished pretty considerably, but she's still a twenty year old who snacked quite often and shopped quite often, too. "Most likely part and part, though it may start as a side job and kind of.. progress from there. Depends. I'm still trying to finesse the math and figure out what's necessary and what will need building.."

She's done a lot of thinking about it, now it was a matter of finding the best way to enact it.

"Really?" Well that's an interesting little detail. She's very interested, actually, leaning forward slightly. "That would be a good input to have, I think. Particularly if he's done it before."

It naturally worked for him. He even preferred it. It helped him to organize his busy life. He would have no hope of maintaining a relationship with Yuri if he couldn't keep himself together. Not only that, he hoped to make at least a few new friends here. It would be impossible with the busy life he led. There were no complaints about how busy he was, though. Otabek liked to fill every hour of his day with an activity if possible. While it exhausted him at the end of the day, he always felt so accomplished.

"I've been told it's a good one to have," he started walking down the street. He had a couple of places in mind that he knew he wanted to show her. Black and leather seemed to be within her tastes (like himself) so he figured that this would be the best place to get started. But the new information she shared meant that she had something she was looking for, too. And since he had done so much exploring here, he thought he'd at least ask to see if he could help her.

"What style?" he asked. He wasn't sure if he would know what it would be, but he figured it couldn't hurt to ask. After all, if he knew, he might know a place.

Re-L's structured schedule had mainly been at the behest of her grandfather, through Iggy, but the structure had been necessary to keep her on track and not digging in to things she shouldn't. The second Ergo Proxy had fallen in to her life via the destruction of her roof, things had been thrown off, her curiosity peaked, and there was no turning Re-L Mayer back from a case of the unknown once she was on it. And now.. Now she was free to live how she chose to, and for the moment that meant sleeping in a little later and living a little bit more like a 'normal' twenty year old would.

Or at least how she imagined they would, anyway. It wasn't as though she'd ever gotten a taste of normalcy, even now. The effort is still there, though.

"I've never really been able to sleep in before or .. had a reason to stay up late other than being too far in my own head. The change, I think, is needed for right now." Who knew, maybe in a few weeks she'd go right back to her old habits of sleeping at nine and waking up at six or something, but, for now it was working out to change things around.

"I want a pointed toe, and at least three inches in the heel. Not opposed to taller, but definitely not shorter." Sure, Re-L was already a tall woman, even in flats, but she liked to accentuate her height, appreciated the way a good pair of heels made her legs look (as if they needed to look longer). For a girl who's very in to appearances having the right shoes was all a part of the entire 'show' so to speak. "And black, of course."

Otabek would love to sleep in. When he was young, he had always been a difficult person to wake up. Now, he had to wake up early. In order to maintain the life he wanted here, he had to make sure he didn't sleep in. Which meant he'd have to be asleep by a certain time. If he didn't, something would have to be sacrificed, and he was not keen on it being sleep. He didn't function without it. He was glad for factors like jet-lag not being a problem here.

When he hears her answer to his question about the shoes, he takes a moment. He doesn't stop walking, but his attention diverts to her. He glances at her - up and down. She is tall, so tall. And he imagines her with a few extra inches, and his eyes go above her head, as if he's figuring it out. Otabek is accustomed to people being taller than him. Most of his friends were taller than him. Many of his competitors were, too. He doesn't say anything about her height, though. He's sure she's heard it.

"I think the place I got a pair of boots I have has shoes like that." He's pretty sure, at least. He has a decent memory, so he doesn't think he'd remember wrong. "I think it's on the way to one of the stores, so we can stop there."

Really, she's used to this kind of reaction to her love of heels by now. She's heard so much, here in the Quarantine about how tall she is, why exactly she needs to wear heels when she's already so tall.

And, of course, her personal favorite : that she probably wore them for the attention being a tall woman got her. Really, none of it had been a problem until she'd come here. Everyone in Romdeau was (apparently) reasonably tall, which wasn't very surprising considering that they'd all been genetically engineered. Maybe Romdeau's Directors of Health and Welfare had preferred those with height - hell if she knew. Still, she feels a need to respond.

"I know I'm already tall." Thankfully not as bitey as she might've been with other people, probably because he didn't put words to it, which was better than some. She can hear his thoughts almost loud and clear, though, but isn't irritated at him about it.

"I don't mind in which order we stop, really. I just realized the other night when I was getting ready to go out that I needed a pair like that. Sometimes they look better, depending on the outfit."

Otabek was trying to visualize how much taller than him she'd be. He was relatively short, compared to others his age, which never really bothered him. And no one ever made him feel like he was short. Still, he was used to being around people taller than him for the most part. So Re-L's height didn't much bother him, which is why he didn't speak up.

"You are." The way he said it was so straight-forward and matter of fact. It was void of any judgment over the fact. It didn't bother him that she was tall. It was just an observation. He shrugged his shoulders. "They'll look good," he said finally, referencing the heels. He was being honest, of course. "I'm used to being shorter than most people."

He continued forward, until he noted that they were close to one of the stores that he wanted to stop in with her. This one, in particular, had some of the leather pieces they liked. It wasn't anything showy (nothing with real details or things), but the things here were nice, well constructed. He had gotten motorcycle gloves here. He shifted, turning, "Here," he said, and then he propped open the door for her.

She notices the way Re-L leans in, her interest obviously piqued. While she can't guarantee that Lucifer will be particularly helpful, considering the man had a way of being unpredictable and ruled by self-interest and flights of fancy more often than not, but it wouldn't hurt to ask.

"He used to work with me as a consultant back in LA. He has this weird... mojo thing that makes it easy for him to get information out of people. He might be able to tell you more than I could about breaking into the PI business. Just tell him Chloe sent you."

"It's odd - no one ever pointed it out to be as much as people here in Riverview have at home or on the Eluvio." Maybe it's just a coincidence, who knew, it may be, but she's beginning to see a pattern. It wouldn't stop her, honestly, but if Donov Mayer couldn't stop her then there's no way anyone in Riverview Quarantine would prevent her from her favorite shoes. Thankfully Otabek wasn't one who had pointed it out in a .. much more abrasive manner, though his comment on his height -

"You aren't that small, really. Average height isn't small compared to anyone but me." Or Gladio, or anyone else who's taller than most, really. "Most people in Romdeau were my height so it was never.. something we noticed. But fellow citizens were also heavily genetically modified, so... "

She shrugs, as if saying they shouldn't be an example for anyone. People made too 'perfect' shouldn't be the basis of measure. Re-L nods her thanks as she steps in to the store, the smell of leather hitting her immediately. "Hopefully they have a size to fit me."

Edited 2017-10-03 19:52 (UTC)

Funny enough she's already run in to him once and had a rather.. odd discussion about vices. Granted, she won't know it until she's at his door again, but that would be a little discovery she's likely to kick herself over.

"Mojo thing?" Sorry, Chloe, the way Re-L arches a brow at that seems to denote she'd see about that, but she's not unwilling to believe it. This place had shown her worse, more odd things in her time here, after all. "I'll look in to it, either way. Thank you." Unfortunately all of this working and doing other things had also made her miss out on this kind of catch up time with other people, and since they're also not in the middle of a busy public place...

"So, anything change in life, lately? I know I've been too busy to really keep abreast of a lot of things going on in the past few weeks."

She could say that all she wants, but that didn't mean he wouldn't think of himself short. That's the way it was when one was an eighteen year old male around several people who were taller than he was. Still, it wasn't like he felt bad about his height. No one ever made him feel bad about it, either. He was bigger, broader than others. Still, he was impressed to hear that this was normal for her back home.

"It doesn't bother me," he said. He was sure to let her know that much, at least. "I don't look short when I perform." That much was true. He never looked short when he was on the ice, or when he was on a large stage working as a DJ. He was always in charge, he was always the center of attention.

It didn't matter.

"They should," he noted. But it wasn't like he knew what size she wore. "They have a decent variety." Once she was inside, he let the door close behind him, taking a few steps in to browse around. He guessed it was because they were used to accommodating a different crowd - people from off world.

He loved the way this place felt, and he immediately shifted to start browsing the racks of clothes.

"Then you're talented as a performer." Granted, there's very few people who do performing as a profession where she's from, but they were all long and small in build anyway, like most people around her. Still, if Otabek managed to look as long and graceful than he was more talented than they were, if she's honest. It's one thing to be born with the natural finesse, it's another to not have the 'ideal' shape and make it work anyway. Then again, she is very much the non-ideal woman who had to force her way through anyways herself, so..

Maybe it's a little ego stroking there, too.

"There's nothing a little decent tailoring can't fix, either." Now that Re-L had the option of her own style, her own everything? She's damn well going to take every chance to make her own style. Rack upon rack of clothing she can pick through is more than enough to switch her away from conversations of height, at least, as she's instead flicking through a rack of skirts, holding them up to gauge length. Most.. well, tend to be what would be considered 'too short' at home, which means Re-L is about them both for the style and the rebellion. There's a particular one she happens across that laces in the front a little, not revealing as there's leather behind the laced parts as well, but -

She holds it to herself, looking in a nearby mirror as if this is the biggest decision she'll make in her life.

"Otabek, what do you think?"

He takes her compliment when it's offered. He appreciates the compliment. Truly. Though he's never been one to boast about what skills he has, there is a reason he is considered among the best in the world. At the very least, he's one of the best in his country at figure skating. He's still working his way to popularity at his work as a DJ. He was glad to have that skill, though. It was a good back-up plan since he wouldn't be able to figure skate forever. It had helped him here.

He was always about being successful despite not being conventional. He was good at working with what he had. Always had to, so he figured it out. "Thank you," he answers, before stepping away from her to go their separate ways and browse through clothing.

He figures she might want to be left to her devices to look for a little bit, so he browses through a few jackets. He sees some things he likes for himself, and a couple things he considers picking up for Yuri. He'll have to ponder them, which is why he welcomes her question.

He looks her over for a moment, and considers the skirt briefly. "It looks good," he answers with a small smile. It does, too. He was a fan of leather and laced up details. "It has good details." He was sure to let her know he noticed.

"Not too short, you think?" It was worth the question. Re-L is a rather leggy girl (hard not to be, at her height) and many skirts that weren't conventionally short tended to appear as such. Generally as a rule of thumb Re-L isn't at all as body conscious as others from different iterations of Earth may be - on her own Earth bodies were never, ever sexualized enough for the length of a skirt to matter in anything but her grandfather's over blown idea of their "image" as a family. A regent's granddaughter wasn't to dress like some common woman who hadn't been made for a very specific purpose - he would look and act proper at all times -

Except she'd blown all of those ideas to hell, and had now ended up in Riverview, where her freedoms were much expanded, but...

She was still coming to grips with new social norms, and all of them sucked.

"Not that it matters all that much, but... it seems worth asking so I can gauge what reactions I may get out of it, right?"

Otabek considered he concern for a moment. Short skirts weren't ever something he thought about, not that he ever really noticed them either. He never really looked at girls, but when he worked as a DJ, the skirt she picked out didn't seem any shorter than other things he had seen. He looked her over, and then to the skirt. After a few moments, he shook his head. "Not at all."

He has no reason to think that she would get any sort of negative reaction from the way that she's dressing. He knows that not everyone thinks like him, of course, but he doesn't think she'd get any comments worth caring about wearing it, at least.

But maybe it is the fact that he only cares about what other people think when he's competing or doing his job. Outside of that, he's not particular.

"I don't think anyone will say anything. I think it'll look good."

"Honestly this isn't something I've ever had to consider until I arrived here, oddly enough." She shrugs, but seems set on the skirt - even if Otabek had said it might be a little too short. Of course, it requires a little saying, too, as if Otabek needs to know why she was consulting him about the length in the first place. "In the Quarantine it's like those kinds of things are exponentially more important. Which is strange, considering everything was regulation or what grandfather chose previously." Re-L and her appearance were all part of Donov's 'brand' after all - his master plan for Romdeau Dome and the last paradise on a destroyed Earth. She'd been left with little left to do other than follow (some of) his directives, a dangerous game of giving in when she needed to, other times dancing around her instructions to do what she wanted.

"Of course, here people are a bit more..." She pauses, makes a vague motion with her hand, long fingers making a circular motion. "Open with just about everything."

Otabek has no point of reference, really beyond girls at clubs. His family was fairly conservative, so he is sure that it wouldn't be appropriate at home. But here, here is different, and he has no reason to think that there is anything wrong with the skirt. He tilted his head after a moment of silence, hearing her say how things were for her at home. "He picked out your clothes?" he asked. There was nothing but curiosity in his voice. He had been pretty much on his own for awhile. He liked it that way, though.

"They are, aren't they?" He noticed it, too. It was nice to be around people who were so open and free about so much. He liked it. It was different from what he was used to. He also found that while he still made a lot of his life about work while here, it didn't have to be.

"I like it." It was a simple answer, really. But he did.

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she's looking at everyone with a secret smile

for Bones

Let's go shopping~

HERE I AM, LATE AF -

annnddd Chloe!

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I MEAN.....LOOK AT HOW SLOW I AM /stumbles in

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