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(june intro) WELCOME TO WAYWARD PINES!

INTRODUCTION LOG


JUNE 1ST - 3RD
AFTER THE ACCIDENT
There was an accident. The details are hazy and obscure, but it's still the first thing you remember. Maybe a car wreck — metal and broken glass everywhere, and the sirens and the screaming. Maybe your bike hit a rock and you careened uncontrollably off a mountain path. Maybe something less mundane, even impossible seems to have happened to you. You can't quite make out the details, not who was at fault or why. Try as you might, the chaos is all you can truly remember.

It's also the last thing you remember from before waking up.

When you open your eyes, the accident is gone, replaced with white sterility. Perhaps somewhat alarming at first, until you blink at your surroundings and realize that you're in a hospital bed. You try to move but are sluggish, covered in a scattering of minor injuries you only vaguely remember receiving, not to mention the possibility of the partially healed remnants of other, seemingly older wounds.

It's a shame you won't be able to tell the difference between the two. Your memories are an indiscernible fog where they're not absent altogether, only a few standing out in your mind with any kind of certainty.

If the room happens to be empty when you wake, it's not for long. Nurses bustle in, taking your vitals and asking your name and anything else you might remember. Don't worry, they tell you. You'll make a full recovery here. Much of what you say (especially anything unusual, anything about monsters or magic or outlandish technology) will earn placating speculation of head trauma from the accident. You'll be told to stay put, not to push yourself, and to wait for the doctor to clear you before you leave.

Then you'll be left alone. Or maybe you'll find yourself visited by loved ones: family, or friends. You've lived here much or all of your life, so of course you have those things. Of course they already remember you being here, and may remember visiting you in the hospital while you were still unconscious.

Either way, the hospital's population is quadruple the usual, and you get the impression the nurses are working themselves ragged just running damage control. You might hear talk around the hospital of other small population spikes over the past few days, though many patients appeared to be well enough to be released the same day, and the same might be said of you. Or at least the staff doesn't seem to be too concerned. You can even leave your room without much fuss, any doctor or nurse that might try to intercept you getting called away almost immediately to deal with something even more pressing.

Of course, it's not so unusual to settle in until you're discharged, either. You may choose to wait for loved ones to come pick you up, even speak to your fellow patients, whether roommates or others wandering the halls. The more enterprising and suspicious might even consider it an opportunity to poke around for a few basic answers.


JUNE 1ST - 4TH
GETTING USED TO HOME AGAIN
However you get there, outside the birds sing a joyful song, and though the air is just a bit crisp, the sky's as sunny as you've ever seen it. It's bright enough to make you squint for a moment before you feast your eyes on the quaint little mountain town of Wayward Pines, though that might just be some sort of side effect from your accident. Trees line the street at regular intervals, carefully manicured and slightly waterlogged from the recent flood. Cars cruise by at a safe and respectable speed. Fellow pedestrians spare you glances, some wary, others concerned or just friendly. It probably depends on how clothed you were when you left the hospital.

This isn't even the picturesque city center, though a colorful nearby sign reads "Main Street" with an arrow pointing due south, followed in smaller font by a list of businesses you don't recognize (could be a good direction to head in, though — maybe it'll jog your memory), and one that you might: Wayward Pines Sheriff's Department. You've likely caught wind by now that any clothing or other items you had on you at the time of your accident are being held by the Sheriff until you're well enough to claim them. Not to mention the keys to your home, kept locked and safe at the station for you. That should probably be your next stop, though if anything's missing in what they hand over you'd be the last to know.

It's time to get home, to recover from your ordeal and try to sort through your memories. Do you remember this house, the pictures of family on the walls and how to navigate to the bathroom in the middle of the night? Maybe it's easier with loved ones living with you, helping you get settled, or maybe you're on your own. Either way, over the next few days it's a good idea to try to remember your routines, to get out and finally visit Main Street if you haven't already. Maybe you even remembered that you work in one of the more familiar sounding shops, or elsewhere in town. Makes sense they'd give you some time off to recover and get reacclimated to your life here, but eventually you should probably get back to work. You haven't seen your co-workers in a few days, and besides, you have to be able to put bread on the table.


JUNE 5TH
GLUG GLUG'S GRAND OPENING!

Town hall is listening, and town hall has heard you loud and clear (their surveillance equipment is of the highest quality, after all). While there appears to have been some... clerical issues and red tape concerning the highest voted name, when the fifth rolls around the newly completed and lovingly anointed Glug Glug's opens its doors to the public for the official grand opening!

For an old diner, this place has undergone an amazing transformation, with a ground, second, and basement floor all open to the public and offering a wide variety of entertainment options within:

The ground floor features a long bar along one wall where one can order coffee, tea, soda, hot chocolate, whatever your little caffeinated heart desires, as well as alcoholic drinks 10% or under — provided you can show some form of ID, of course. Linda, perched at the bar with a mimosa in hand, will tell anyone who listens that she voted for Pubby McPubface, but honestly, who's listening to Linda, anyway? Pastries and small appetizers are also available at half price for the special event, and card and board games make inviting and colorful centerpieces on the tables scattered around the room (there are classics like Monopoly and the rousing game of Jenga in the corner, amongst less common fare you may not have played before, like Cards Against Humanity and Settlers of Catan).

A lounge on the second floor overlooks the ground floor and features plush couches and chairs, ambient lighting and a pleasant, relaxing atmosphere to contrast with the low buzz of activity below. A small balcony out back provides a peaceful, quiet view of some of the very pines after which our town was named.

The basement is where anyone interested will find music, dance, billiards and booze. A small stage on one end features regular local live performances, with a vast stretch of the room devoted to a dance floor and just a few private booths set into the wall around the edges. The bar down here serves the harder stuff to those that can prove they're old enough to be handling it, and one corner of the room is devoted to a billiards table and two large pinball machines.

Technically the basement level is open to all ages, but getting down there requires showing your ID and getting your hand stamped, and anyone under 16 is highly encouraged to be accompanied by an adult. And, of course, anyone caught sneaking drinks to minors will be summarily kicked out, as well as reported to Sheriff Griffith for a good talking to about, you know, civic duty and such. It's honestly not worth it, you know how he goes on.

Today is supposed to be a party after all, let's not spoil it just yet.


MOD NOTES

Welcome to our fifth mingle log for newbies and oldbies alike!

This log is meant to cover characters' first five days in Wayward Pines. Characters for this round will appear staggered in the hospital between the 1st and the 3rd, and a CR building event will occur on the 5th, after everyone has had a suitable amount of time to get settled in town. For the most part, only the five memories detailed in your character's application are remembered throughout the duration of this log, although their false Wayward Pines memories may also begin to surface (in those who've opted to utilize this mechanic) as the week wears on. These memories, as noted in the FAQ, feel very real and are accompanied by as much emotion or sentiment as a real memory would be.

PLEASE INCLUDE IN SUBJECT LINE: Character Name, date, location, and Open or Closed, to help keep things organized and make your character easy to find.

If you have any questions regarding this intro log, feel free to ask them on the FAQ or the relevant plurk.
zielony: (50)

Gamora | 1 - 5th | Hospital / Town / 5022 3B / Glug Glug's | OTA

[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-01 05:13 am (UTC)(link)
i. after the accident

( the sound of screaming caused her eyes to shoot opened and take in her surroundings but it was blindingly, maddeningly white. she had to blink a few times, fluttering her eyes to get them accustomed to the sterile setting. once adjusted, she looked around to see where the shrieking sounds had been coming from but she saw no one. her ears were ringing.

with a grunt, she sat up and took in the room a little more. an infirmary. her hand stopped mid-reach in her attempt at plucking little medical devices that she didn't recognize from her skin, when a nurse walked in. grimacing, she silently listened when they asked her about herself and told her a doctor would be in soon. having not answered their questions, she waited until they had left to rip the adhesive equipment from herself and clambered out of the bed.

she was left in some white, hospital clothing and giving it a once over, shook her head. it would have to do. with misplaced confidence and intent, she took to walking through the hallways to try and locate the exit. she wasn't really the sort of woman to wait around hoping for a clean bill of health. besides, she had people she needed to find. at least, she thought so, anyway. )


ii. getting used to home again

( eventually, having sorted out her hospital stay, gamora stepped out into the opened world and found to her shock that she had a very hard time remembering any of it. her mind was a haze. after some few steps, she placed her fingers to either temple and rubbed. the nurses, she could remember, had told her something about head trauma. she must have struck it somehow during that accident they had told her about. try as she might she could not remember it though.

pushing the anxiety down to the depths of her chest, she strode forward with false purpose. she should have been heading toward the sheriff's office but gamora wasn't in the mood to deal with the red tape and questioning she assumed she would get. something told her to go home. the problem was figuring out where home was. she wandered, looking up to the sign that read main street and questioned whether she had seen it before or not. fixed on it, she grunted as someone on the sidewalk hit against her and uttered a polite apology; using her name. she raised her brows. did she know that person? again she raised her hand, setting fingers to her forehead as she rubbed, closing her eyes. )


The accident... ( it must have been quite the head trauma. turning on her heel, she thought to ask the person whether or not they knew where she lived when she collided with someone! with a grunt, she stumbled backward. )damnit! ( head trauma apparently came partnered with sudden onset klutziness. ) I apologize, are you hurt?

iii. glug glug's grand opening

( in an attempt to be social, gamora attended the grand opening although immediately came to regret it. most of the goings-on were things she wasn't accustomed to aside from the bar. with a drink in hand and an inward groan at the woman chattering about pub names, gamora forced herself to venture around a bit.

to the board games, she arched an eyebrow. none of them were really anything she had played with before that she could remember. but then again memories were scarce, albeit slowly returning to her since the accident. since no one was around ( that she noticed at the moment, ) she leaned slightly toward the jenga tower, exploring it slightly. )
Interesting construction.

( on the second floor, she preferred the silence from the balcony. leaning against the railing, drink in hand, she tilted her head as she gazed out toward the trees. even though the lounge inside wasn't so bad itself, this was her preference.

and the basement, well. this wasn't really something she considered to be her scene. it wasn't much of interest to her aside from it being where they served the harder stuff. having gotten her belongings from the sheriff by now, she'd provided i.d. and gotten a stiff drink. some of the " games " looked interesting. billiards, especially. she lingered, watching as someone lined up and took a shot with curiosity. )


iv. wildcard

if you have another scenario in mind you'd like to play out with gamora, please feel free! or send me a plurk to hammer out the deets if you'd like.
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wildcard.

[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-01 03:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He's at his own place now. That's what people say, anyway, that it's his place. There's decoration and it looks lived in, aside from the lack of food anywhere inside. One of the rooms obviously doesn't belong to him but he doesn't know where that second tenant would be (and he's worried, his vague memories tell him he should be worried by that lack) but for now he's dealing with what he has. Borrowing trouble right now is useless when he's already got more than he knows what to do with.

But there's someone else coming up next door and he has to just stop and take her in. She's... green. That can't be normal, right? Is it normal? Is that the sort of thing you can forget, too? He's up by the fence of his own house soon enough when she approaches, hand raised partway in greeting. ]


Howdy, neighbor.

[ No reason not to try and figure it out, right? ]
zielony: (27)

[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-01 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
( despite the twists and turns it takes for her to get there, somehow, she manages to reach her home. or so she believes it to be her home. her skull pounds all the more when she tries to think about it and sick of stopping to touch her head, reminding herself that despite the pain, the memories have to be in there somewhere; gamora's just wandering up the walkway toward her place. her place and someone else's. no, two other persons? her ears start to ring again. she slows, closing her eyes tightly for a minute. there's a sudden influx of worry for persons she feels like she should know and not know all at once.

but then there's a voice and it knocks her back into reality ( supposing this is reality, that is ) long enough that she turns to see who it came from. neighbor? arching a brow, she heads toward him. maybe he can give her some insight, after all, this isn't the first time someone's ( apparently ) recognized her in some sense in this place. she slows as she approaches the fence, looking down at a small, growing sapling as she passes it. there's something important about that little tree, but right now she's forgotten what it is. no matter, she tells herself, it'll come back to her. )


Hello. Have we been neighbors long? ( blunt, maybe, but in dire times when one's memories are lost and hazy, it's the right course of action to take. )
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[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-01 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)
No idea.

[ Awesome. Not really. It looks like they might be in the same boat considering the state she's in. He knows he doesn't look it, personally, which is probably for the better. It still doesn't make it easier to admit he has no idea who these people around him are or what he's supposed to be doing now that he's out of the hospital. Was he really just living life normally down these streets, in this home, as recently as yesterday? The day before?

It's a hard pill to swallow but he wants to get to the bottom of it. Figure out where he really belongs here, burrow into something comfortable and not new and unfamiliar. ]


Just got discharged from the hospital for head trauma. I hear that's going around.
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-01 03:38 pm (UTC)(link)
( unhelpful. they're both definitely in the same situation, though. the moment he mentions head trauma, she unconsciously moves a hand to touch her temple although halts herself before her fingers reach. instead she drops her hand and pretends as though she wasn't about to touch her pounding head for the hundredth time.

she frowns. part of her is curious about what's going on and the other part of her is just irritated. very, very irritated. she shakes her head. )
That's what they told me, too. Something about an accident. I'm not sure on the details. ( a beat. ) Did they tell you anything? ( might as well ask. )
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[personal profile] aeturnus 2017-06-01 03:42 pm (UTC)(link)
[ He shakes his head, hands resting on the fence while he leans forward on it. Whether he's injured (or not, as the case may be), he's tired. Could have probably swung for staying in the hospital longer, but it's too late for that now. ]

Just to rest up and that things should clear up soon. They looked understaffed so I left when I could. Think I should make a follow-up appointment? [ It's rhetorical, his expression wry. ]
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-01 03:51 pm (UTC)(link)
( with the amount of throbbing and pain coursing through her head, she probably should have remained, too. but that was then and this is now. any physical injuries she had seem to be gone. although that's not something she can explain right now. either she wasn't as badly covered in scrapes like the hospital thought or she's been out long enough that they healed. either way. as he leans, she raises her arms to fold them over her chest. )

So, the same thing they told me. Although they mentioned something about a doctor and I left as soon as I could. ( she has no time or need for medics. well. probably, anyway. that he, too, has basically escaped from the hospital makes her chuckle. at least someone else did the same thing as her. ) Perhaps, we can go together. ( just kidding. although it's hard to tell from her tone since it's not really very jesting. )

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never apologize, i love words.

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[personal profile] onewithfido 2017-06-02 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Mike had at least gotten in a few days to rest - since he woke up from the hospital, since he had a minor freak-out, since he apparently learned he had an ex-girlfriend. So on and so forth. He's just glad he's limping around in normal clothes and not a hospital gown, although the nurses were none too thrilled at his departure so soon after the 'mysterious animal attack'.

Yeah, well, he didn't go back into the woods.

Learned his damned lesson, alright?

As he walks down the street, he's admittedly a little preoccupied in his own thoughts; he doesn't notice her not noticing him. So when she runs into him, he feels a good ol' jolt of pain through his stomach, just under his chest, where the ???? had clawed into him. Nothin' to it, he's a total badass, and that totally didn't hurt. No sir, that's not why he falls on his ass and looks like he wants to turn into a pill bug where he sits.

He waves his uninjured hand with a groooauuhh, scraped and bruised face downcast to mask the obvious discomfort. He's really just hopeless. But hey, the stitches are holding, pretty sure. And he didn't exactly have an assbone injury.]


No, no no. It's all good. [He says for the millionth time around town.] I'm totally fine. Just a flesh wound.
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-02 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
( she curses under her breath as he meets with the ground. she'd not meant to hit him that hard, now she feels like shit watching him talking about being fine when he's clearly ... well, not. still in her hospital gown, gamora kneels and offers him both hands in case he needs assistance to stand. which she assumes he might judging by the pained expression. )

I should have been better watching where I was going, please. I'm sorry. Let me help you up? ( he needs medical attention, she tells herself. but she just " broke out " of that sterile, white hospital and she's not overly keen to head back. sometimes doing the right thing means sacrifices though, even something as small as going back to a hospital. ) I'm not all that certain you're fine, you seem ailed; do you want to go to the hospital? I think you need aid. ( in some manner or another. )
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[personal profile] onewithfido 2017-06-02 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
[He reaches out with his half-mauled hand — stops, pulls it back, and offers her the whole, five-fingered one. That would've hurt like a bitch, man; quick thinking, Mikeyboy.]

Considering I smooth-talked my way out of the hospital? No, I'm good...

[He's looking at her, though, confounded.

She's, uh. She's green. Like. Hulk status. What the fuck is going on around here?]
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-03 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
( she's about to take his hand when it's retracted and replaced with the other. not one to ask what that was about, she simply ignores it and pulls on his hand to help him back up to his feet, standing anew herself once she's gotten him on his legs. )

Did you? Considering the patchwork I think they may have made a mistake in sending you off. You've had those looked at, yes? ( nothing was broken or reopened with that fall, was it? she'd be more openly addressing the concern that he might have busted stitches or bandages, but the staring is starting to grate her nerves.

she puffs a breath, setting her hands to her hips. )
... something on your mind?
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[personal profile] onewithfido 2017-06-05 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
[BWUUUUUUH - He is caught red-handed (metaphorically this time, promise), and has the good sense to look sheepish about it. Score one for Michael's etiquette.]

I, um. I've just never met a green person before.

[He holds up his hands.]

Not that there's anything wrong with being green, you're a totally gorgeous green, I just -

[..............]

Is there a more politically correct term than green person?

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[personal profile] girlexmachina 2017-06-02 07:45 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I'm fine.

[Aloy turns, unable to keep the surprise from her face. So maybe Gamora isn't the first in the obviously-not-a-normal-human camp she's met, but she looks more human than a turian, and Lantar is Aloy's only guideline for 'alien,' so far. She forces a smile.]

Hey, are you all right?

[Because she knows what 'accident' probably means. She knows what it means if someone's feeling groggy and disoriented. It wasn't so long ago that she felt that way herself.]
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-03 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Good.

( y e p, that was about as far as the extent of her polite apology and how do you do goes. she gives a tilt of her head, slightly, at the look of surprise. what, has she got something on her face? aside awkward zehoberei markings, that is. when the woman smiles, she shifts her footing, telling herself to just ignore whatever the look may have meant. )

I'm fine. ( as fine as one can be after being told they've suffered head trauma, that is. she'll feel much better when she can remember any and everything she's sure to have forgotten. ) Fine enough, as it were.

( she glances down to look over the white hospital gown and rethinks that answer, though. ) ... actually, do you know where the sheriff's office is? I'm told I can find my things there and I'd like to get out of this get-up.
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[personal profile] girlexmachina 2017-06-04 10:03 pm (UTC)(link)
I can show you the way, sure.

[Okay, green or not, this is someone who's in the same boat as anyone else. Sympathy is stronger than suspicion. Maybe people just come in green and she had no idea. Aloy bites her lip before smiling thinly.]

It's not too far. I was lucky enough to get some actual clothes before I left the hospital, at least. My name is Aloy.
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-07 08:28 am (UTC)(link)
( as far as gamora's concerned, green is completely natural and familiar to her. so is blue, red, peach, brown and every other color in between and that can be thought of.

for the briefest of moments, she smiles and relaxes just a little. the whole situation has had her mildly ( putting it lightly ) on edge. it's more than a little jarring to wake up in a hospital; having no memories of ever being in one before — missing time and memories of events that led to being in said hospital and being told " everything is fine, " with a copy and pasted smile from a nurse trying too hard to make her believe that the world is sunshine and rainbows. that memory loss is nothing to worry about.

she shuddered before regaining her composure. )


Are you n— ( not new, she told herself. they had told her she'd been in an accident. she had family here and they would find her. of course, she didn't wait around for that. it's easier to rely on herself than others. exception a moment like this wherein she's utterly lost. ) —sorry, were you in the recent accident, too? ( names, how rude of her. ) ... Gamora.
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[personal profile] girlexmachina 2017-06-09 04:22 am (UTC)(link)
Good to meet you, Gamora.

[Aloy's mouth twists in a rueful sort of way. Sometimes this place makes her want to scream but no. No. She knows what happens when people make a fuss, and she'd like her weapons back first, at least.]

I was in an accident about a month ago. I think my situation is pretty similar to yours, though. Woke up with no memories in the hospital, told to get my belongings at the Sheriff's. It's actually a very common story.

[She lets her tone carry implication, if not her words explicitly. Isn't that suspicious? You should think so, if you don't already.]
realists: (ro » ur wrong tho)

iii.

[personal profile] realists 2017-06-02 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
The point is to make sure it doesn't fall when you pull out a piece--

[ jyn gestures to the tower with her beer as she approaches. she is not a social person and yet, here she is, willingly starting a conversation. look. gamora is green and that makes jyn feel oddly at home -- some of the twi'leks in the partisans were green, many mirialans were green, though she'd only met the one in prison. ]

--but to strategically pull ones that will make it fall on the other person's turn.

[ not that jyn is competitive or anything. ]
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
( she raises a brow as she stands to her full height anew, both hands closing around her drink now. her head moves in a slow nod, taking in what the girl was saying. a game of tactics then. )

That makes the game sound more interesting. ( really anything might've with a name like " jenga. " but she's like jyn. approaching others and opening dialogue with new people isn't really her strong suit. at least not in any manner that then doesn't have her attacking said person(s). ) So bringing the tower down means loss. Makes sense. I've never seen such a game before. ( or... any of these, really. )
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[personal profile] realists 2017-06-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)
[ okay, that's rude. jyn tries not to be offended that her genetics don't even let her reach 5'4" and here is this beautiful, willowy woman towering over her. (she has an inflated definition of towering. she's not bitter over her height.) ]

It's a puzzle, really. Every block you take out gets put back on the tower. [ crouching down in front of the table, jyn taps out of the center blocks out with her middle finger, reaching around to pull it the rest of the way out before gently placing it on the top of the tower, demonstrating the game. she's already watched linda lose at it.

her father used to have her play games like this, puzzles. she got quite good at them. she straightens up again, pushing her messy fringe back. ]


Eventually it's much larger and less stable.
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-03 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
( her bad. she glances to the pretty, slightly shorter woman at her side and gives another nod. leaning once more as jyn is now crouching, she watches as the other girl removes one of the small, rectangular blocks and replaces it onto the top. poor linda, did she throw a fit? say yes. this time she smiles.

straightening up once more, herself, she half-shrugs to the tower. )
Taking blocks from the key structure points at the bottom of the tower would certainly make for it to be unstable after a time. A nice puzzle game to be sure. ( although she's not played many of them in her time. she recalls the games that her father had her play were not quite like these when she was younger. )

Do you enjoy puzzle games? ( attempt at remaining social: go. )
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[personal profile] realists 2017-06-06 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
I'm good at them. [ it's not really an answer, but it's not as if jyn has had a ton of time to play games for the enjoyment of it. she's competitive though, she likes winning so she supposes that is close enough. ]

I didn't have any of these games when I was growing up.

[ she didn't have games growing up, period. ]

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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-03 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ Okay, it seems speciesist(???), but she catches his eye at once because. She's green. And he's been surrounded for a month by strictly human shades except for the big guy at Weaver's. Humans are great, but after a while this homogenous a crowd gets incredibly boring.

He catches himself before simply BARRELING OVER and saying hello like he was hiding under her porch because he loves her.

Of course, BB-8 isn't concerned with like. Manners. And stuff.

The droid rolls right to her feet before Poe gets there and asks (in a series of binary beeps) what planet she's from. ]


BB-8, would you wait for me?
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[personal profile] zielony 2017-06-03 02:59 am (UTC)(link)
( try as she might not to be someone to catch anyone's eye, she seems to have done just the opposite. it's not easy being green. at first, she doesn't actually notice the man accompanying the small, sphere-like robot suddenly sounding off at her. she raises her brows, shuffling her feet to the side some to avoid it hitting her completely. the binary goes over her head, unfortunately. it's not a language she can ... speak? ) ... what are you? ( she's curious if nothing else and just as she's about to lower herself to touch at it, she hears the other's voice and straightens herself up properly once more. )

Is this small, metallic creature yours?
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[personal profile] volitaunt 2017-06-09 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
He's my flight partner. [ BB-8 chirps confirmation, and Poe feels a pang like a laser axe splitting a log. BB-8's his flight partner, yeah, unless he can't get these people to fix him. Unless he can't get back in the air.

Forget it. Nothing to do about it right now, and besides: POSSIBLE SPACE FRIEND. The question is how to approach the question of space without getting everyone in a five meter radius to turn them in for talking about it. Plus, she might be new, he realizes. She probably is new, which means she might not remember where she's really from even if he asked.

All in all... time to tone down the enthusiasm. Attempt to turn down the enthusiasm. It's a process.]
Haven't seen you around before.