ext_45890 ([identity profile] smecker.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2010-12-04 09:26 pm

[Location: Central, near but not at Taxon Mall]

Paul Smecker was wandering around the city, not exactly lost but nowhere near found, either. That sort of blank, overloaded expression common to newcomers flitted across his face at times, although more often one saw frustration. He was mostly looking at his tablet as he walked and trying to figure out the map function, with some goal of orienting himself in the city.

He looked scruffy, the product of not shaving in the two days since he'd arrived, and he looked unhappy about that. In addition, he was still wearing the clothes he'd arrived in-- the shirt, in particular, had a large but now dried bloodstain on the chest. He was also less than pleased about that.

The goal, inasmuch as he had one, was to find a place where he could get a new goddamn shirt, and a razor. (He hasn't figured out hatches yet.) So he was looking for the Mall. And getting goddamn lost.
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[personal profile] thenormalsquint 2010-12-05 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[Christmas is so much easier to shop for without the crowds and with the hatches at hand. But sometimes, Angela misses the excitement of finding that one perfect gift she never expected to come upon. One short tram ride later and she's walking toward the mall, only to stop a few steps away from a weirdo. He's not acting like an Extra. To be honest, he looks utterly confused more than like a blank slate. And that shirt...

Yes, Mr. Smecker, Angela is staring at that bloodstain. Ew.]
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[Note to Angela: people who have blood on them are usually crazy. You cannot talk to crazy people, only date them.

Her eyes widen and her lip curls in disgust.]


Aaaand they let the crazy in.
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I would if you turned down the attitude a skoosh. Just a little.

[Right. Everybody's stuck here and this guy decides that being an asshole is the way to get things done. Too bad Angela is the wrong person to throw an attitude to.]

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[personal profile] timedaughter 2010-12-05 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jenny is out exploring, which is easy to do on a fairly regular basis when Taxon tends to sprout new places every so often. She's learned to largely ignore the extras (when not bored and poking at them), but it's impossible not to notice Paul Smecker in his shell-shock chic.

"Hello! Are you alright?" He doesn't seem to be bleeding to death, which is a plus, but his appearance is still concerning.
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[personal profile] timedaughter 2010-12-05 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
Jenny has met her fair share of ill-tempered people, and much to their supreme annoyance, their abrasiveness is like water off her back. She was born a soldier; short tempers and bloody shirts, while not exactly a good sign, don't particularly bother her.

It's immediately apparent by the pattern of the blood that it belongs to Paul, and is not the arterial spatter of a murder victim or some other such worrisome thing. It's also clear that the blood is old, and Paul isn't currently bleeding out, so she won't ask if he needs a doctor.

"Sure, I can show you," she says, smiling agreeably and gesturing for Paul to follow. Jenny isn't much of a shopper, but even she needs new boots on occasion.

"I'm Jenny," she introduces over her shoulder as she leads the way.
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[personal profile] timedaughter 2010-12-05 07:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Nice to meet you, Paul. Welcome to Taxon! We haven't figured a way out of here yet, but hang in there." Cheerful she may be, but also properly sympathetic. No one wants to come to Taxon. Whether they adjust quickly or not is irrelevant; most people would rather be at home. That said, Jenny is always of the philosophy that no matter the situation, one should always do one's best to enjoy the ride.

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[identity profile] midwesten.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 10:12 am (UTC)(link)
This was Michael Westen's second day in Taxon and he'd decided to go shopping.

He'd had a crowbar for a while earlier, when he still had some ambitions of getting out that day and having to wrangle a few guards on his way out. There proved to be no "out." "Out" was not on yesterday's itinerary. Panic was, definitely, being lost, that too, looking around for anything to arm himself with, yup, trying to make calls to Sam's Florida number from his nonexistent keypad on his new phone, unfortunately yes, ditching the crowbar when he realized he was looking like a man wandering around with a crowbar, that definitely. And crashing just on the downward slope from his panic, and sleeping the rest of the night through.

He was lucky he had epinephrine and its aftereffects to put him to sleep, because otherwise it wasn't happening. The next day he woke up fresh, well -ish, as fresh as a man could be without a shower, and reorganized his thoughts.

The panic wasn't doing him any good. He needed a goal. An immediate, definable goal. One that wasn't too hard, that he was likely to accomplish and check off, not a huge empty box hanging over his head like escape. That, Michael, was what you called an overambitious goal. Bad goal.

Now he was frowning into the window of a department store, next to a men's clothing display. He could use a new -- well, everything. This was some kind of joke. He was in prison. Did prison take US currency?

Well, he'd figure something out. Michael gave himself a look-over in the store window to make sure he wasn't too rumpled (okay, he was, but what exactly was he going to do about that now), smoothed his button-down shirt a little and walked around the corner to the automatic doors.

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The first thing that Michael registered was a stranger kissing him like a prom date on an elevator between floors 3 and 5 at the Hilton. The second was the song "All I Want For Christmas Is You."

He stayed frozen in liplock for another five seconds -- while his brain opened the newspapser and caught up with current events -- before his good sense and survival instincts kicked in, which were to say, he shoved the man bodily away from him into the store through the glass doors.

The man didn't pull a gun on him. Michael stared. The man hadn't stabbed him. Michael stared. The man hadn't been trying to jab him with a poison syringe. Michael stared. Actually, it didn't seem like the man had been trying to kill him at all, which was just -- it -- what. The man looked like some kind of aging member of the Untouchables and had an old bloodstain on his shirt --

Michael stared.

I don't want a lot for Christmas! Mariah felt the need to add in his head. I won't even ask for snow!

Michael raised his hands in what he thought was the goddamn-near-universal sign for, I'm not making any sudden motions, crazy person, and took a step back. The doors opened behind him again and he froze.

Only one thing was coming to mind.

"Do I -- know you?" he said slowly, hands in the air.

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[identity profile] midwesten.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 11:00 am (UTC)(link)
Whatever Michael had been expecting to come out of the man's mouth, it wasn't that. He blinked. He looked back at the sliding doors. They looked like sliding doors with a mistletoe decoration. His mouth still felt slightly invaded. He transferred his attention away from that and stared at his strange and apparently indecisive assailant, momentarily dumbstruck.

"Okay?" he said, staring. "Uh, I'm sorry, but I -- I'm not -- I don't think I actually -- I'm not trying to cause a problem here it's just -- um, actually I think I'm in the wrong store, you know what I was looking for Macy's, sorry."

He took another perilous step backwards, all the while watching the stranger in case he made any other (VERY) sudden moves.

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[identity profile] biverbam.livejournal.com 2010-12-05 12:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Today River has been staying close to the ship (her ship now, no captain no crew just a girl and a mechanic grounded indefinitely), wandering an ever larger loop around it. The Fibonacci sequence would be involved if it weren't for the streets and buildings getting in the way. But then, at some point, there is a frazzled man in her way. Buildings and streets can be dealt with passively, but strange men require investigation. This is a rule. Kind of.

"Exacerbation," says the judgmental sounding young woman. "You're making it worse."

Here, Paul, is a scruffy friend for you. She's bundled up against the cold, though it doesn't do much to keep her hair in any kind of order, and there's the nose of an honest to goodness spaceship peeking up above the rooftops.

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[identity profile] biverbam.livejournal.com 2010-12-06 08:24 am (UTC)(link)
For a long moment, River just looks at him. It's all very familiar, the lost and the envious all wrapped up in a rumpled but unmistakable package that all but screamed new and disoriented. There was also the tinge of duty, but that won't last. Not that law, the FBI, or fugitive status meant anything here; everything had a tendency to lose its purpose somewhere between day 257 and the first dozen people to come and go without warning.

Which, lucky for Paul, means he gets bland and casual interest from this petite young woman as opposed to, say, antagonistic trolling. She might even attempt being helpful.

"The Gordian interpretation is flawed."

Okay, maybe not helpful.
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[identity profile] biverbam.livejournal.com 2010-12-07 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
There is another long moment of staring. It's probably getting creepy, but it's easier to focus this way. Distractions of the city fade away as much as they ever can.

"Ain't a shepherd," is River's honest first answer.

"River," is the equally-as-honest second answer. "Guns are on the ship."
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[personal profile] aintnoconvict 2010-12-05 03:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Almost as soon as the city had undergone its Christmas-tacular makeover, Glitch decided that there needed to be a soirée of some description at the palace. This called for formal wear, and while he was a natural fashionista in the Ozian court, he knew that brocade and braiding looked a bit...out of place to Othersiders.

So he found himself in one of those upscale boutiques, dressed in a bottle-green frock coat with embroidered lapels. There was a table with a dizzying display of silk ties in every hue imaginable, and Smecker would likely find Glitch gawking at it and clearly confused about which one to choose.

Yes, there is a zipper on his head. Good luck with that.
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[personal profile] aintnoconvict 2010-12-06 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
Glitch's reverie was broken and he looked up, blinked, smiled vacantly, and nodded. It was a routine response, something that gave him some time to sort out what he was actually going to answer with, let the synapses warm up before he tried interacting with--

Oh, this was someone new, or someone old that he'd just managed to dodge. In any event there had been a question about ties and oh yes he'd gotten sidetracked by shinies again.

"I dunno," he replied with a little shrug, then glanced at the display again. "I kinda want all of them. Except that one." And he pointed at a muddy brown tie with light blue chevrons. "S-so maybe I do, but then you don't really start with accessories, do you."
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[personal profile] aintnoconvict 2010-12-06 12:54 pm (UTC)(link)
Yep, authentic zipper! The tab jangles merrily when Glitch moves, which he does a lot as he's an animated fellow. A head tilt here, a leisurely stroll around the little table there as he listens to Paul, and a thoughtful "hmm" to top it off.

"A party," Glitch replied, all enthusiasm. "Well, more like a gala if I actually end up having it, so...something festive.."

Planning: not exactly his forte anymore.

"I-i-it's a little silly, I've got a wardrobe full of clothes from home. No reason to go all Othersidey now, but..."

Neither the sentence nor the thought reached their destination, sorry about that.

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