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taxonomites2013-08-20 10:22 pm
empty_vessel) wrote in taxonomites2013-08-20 10:22 pm
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[Holo] [Arrival] Is there anybody out there?
A faint ping hits the holos across Taxon, alerting everyone to a new person entering the city. A 'Novak, Jimmy' by the tag.
Anyone interested in checking the new arrival out can see a small representation of a man in a tan trenchcoat and a black suit sprawled on the floor of an arrival chamber. Which turns into a very active representation as the man wakes up and startles away from... the tablet, apparently. Sending it skittering across the floor of the chamber and him skittering to the opposite corner. There's a few minutes of desperate cowering and trying to look very small and easily overlooked by anything ( Castiel ) before he settles enough to start focusing on things around him instead of the Regularly Scheduled Morning Delirium And Panic.
- Easy, Jimmy. It's okay. You're okay. Just waking up. You know how this goes. Just waking up, like... every other day. - He waits for the shakes to stop before he tries reaching for the whatever it was that he smacked across the.... wherever he is. Finally noticing the metal bracelet on his wrist makes him stop again. It's skin temperature, so he didn't notice it at first, but he notices it now. A smooth silver band, not quite as wide as the watch he'd had... before. His thumb runs along the edge to try and find a seam before trying to wedge the nail under it. There's a twinge of pain and he's stopping before he draws blood. - Okay. Metal bracelet grafted onto my wrist, smooth metal room, and a flat plastic thing. Still not the strangest place I've been dumped. -
Putting his confusion about the bracelet aside for now, and with a wary glance at the door, he inches over to pick up the weird plastic thing. The screen is off due to inactivity at the moment, giving everyone a rapidly spinning viewpoint as Jimmy flips the tablet over a few times. What he really remembers predates common tablet use by about two years, so it takes him a few minutes of messing around with it before the screen comes on and he can interact with it, and a few more minutes of looking for a keyboard before he figures out the touch screen. - Huh. I knew laptops were getting thinner, but *this* is new. -
He thinks he might remember seeing things like this in that week in Atlanta before he got.... here. Wherever here is. But that's a big white blur, leading down into a big dark... - And that way lies the rabbit hole, Jimmy. You step away from it *right now*. You follow that any farther and who knows when you'll come back. - There's another headshake, and Jimmy's back in the here and now. Mostly. Staring at a touch screen and wondering what's waiting for him outside that door. But, little metal rooms aren't that far removed from little padded rooms, so he's leaving now.
Using the smooth metal wall as a makeshift mirror, Jimmy makes a last attempt at looking presentable. Straightening his tie, brushing himself off and trying his best to look like someone who hasn't lived in the same suit for the past six years, (Angelic dry-cleaning doesn't quite cut it, sorry Cas.) Once he's satisfied with his attempts, he'll tuck the tablet under his arm and carefully make his way out the door and onto the streets of Taxon.
Anyone interested in checking the new arrival out can see a small representation of a man in a tan trenchcoat and a black suit sprawled on the floor of an arrival chamber. Which turns into a very active representation as the man wakes up and startles away from... the tablet, apparently. Sending it skittering across the floor of the chamber and him skittering to the opposite corner. There's a few minutes of desperate cowering and trying to look very small and easily overlooked by anything ( Castiel ) before he settles enough to start focusing on things around him instead of the Regularly Scheduled Morning Delirium And Panic.
- Easy, Jimmy. It's okay. You're okay. Just waking up. You know how this goes. Just waking up, like... every other day. - He waits for the shakes to stop before he tries reaching for the whatever it was that he smacked across the.... wherever he is. Finally noticing the metal bracelet on his wrist makes him stop again. It's skin temperature, so he didn't notice it at first, but he notices it now. A smooth silver band, not quite as wide as the watch he'd had... before. His thumb runs along the edge to try and find a seam before trying to wedge the nail under it. There's a twinge of pain and he's stopping before he draws blood. - Okay. Metal bracelet grafted onto my wrist, smooth metal room, and a flat plastic thing. Still not the strangest place I've been dumped. -
Putting his confusion about the bracelet aside for now, and with a wary glance at the door, he inches over to pick up the weird plastic thing. The screen is off due to inactivity at the moment, giving everyone a rapidly spinning viewpoint as Jimmy flips the tablet over a few times. What he really remembers predates common tablet use by about two years, so it takes him a few minutes of messing around with it before the screen comes on and he can interact with it, and a few more minutes of looking for a keyboard before he figures out the touch screen. - Huh. I knew laptops were getting thinner, but *this* is new. -
He thinks he might remember seeing things like this in that week in Atlanta before he got.... here. Wherever here is. But that's a big white blur, leading down into a big dark... - And that way lies the rabbit hole, Jimmy. You step away from it *right now*. You follow that any farther and who knows when you'll come back. - There's another headshake, and Jimmy's back in the here and now. Mostly. Staring at a touch screen and wondering what's waiting for him outside that door. But, little metal rooms aren't that far removed from little padded rooms, so he's leaving now.
Using the smooth metal wall as a makeshift mirror, Jimmy makes a last attempt at looking presentable. Straightening his tie, brushing himself off and trying his best to look like someone who hasn't lived in the same suit for the past six years, (Angelic dry-cleaning doesn't quite cut it, sorry Cas.) Once he's satisfied with his attempts, he'll tuck the tablet under his arm and carefully make his way out the door and onto the streets of Taxon.
S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm... the last I remember, I was in Atlanta.. Did the angels do this?" That's the only thing he can think of, and it's not a very pleasant thought. If Heaven knows that he's out and about and decides to do something about it... That train of thought gets cut off hard, and his grip tightens enough to turn his knuckles white. "I'm... I'm sorry. I'm having a bit of a bad morning. I'm Jimmy. Jimmy Novak." He gives Metody his best 'I'm totally fine, not getting over having a massive meltdown in the arrival chamber. Really.' smile.
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm Metody. It's nice to meet you."
"Ah - no, I think the current theory is that they're aliens. Taxon is....the real people in it have been taken from many different worlds. You can tell at a glance who they are - we all have the silver bracelets. The creatures who brought us here are usually called, um. Hamsters. I've been told they can change forms."
Would this be the right time to repeat Sherlock's simulation theory? Probably not.
"So far as anyone knows, there's no way out if the city. You reach the edges and you pass our."
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
His grace reaches out to investigate this New Thing and gets a massive dose of feedback that Metody is wrong and strange and that he should have nothing to do with her. He flinches under the onslaught and does his best not to be rude and just drop Metody's hand. It fails, and Metody's hand slips from nerveless fingers as his grace twitches and tries to figure out just what it scanned.
Dropping Metody's hand and taking a step back is terribly rude, but he can't quite help it. "I'm... I'm sorry... Are.. Are you okay?"
- Because 'okay' is so descriptive. If she wasn't okay, she'd be in a hospital. She's obviously hit some sort of balance with everything, or else she'd be dead. -
"I, I mean.... I'm sorry for being rude. It's very nice to see a non..... Whatever these people are." He tries to give her a 'I'm fine, you're fine, we're all fine' smile, but it doesn't quite cover the weirdness of what he just saw.
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
Like, say, the knowledge he's impossibly far from home.
"Oh, gosh - here, come sit down - " She scoots the chair towards the gap that allowed her to get behind her counter, turning it so the back is towards the monster hidden under her table cloth. "Do you want something to drink? I've got - um, extremely strong sweet tea, or you could have one of my glucernas? They're sort of...kind of like milk shakes. But not cold."
"Are you alright?"
Re: S'okay. Happens to the best of us! :D
"I'm... I'm fine. Just.. uhm... Are you?" Metody looks okay, more or less. But he will accept that offer of sitting down. It's a big first day for him, and sitting down sounds nice. "But a small tea would probably not be a bad idea." He shuffles around the table and takes the offered chair, and starts making inroads towards getting his nerves under control.
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She rummages under the tablecloth, being careful to not lift it enough for him to see the bones beneath it; that particular revelation can wait. When she stands, she's holding a large metal thermos. The top is a metal cup, which she pours a shot of tea into.
"It really is strong. Sorry - I have a terrible sense of taste."
It looks more like coffee than tea, and smells like someone decided mouthwash wasn't minty enough. The taste is like a punch to the face.
Metody leans against her counter, and on the other side of it, the tablecloth gently wavers as things quietly creep away, staying low and out of Jimmy's line of sight.
"The...people-like...um. Those guys. They're called Extras - you know, like the extras in a movie? They're the background, I think. You can pick out the...more people-like individuals by their silver bracelets."