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thecapitol2014-03-22 05:51 pm
observationalhazard) wrote in thecapitol2014-03-22 05:51 pm
[Open] Step One: Cut a Hole in the Box
Who: Hanji Zoe, open
What: Hanji is fresh off the metaphorical boat. She tries to settle her mind by taking things apart.
Where: Training Center
When: Afternoon, March 22
Warnings: References to violent death, in all likelyhood.
"Unsettling" was a very mild way to describe the situation Hanji was in. It was almost too much for her to grasp - spirited away by some unknown method to compete in gladitorial games for the amusement of others? That was something out of terrible fiction (not that Hanji read much fiction these days). It was an impossibility, completely unlikely. Or had been until a couple hours ago. She hadn't bothered with threats or pleading. The guards and officials didn't seem like the sort to respond well to that and fornow the best thing she could do waas gather information.
After a quick introductory lesson on the building she was staying in and a brief tour of her new apartment (prison cell), she'd been left to fend for herself. The sheer amount of luxury and dcadence that surrounded her was equally amazing and terrifying. She was still used to spare meals of black bread and potato soup. The fact that she could snap her fingers and have practically anything delivered to her by servants was beyond her experience and left her feeling like a child who'd suddenly been told they have the run of a candy shop, if not a little unsettled.
And then there was the technology and the lack of titans. They had electric lights, every room had indoor plumbing, and a million other things that they'd only talked about in theory or never even imagined at home. She wanted to see all of it. And she wanted to know why they didn'th ave titans. No one had answered that one yet.
Which was way when she'd found a holoprojector in the training room, she'd "borrowed" a few smaller knives and set about trying to get the casing off to get a look at the innards. Besidezs doing something vaguely productive helped her think. How did they run everythingon electricity, anyway? The tip of her tongue poked between her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to use one of the knives as an improvised screwdriver.
The moment anyone passed close enough for her to hear them, she waved a hand in their general direction, "Hey! Pass me something to use as a hammer!"
A little while later and she had the panel off, a tangle of wires exposed, her goggles snapped over her eyes as she tried to make heads or tails of the thing.
What: Hanji is fresh off the metaphorical boat. She tries to settle her mind by taking things apart.
Where: Training Center
When: Afternoon, March 22
Warnings: References to violent death, in all likelyhood.
"Unsettling" was a very mild way to describe the situation Hanji was in. It was almost too much for her to grasp - spirited away by some unknown method to compete in gladitorial games for the amusement of others? That was something out of terrible fiction (not that Hanji read much fiction these days). It was an impossibility, completely unlikely. Or had been until a couple hours ago. She hadn't bothered with threats or pleading. The guards and officials didn't seem like the sort to respond well to that and fornow the best thing she could do waas gather information.
After a quick introductory lesson on the building she was staying in and a brief tour of her new apartment (prison cell), she'd been left to fend for herself. The sheer amount of luxury and dcadence that surrounded her was equally amazing and terrifying. She was still used to spare meals of black bread and potato soup. The fact that she could snap her fingers and have practically anything delivered to her by servants was beyond her experience and left her feeling like a child who'd suddenly been told they have the run of a candy shop, if not a little unsettled.
And then there was the technology and the lack of titans. They had electric lights, every room had indoor plumbing, and a million other things that they'd only talked about in theory or never even imagined at home. She wanted to see all of it. And she wanted to know why they didn'th ave titans. No one had answered that one yet.
Which was way when she'd found a holoprojector in the training room, she'd "borrowed" a few smaller knives and set about trying to get the casing off to get a look at the innards. Besidezs doing something vaguely productive helped her think. How did they run everythingon electricity, anyway? The tip of her tongue poked between her lips, brow furrowed in concentration as she tried to use one of the knives as an improvised screwdriver.
The moment anyone passed close enough for her to hear them, she waved a hand in their general direction, "Hey! Pass me something to use as a hammer!"
A little while later and she had the panel off, a tangle of wires exposed, her goggles snapped over her eyes as she tried to make heads or tails of the thing.
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"Now when you say "Titans" are you talking about monsters of myth, a group of teenage super heroes, or the football team?"
Because depending on her answer it could drastically effect Harley's view of this new woman.
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There's a certain eagerness to her tone that reaches beyond "enthusiasm" to "obsessed".
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"Not that I'm aware of." Harley grinned right back with excitement. "We've got a football team that calls themselves that, some sidekicks who joined forces to fight evil, and Greek mythological monsters kept in check by amazons and Hercules." She went on.
"So what's your Titans like?"
god dammit I switched tenses.
Hanji wasn't sure how to talk about a world without titans. They were simply a fact of life, almost a force of nature, that the idea of a world without them seemed bizarre and alien.
"-fascinating."
She ran a hand through her hair, brow furrowed as she considered the idea. She could ask more questions later. For now, Harley wanted to hear about her titans. Something she was quite happy to explain.
"Well, it's a fascinating subject, really. You see, roughly a century ago, according to our histories, giant man-like creatures known as titans appeared. We don't know where they came from or how, but their sole purpose seems to be to devour humans. They come in several size classes: five-meter, seven-meter, and fifteen-meter, with a larger, colossal sixty-meter type only known to exist in one instance... and he was a titan-shifter. But, that's just the very basics. There's also something we discovered only recently-"
There was so much information, but that seemed like a good start. She was going to keep talking if Harley let her.
No worries~
So instead she took a seat on the table Hanji had been working on while the woman continued.
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It went on for a while. At least until Harley actually interrupted, because signs of boredom weren't going to stop Hanji.
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"Well that was far more then I ever thought anyone knew about Kaiju." She interupted when she'd finally had all she could handle. "You might wanna streamline your talking points a little in case someone asks you that during an interview." She added with a tease.
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"You can't just expect a short version to adequately explain our history with them."
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Not that she thought the citizens would hold on too long to the topic of giant monsters unless said giant monsters were in the arena.
"Also, I'm eight percent sure if you tell the scientists around here about Titans they might try to create them for the arena."
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Of course, the opportunity could yet present itself.
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This place got stranger by the minute.
"Those are only legends where I'm from."
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That had been a particularly good few hours as she rode out the most powerful nightmare inducing hallucination drugs the capitol could offer.
Clapping the girl on the shoulder she giggled.
"You're in for a real wild ride."
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"Thanks for your help so far! I really do appreciate it!"
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"Aw don't even mention it! I'm happy to help. We're all in the same sinking boat right? So I'm either helping you bail out water or throwing you overboard!"
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Having more friends never hurts.
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"Come on, trick one! Where to go to get some free drinks outside of the tribute center. There's this little bar nearby that is happy to get us pretty girls drunk since we're famous!"
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Not that alcohol was really the foremost thing on her mind, but after getting transported across worlds, sometimes you just needed a stiff one.
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Hope Hanji wasn't planning on finishing her little project of taking that thing apart because Harley is now dragging you to the door for a night on the town!
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"What's a cocktail?"
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"Oh they are the BEST! They mix different alcohols and non-alcohols together to make them taste better and hit stronger!"
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"You know, for the sake of having a complete experience."
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"That's the spirit! They have technology beyond our wildest imagination! So they use it for killing people, and making some of the best petty entertainment money can buy!"
Unfortunately for all her excitement, they still had to wait for the elevator.
"A couple months ago we even had a shared dream party. It was wild! They put us all to sleep with these chemicals and while we slept we had a dream, except everyone was having the same dream! Together!"
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"A... shared dream?"
This place kept getting stranger by the minute. They had so much and could do so many things. She had to bring some of this home with her.
"I'm not sure if everyone back home would be interested in that. We all have our secrets."
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"Around here there are cameras on you all the time. Sooner or later if you speak those secrets there's a good chance they'll be on TV for everyone to see."
Harley had learned that the hard way.
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