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thecapitol2015-09-19 01:47 pm
occasio) wrote in thecapitol2015-09-19 01:47 pm
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Who| Phi and anyone on the Capitol side!
What| Phi arrives in the Capitol and has a look around.
Where| D4 floor, and around the Capitol.
When| Present time.
Warnings/Notes| None presently
[A: D4 Commons or D4 Rooms]
Phi arrives at her room with the typical Peacekeeper escort. She's half expecting the door to be locked when they leave, but she tries the knob and finds it free to turn. There won't be any damsel in distress in this tower. She can be her own knight.
With that much confirmed, she leaves the door open and turns back to the room. Her first order of business is to check every nook and cranny for something that might be useful. Unfortunately, the room is as barren of any useful tools as a prison cell, though much more luxuriously furnished.
Venturing out into the common rooms, Phi takes inventory of the kitchen and the living space. She gets the impression of being in some kind of high-class hotel suite--and there's a familiarity to it as well. There's a memory sitting in the back of her mind of a space like this, though the furnishings were much different. Likewise, she remembers Sigma being there, but that isn't the case right now.
There are other doors in the hallway that she came from, but those ones don't belong to her. She wonders if anyone is home, or if she might take a peek while the owner is unaware. Pressing an ear to the door, Phi listens close for any movement inside the room.
[B: The Capitol, anywhere]
The world outside is dazzling. After spending several cumulative days in the confines of a lunar base with only eight other people to speak of, the sheer numbers of buildings and people are overwhelming. There's a kaleidoscope of color walking the sidewalks, and it's all that Phi can do not to stare at the people. They look ridiculous, but at least that much is uniform.
She wanders as far as her feet will take her, provided she's not stopped from entering any restricted areas. She's not aware of where those are, but her ability to pick up on the behavior of others is pretty keen. She pauses at various shops, inspecting the window displays with internal curiosity, but not venturing inside. As far as anyone can tell by her expression, she looks bored with virtually everything she sees.
What| Phi arrives in the Capitol and has a look around.
Where| D4 floor, and around the Capitol.
When| Present time.
Warnings/Notes| None presently
[A: D4 Commons or D4 Rooms]
Phi arrives at her room with the typical Peacekeeper escort. She's half expecting the door to be locked when they leave, but she tries the knob and finds it free to turn. There won't be any damsel in distress in this tower. She can be her own knight.
With that much confirmed, she leaves the door open and turns back to the room. Her first order of business is to check every nook and cranny for something that might be useful. Unfortunately, the room is as barren of any useful tools as a prison cell, though much more luxuriously furnished.
Venturing out into the common rooms, Phi takes inventory of the kitchen and the living space. She gets the impression of being in some kind of high-class hotel suite--and there's a familiarity to it as well. There's a memory sitting in the back of her mind of a space like this, though the furnishings were much different. Likewise, she remembers Sigma being there, but that isn't the case right now.
There are other doors in the hallway that she came from, but those ones don't belong to her. She wonders if anyone is home, or if she might take a peek while the owner is unaware. Pressing an ear to the door, Phi listens close for any movement inside the room.
[B: The Capitol, anywhere]
The world outside is dazzling. After spending several cumulative days in the confines of a lunar base with only eight other people to speak of, the sheer numbers of buildings and people are overwhelming. There's a kaleidoscope of color walking the sidewalks, and it's all that Phi can do not to stare at the people. They look ridiculous, but at least that much is uniform.
She wanders as far as her feet will take her, provided she's not stopped from entering any restricted areas. She's not aware of where those are, but her ability to pick up on the behavior of others is pretty keen. She pauses at various shops, inspecting the window displays with internal curiosity, but not venturing inside. As far as anyone can tell by her expression, she looks bored with virtually everything she sees.
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"No need for winging. My name's Phi." She stands straight again, back to business again. She's met another of the Mentors already, but he said that there were three. There's one more that she doesn't know about. "I've met Derek already. Caught him on his way in. Who's the third mentor?"
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But there's a little duck of his head, a faint nod, as he memorizes her name and her face. It's not so hard to do, despite the brash and reckless front he plays.
"Anna." he gestures with his head off towards her room, easily. "She's newly crowned, Derek and I'll be more help until she gets her footing."
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"Alright. So, what do you need from me?" She's already been grilled by the other one about her physical skills, so she might as well start with that. "I've fought before, mostly street thugs--but I'm not in this to kill. I look out for myself; I defend myself. That's all. If that means that I have to kill to make someone back off, that's fine. But it's my choice otherwise." And not even this place is going to take that from her. She wants to win, but she'll do it by her own rules, not theirs.
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Besides, Kurloz is probably pleased as punch to have another girl to dress.
As for Chuck, well, it just helps having someone as blunt as he is to work with. He shifts and crosses his arms, brow raises as he eyes her. This could work, it's better than some people have offered them to work with.
"You got any survival skills?"
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She's tempted to say that, regardless of how true it is or not, but this guy isn't being quite as annoying as the other one was... Yet. Though the question trajectory is along the same course.
"Some. What kind of survival skills are we talking about? There's a huge difference between hacking it on the streets and playing girl scouts in the forest. How about you print me a character sheet, and I'll fill out the appropriate bubbles. Diplomacy? Check. Stealth? I've got max Dex. Spellcraft? Not so much. Not a Wizard or a Sorcerer, sorry. Not even a Bard." She gives a casual shrug.