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RP: NSS Acadia [Prelude] Fortune, Neon and Sand

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It wasn't long before Rose, clutching a tattered walled in one hand and playing her tongue stud against her faintly glistening lips (which she had since gotten some dark red lipstick on lined with black somewhere between the racks and where everyone was disembarking the ship) while trying to remember the lyric to some song she had heard covered at a dive before she enlisted.

Spotting Gyles up to something, she checked herself, looking down to remind herself she had some cleavage which the uniform (she felt anyway) took away normally. Leave wasn't exactly overflowing for someone her rank. Not mentioning people just gotta' bad attitude with me whatever the fuck reason for.

Stepping out, Dream walked straight up to Gyles and prodded him just once in the back. "Yo."
 
Harrison had just polished off the last of his fried chicken and paid the waiter. He got off his stool and walked out of the bar when his 'pad buzzed.

Where do you want your bike, mister Harrison?

~Docking Authority~
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Harrison replied:

Just get it out of the box and put it on the ground.

~Mr. Harrison~
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After about five minutes, Harrison pulled out the bike's summoning signal and pressed a button. In a few minutes his airbike arrived in front of Lou's, and Harrison grabbed it and took off in a random direction, hoping to see what he could find.
 
He exited the ride into Leon City and was instantly bombarded by flashing lights of neon, all clashing for promotional space (which was funny, because the streets were plentiful). Sipping Easy Jesus, he gave a final nod to the cabbie—who tipped his hat, bid him farewell and accepted him thanks for the bottle of rum he kept tucked away for him own personal use.

“I guess he liked me.” Nick said, scratching his head and looking around. Maybe he'd go pick up a pair of Emrys Gloves. He’d only just started drinking, so he figured he’d go to the bar and get trashed. Then everything else would sort themselves out.
 
"Ugh. I thought this stuff was supposed to have worn off by now.."

Amelia stumbled off the ship a bit awkwardly. She was wearing her civillian clothing now, which was a black sleeveless top and pants that were tight fitting. The medbay had finally gotten her leg sown up but the anesthetic they used was still lingering in her system. She never was good with medication, and it was a wonder that what she did take didn't completely mess her up.

"Vacation, huh? Is that what they're calling it now?"

She looked around at the rest of the crew already deciding on what they were going to do. Her? She had no idea. She couldn't leave to see her sister till tomorrow, so what the hell was she supposed to do now? Maybe if her head would stop going into slow-mo every 15 seconds she'd know.

Looking up at the neon lights that would have probably blinded her a year ago, she raised an eyebrow.

"So this is the city, hm? I have to admit, I've never been in cities. Colonist life sure is different I guess..." It was at this point that she really kind of wished she knew someone so that she wouldn't get lost around here.
 
Ran winced, expecting to see Wilde go down due to Adrian's desire to get to the Chief quickly. Who the fuck does he think he is, telling me to come over? I don't see no badges on him that are higher than Chief...
 He thought to himself, looking around to see if he saw anyone amongst the crowd.

"...What is it, then?" His observations were ended, by Adrian's supposed claims of having top secret information. "You'd better not be fucking with me."
 
"Hey there. All ready to hit the road?" Gyles replied, smiling a little as he turned around to greet her. The expression felt almost odd on his face, as he was used to projecting a more coy smirk whenever things seemed to be going okay. The tech sentry gave the medic a quiet top-down glance, hidden beneath the opaque lens of his visor and unnoticeable unless one payed close attention to a minute nod made by his head for an instant.

"I hope you don't mind riding on an airbike. I figured it would be shame to lock out the air by driving a car or truck." He said, his tone apparently displaying a relative lack of ulterior motives for his decision.
 
"All set.." Is his smiling like that good or bad? Rose wondered, waiting for him to lead her to their escape. "Doesn't really matter much to me, maypole. Not like I never been on a bike before. So where are we hit'n first?"

It seemed a little weird someone with such a bold display of 'netics would want to be somewhere his visor probably couldn't do as many things in, but she was bored enough to see what he had in mind. "Let's go before someone gets kidnapped by pint-sized Neko 'r something."
 
Fian was analyzing the nutritional content of a jar of mayo when the sudden jolt took him by surprise. The jar slipped from his left hand but in one swoop managed to grab it in the air in his right before it touched the chocolate bars in the cart. A slight frown and furrowed brow made it plain that the Vel Steyr didnt like being 'ambushed'. He felt the glass to make sure it wasnt cracked anywhere before setting it down nicely in the cart.

It was only then did he turn to face the other person. The first thought that crossed his mind was 'Wow, big guy.' It was only a little later after he heard his own name called did he try to search his memory, it was a little later again after some jogging by Trey's nametag did his eyes lit up. "Oh, Trey!" He clapped his hands together estatically. "Are you the only person in town? Is there anyone else from the old Alliance?"
 
Adrian's smile broadened for a moment. Then he held up a single finger and let his eyes drift to the side for a moment. "... I'll get back to you on that one then, mate." The medic regained his composure before continuing.

"Anyway, me and Wilde over there are going to run about and get inked, shitfaced, and in my case, further cyber...neti...sized... I think that's the word. Doesn't matter though. What does matter is that you must accompany us."
 
Amelia sighed a little, seeing everyone else joining together and making all their plans. She really never had much of a personal life and now it was coming back to bite her. Still...

"I do have one hobby I suppose."

She did like weapons. Of all kinds. This being Nepleslian space, there had to be something for her. "Maybe I ought to go shopping a little, hm?" She mused. Amelia ran through her head the little map that she had looked at earlier. If she remembered it right, there was a place that sold guns that had a shooting range.

"Target practice on leave? Ha.. I guess a soldier is all I am." She shook her head and started walking. After getting lost once, she finally came upon the shop she was looking for. Walking in, she probably didn't look much like the type to be a weapons enthusiast, but having her VIAL still attached at her side was a hint that she was.
 
Autumn took a couple steps back to keep her balance as Adrian pushed past her. It was odd to still not feel the metal of her 'netics weighing her down. "Easy there, Adrian, I don't have to weight to keep standing if you try knock me over. Better over than up, I guess. Hey Ran, Adrian, let me buy you guys a drink once we get to a bar! Post cluster drink, whatcha say?"
 
Ran frowned, expecting to hear something important and ground-breaking coming from Adrian's mouth, only to see that he wouldn't tell him anything. "Eh..I dunno." Was his initial response to Adrian's offer. Whether he would admit it or not, Ran was not a very social drinker. Mostly because he'd rather finish off his liquor by himself than have other people take it from him. "Guess I could use more ink on me, though." He'd probably tattoo his service number and blood type to his right calf or something.

"Alright, sounds good, Wilde." Good thing that his squad mates knew how to treat people to drinks.
 
Waiting a few moments for Fian to recognize him (They had only actually met once, Trey remembered) He answered the Shorter nepleslian's question. "Most of the old alliance crew is here, we're on leave before another transfer" he said, scratching his side absentmindedly before suddenly being reminded why he was here. "I'm the only one still in uniform though" the Penton admitted "I left my civilian clothes at home or something, so I came here to buy more"

He glanced about the store, seeing a small section with clothes in the back, which he would head to in due time. "What brings you to Fortuna, Sir?" Trey asked, more or less respectfully.
 
Tap, tap.

Nick prodded the shoulder of some woman he’d trailed into a weapons hobby shop. He wasn’t too keen on stalking people who backed themselves into corners, but she did seem like she’d know more than he did right now about how to figure out how to find the crew of the Acadia. Plus, she held a solemn attractiveness that intrigued him as to what interest she found within a gunshop.

She turned around, a blank slate. Nick wanted to chuckle, but settled for a coy smile. He held out his prominent hand for her to take. “Hi, I’m Sanchez.”
 
((Couple quick Tips, 1. Don't touch Amelia without her permission. Not a smart idea. 2. Don't try to control another character's actions. Only post your own characters actions. It's up to me if she turns around or not. They call this powerplaying, but I'll let it slide this time.))

When Amelia felt something touch her shoulder, she spun around, seizing the hand by it's wrist, looking ready to clock the offender in the face, but she stopped before she could swing. She let go of the man's hand and narrowed her eyes at him. He didn't look like he was too harmful, but she didn't relax yet. "Sanchez, hm? What do you want?"

They were not off to a good start it seemed.

She did not respond with her own name, half because it wasn't asked for and half because she was still unsure about the man who had the guts to try and touch her. She was beginning to think he meant her no harm, seeing as how this was probably the absolutely worst place for anyone to try anything with her.
 
What the—?

Nick tested his wrist, making sure it was still in working order, while he looked her over. Afterall, these weren’t the run-of-the-mill ‘netics… this was all natural.

“Actually, I’m new to the city and you seemed interesting, walking into a hole-in-the-wall instead of these neon-lighted places.” Nick’s eyes drank in his surroundings and fell back on the woman. “Nice grip. You military or a merc or sum’in?”
 
"Marine." Amelia stated simply. "And those 'neon lighted places' hold little to no interest for me." She looked around, wondering where the owner was. "And weapons are my hobby." She patted her VIAL that hung loosely at her side. She now was certain that he wasn't a threat, and sighed a little. She looked like she had hurt him a little and that wasn't even her mechanical hand she had grabbed him with. "Sorry, but you shouldn't go around touching women around here. Not a very good idea."

"New to the city huh..? Same here." Amelia felt a little awkward. After months of being in the military without any kind of break from it's lifestyle, she felt odd in civillian clothing and speaking without formality.
 
He wish he’d had brought his tailored ESG of his own doing, with the ceramic silencer and all of the goodies that he’d left back in Los Apagos, but they were in Los Apagos.

“They tell me all the time not to touch the locals or whatever, but I’ve never been in any life-threatening situations from prodding people.” He shook his wrist out and chuckled a bit. “Don’t worry about the wrist. I’ll live. Are you buying something here? Or do they have a range here that you wanna take your stress out on or something? I’m a marine myself, green—but still a marine.”
 
"Right." Gyles replied as they started towards the exit. His voice was made to seem relaxed, but he didn't feel as if he was perfectly calm. It wasn't his first rodeo, but Rose was... different (in a great many ways) and he barely knew the person. But hey... you won't know anything until you've tried it. Worst case scenario, I find out she's got a problem that isn't easily noticed. Beats someone that won't remember you five minutes after anything.

"This is a new colony, so there isn't much in the way of small towns and settlements between here and the capital. I was just thinking of enjoying the drive between here and there and making it in time to get a table somewhere decent."

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"You guys better do something than compliment eachother awkwardly and small talk." A burly gunshop owner barked, glancing at Amelia and Nick, alternating between combing his absurd curly blue-black 'fro and rubbing a neatly visible paunch. "Oh and uh... shit. Anything I can help you folks with?"
 
Amelia gave a small glare to the gunshop owner. "Compliment? Didn't think I was. Certaintly not my intention." A rather cold dismissal. But that was Amelia. She walked over to the man, "I heard you had a shooting range, I was hoping to amuse myself there. And possibly find a new pistol. Standard issue isn't always the best." Likely an understatement.

She didn't seem to keen on answering Sanchez for some reason. His attitude seemed to annoy her a little bit. She merely gave him a parting glance, "Green, hm? What's your post?"
 
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