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Arrival

Going straight from sailing at high speeds on fog-covered seas to abruptly not will cause issues with momentum shift. Even more so when you're as, shall we say, top-heavy with rigging and vast tracts of land as Reno. There's a very surprised "Whoop" before she tumbles forward and plants face-first into the dirt, with all her arms and legs splayed out and flailing. Another moment and she's already pushing herself back up to her knees with a very harried "I'm alright! I can do this all day!" Indeed, she's perfectly fine aside from dirt and dust now distressing her uniform and nylons and embarrassment distressing her smile.

Just where did that ground come from though. The Eagle Union coastline was in the other direction, aaaaand... as her soft violet eyes widen even further, its quite apparent this is not the Eagle Union. "What... Where am I?"

Before anyone could respond, her eyes lock onto the data point. It didn't take any summoning at all, she's already up to her feet and dashing straight towards it. "Shiny technology," the shipgirl concludes out loud. "Yeah, this should tell me-"

Alright, maybe she shouldn't have been so loud about her intentions. The data dump sends her staggering back and landing flat on her rear, and she's flat there boggling for a good moment for anyone watching. Now might be a good time to get a word in!

Network - Video

[The screen whirls around in a dramamine-inducing blur with unintelligible Reno sounds before settling down on the face of the now quite inquisitive kansen.]

Wooow, someone left their touchpad here!

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"Yeah, don't want to see an armory. I saw enough when others like me where shot dead for not complying when they were order to go in for reprogramming." There's bit to his words, a glare from his eyes.

He shoves his hands his in pockets, looking away from her. "Oh no, it's not boring. Just a revolution happening between humans and androids because the humans don't like it when we started becoming sentient and demanding to be treated as such. There are some humans that have experimented on other androids, some just get outright beaten, our safehouse home was exploded, but yeah. Totally awesome."

Well, York did finally find a way to wipe off that smile. The girl's contorts in ever increasing horror as he describes his world, and her gloved hands collapse onto her cheeks with a gasp. "That's- That's horrible! I'm sorry, I didn't even know!"

Great way to make a first impression, Reno. Where's Captain America to teach her a valuable life lesson when she needs him? "... If its anything, I'd never treat you like that. You're plenty sentient to me."

"I could tell you even worse things." Things that had happened to him, that had changed him permanently, and not all for the better. "I'm starting to gather that a lot of people feel the same way you do here. It's just... not really the norm where I'm from."

The android finally looks back to her, the scowl still there. "It's a tender subject." But no apology came because that's difficult to get out of him most of the time. He's just a prickly synthetic cactus. York points around. "Hotel is over there if you need a place to stay, diner over there if you need to eat. There's a library over there too, but it's fucking weird so I don't know if I recommend it."

He's prickly for certain, but in a way, Reno can understand. There were plenty of her fellow shipgirls with varying forms of PTSD, including one of her sisters. Even she herself wondered on occasion how much she might be hiding behind her own exterior.

There's a sympathetic nod, at that scowl, an acknowledgement that it won't be brought up again. "I'd ask if it has graphic novels and how-to books, but that doesn't sound like it does. Are there any workshops around? I'm also good at making things!" Both her palms are raised to York, fully revealing her metallic gloves with the circular light in the palm. "I made these myself!"

"Yeah, there's not really books in there. Just a bunch of empty shelves." And glowing eyes from above and the press of invisible watching, but he keeps that to himself. "I think there's a couple of workshops around."

He reaches into his jeans pocket and pulls out his device. "You should have one of these. Has a map on it, will tell you where things are at." York is distracted by her gloves and he blinks.

Whoa. "...What does the light do?" Because they had to do something, right?

Her conversation-brighten-upper plan worked! The gloves almost never fail! "I press this button," said with a cheerful tap to the side of her glove. Instantly, harmless bright aqua laser lights flash out with a match 'bzzzzewww' sound effect! Emphasis on the harmless, even as she aims them away from York. Android or not, she's not taking any chances with his eyeballs. Safety first!

"And if I press this button, it goes 'kshaw ksshhew' and this one 'zzzzap!' They're not nearly as powerful as the real ones 'cause I don't have an arc reactor yet. I have been making some progress in anti-gravity though I don't know how useful that'd be other than maybe serving drinks or long-distance slaps..."

The lights of her gloves almost matches the light of his chest. York wonders if those are the 'reactor' she spoke of earlier. His LED swirls gold as he takes in the view of those gloves and the sound effects.

It reminds him of high tech toys for children in his world. He's more annoyed at himself for being curious about toy gloves now.

"A ship and a waitress all in one, what would we ever do without you in this crumbling fucking city." Absolutely dripping in sarcasm. He sighs out to vent his system and cool it down. "I think there's a bar in town, but I'm not sure where. It should at least be on your map."

Her brow furrows as his fascination returns back to snark. "I could do something else with it! I wasn't exactly planning for a situation like this! And I'm not looking for a career as a bartender. Not unless I need to for a mission." Thoughts of 'Reno Bunnino' cross her mind again and they're hastily shaken off. No, this is a serious moment!

"If I could find a real power supply, then I could come up with something to help carry supplies or materials? I don't think HQ is going to mind my power usage now."

Snark seems to be the default setting. Or maybe it's a firewall protection programming protecting everything further in.

"I didn't say 'bartender', I said 'waitress'," he points out. "Waitresses work in bars but don't have to be bartenders. Anyways, back to the point, I don't know what kind of power supply you need. One of those workshops I mentioned might have something you can use."

"But I want to be the bartender, I could mix up good drinks..." The rest trails off as York is simply Just Too Rude and she quietly nods along to his suggestion. Is everyone here like this? Is she going to have to be twice as inspiring? She's just a sidekick! "I think I'll do that then, thank you."

She was going to have to get used to York just being himself, which was rude. He was rude to all humans pretty much on first meeting. She should ask Jon about how that went. "Well I mentioned you being a waitress and you should work at the bar, which didn't even imply as a bartender. Then you said you don't want to be a bartender-- you know what, never mind." It wasn't worth it to get his circuits shorted over miscommunications. He waves like he's pushing the topic away. It's not important.

"You can check the device for a map to find out where the workshops are. Be a good starting point at least."

Its probably for the best that they drop the topic, and Reno nods along with his pushing. She's not unused to such rudeness, though its more expected of the enemy. Or San Juan. Not that she can blame York, given his history.

"Device? You mean this?" said as she held up her new device, marveling at it for a moment. Where did that come from? A couple pokes, "Huh, the writing is funny on it, but I think I can make out what they're trying to say! And there's the map!"

"Yeah, that one," he nods as she holds it up. "Everyone gets one when they arrive. It has a map, communications, all sorts of things. You should be in the roster now of others that live here. Somehow the Agrii are in tune with who's here and who's sent home."

A pause. "And no, I don't know how to get 'home' because if I could, I'd be there and not here by now." Though little by little, it was proving to be nicer here than Detroit for certain.

She hadn't even thought of that yet, a sudden gasp from the kansen as she remembered 'oh yes, there's a war on and you're suddenly not there'. "Oh no," came tinily. "I'm going to have some words with whoever took me here. I can't stay here long, not as long as I can still fight! They need me against the Sirens!"

York watched the girl remark about finding their captors. "Yeah, good luck with that. As far as I know, no one's ever really talked to them how you're referring to. But I at least know what you mean. There's a revolution going on in my world and I'd like to get back to it to keep helping where I can."

It seems that no world someone is brought from knows peace.

That might explain his mood. Not that such thoughts would keep this shipgirl down. "There's always a first," said with a confident nod. "Until then, I'll have to help here where I can. I'll go find one of those workshops and get started!"

"Yeah, you have fun with that." The words come out more deadpan than he'd like, but York finds he doesn't care as much as he probably should. "Just stay outta my factory marked on the and you'll be golden. Or polished steel."

Whatever girls that were ships were... made of... Suddenly York's really feeling normal. He starts off south, pulling his hood up. He hopes that if human deities exist, they keep her from following him.

She doesn't follow him, instead watching him go with an attempt at an enthusiastic wave. Somehow, though, its not quite there. "... I hope the war doesn't turn me into that," she whispers to herself before heading off to find her way through Temba.

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