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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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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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