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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!

Threaded | Flat

After Calibrations, or whatever the fuck they wanted to call it, York was still a bit mad. At Viktor, at the ones that lured him down there, at just about anyone that lived in this stupid city. Leaving his factory - it feels cramped now after being in that stupid place underground for so long - the android heads for city center. Jon had mentioned to contact him after all of that bullshit so why not show up in person?

Only he didn't get that far. Instead, he sees a new face sitting on the asphalt like she had been pushed. Probably the data point. Shit, did this make him the welcome committee? He didn't have programming for that.

He secures his hoodie around his waist (never leaves home without it), which puts the glowing LED on his chest visible even under his shirt. "Yikes, that's quite an entrance. Landing flat on your ass like that. Hope you weren't transmitting to the network when you did that because that'd be pretty embarrassing." There's a tone and air of arrogance around him, this dark haired teenager that doesn't seem to stand any taller than 5'3".

[Thankfully the blurring comes to a halt before she has to say anything. The face that appears doesn't look familiar to her, something she's quite sure of given she's been isolated with a number of their already limited population for what must have been weeks.]

It's probably yours.

Are you new?

This isn't Thrawn's first rodeo in Temba and as such, despite arriving the same way near the fountain and having a similar compulsion reaction to the glowing datapoint, he then saw what appeared to be a young human girl falling on her backside. This piqued his curiosity. As he moved to stand beside her he would probably seem to be towering at 7'6", and clasped his hands behind his back.

"Are you alright?"

Arrival

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Arrival