Defying Orders

[girlwednesday]

WHO: Felicity Smoak
WHERE: The Village
WHEN: Sept 8-9
OPEN TO: Everyone in the village
WARNINGS: There should be none

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It had been a couple of weeks since she and Oliver had pulled themselves out of the fountain in the middle of, well. Nowhere. A week had gone by before Oliver had let her leave the woods and moved them into a house on the outskirts of, well, nowhere. The packs they'd been given didn't give much in the ways of clues and Oliver didn't want Felicity showing herself to too many people unless it was necessary and he hadn't yet deemed it necessary.

By the beginning of the third week, Felicity herself deemed it necessary.

A lack of technology was one thing, but short of nagging Oliver into submission (not likely), all she could do was wait until he'd left to scout yet another something in another place and then walk out the front door. She knew he didn't expect her to do it, figured she'd still be taking him at his word that hiding away from everyone who might have answers would be best for them, but she was done with that.

Done hiding. She wanted more answers, more interaction, and figured that at least if someone killed her, at least there'd be an end to the wondering.

So, it was about ten o'clock in the morning on a Saturday when a woman in (mostly) white scrubs makes her way into town and starts looking around. She's not new, but she certainly looks it.


[OOC: Feel free to run into Felicity anywhere your character might be!]

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[girlwednesday]

"I'm not really a camper," she tells him, hands up in a surrender motion. "Computers were more my thing, so ovens?"

He gets a shrug, then a nod with a smile when he finally introduces himself. She doesn't recognize the name from anything she's ever read on the regular or dark web, which doesn't mean a thing for someone who clearly isn't used to spending a lot of time in the woods. But, as he's admitted, neither has he, so Felicity isn't sure what the entire deal with the little village is.

"How long have you been here?"

[onlyeverdoubted]

"Um, more than half a year, I'm pretty sure? The calendars don't really... Long enough." He's not exactly one of the veterans, or at least he doesn't feel like one. But he's certainly had enough time and experience that he should be able to point newbies in the right direction. Or... in a specific direction. There isn't really a right one, but he can helpfully point at the inn or the hot spring, if someone's interested. "I'm also better at, well, computers, I guess, but I was a pilot, so... Not, um, not useful skills."

[girlwednesday]

"What kind of pilot?" She's thinking fixed wing commercial airliners or maybe jets... he could be a fighter pilot with his body type, she thinks. "Because aren't pilots taught survival skills or something? Or is that just Army pilots."

She's half teasing, trying to make it a more light-hearted conversation, something she's not sure she has in her, to be honest. It's been a long few weeks and meeting new people is a good thing. It takes the stress off of feeling like she's in it along - or with one other person. Constantly watching their backs.

"And now you can almost light an oven. That's useful."

[onlyeverdoubted]

"Cargo," he says, hoping that puts paid to any hopeful speculation about him being able to do useful things. People's expectations should be kept very limited. Just for everybody's peace of mind. "I washed out of the combat track right away. And, um, if there's a way to use being really good at reading charts here, I... haven't found it."