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WHO: Evie Frye

WHERE: South Village Fountain

WHEN: March 16h

OPEN TO: OTA

WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed.

I. The Fountain

Water filled her nostrils at sudden consciousness. The Ganges? She didn’t remember being by the river or a river. But memories didn’t matter when what she needed to do was swim up and out of the water. Sunlight was glimmering above and easy enough to kick up to. Air was taken in sharply as she broke the surface. Blinking away water she saw this wasn’t a river at all. Instead the boundaries were distinct and she found herself in a fountain. One deep enough for a person to sink in. Unusual.

Pulling herself up the side, she landed quietly as possible with the squish of her shoes against ground. Instinct had her reach for a hood that wasn’t there. Evie’s hand reached up again, feeling for the missing piece of fabric that should have been there. And it was then that she noticed the color of her sleeve. And the strange change of fabric. And the strange lack of fabric. Arms out, she looked over herself. What sort of decency would allow this? They looked nearly like undergarments, so simple and plain. She liked the color at least, a deep blue. Self inventory found that her weapons were missing. No hidden blade, no blades at all, no bombs, nothing. That nearly made her feel as naked as the strange clothes. And a strange bracelet that looked nothing like she had ever seen before.

II. Strolling through Town

She was decidedly not in India anymore. And this looked not at all like England either. Which left, well, the rest of the world really. Just not any of the parts of it she had been to. The itch to pull up her nonexistent hood was still there, however she noticed there were some other people in similar clothing. And others in different outfits entirely that bordered from familiarish to not at all.

First step. Establish surroundings. Integrate with the population. Blend. That was doable. In theory. People liked to talk and once she was familiar with the layout of wherever she was maybe this anxious buzzing in her mind would stop. If she was here for now she'd need to know where things were, where to go and where people said not to go. Structures were being noted and mapped as she walked along, faces and voices observed as well in case there seemed to be ones that popped put for interest.

There was none of that instinctive viewing of her surroundings, not as it had been. There was no glowing of targets or information. Concern buzzed in her mind again but she had plenty of skills to sort people out while seeing them as they were. Maybe they were all important. It was a possibility. At least none seemed to give off the instinctive look of enemies. Which might mean nothing at all.

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"A military in the stars." Evie hummed softly under her breath at the thought. So much further than the moon, to planets it seemed. Glimmering orbs she had only through the distant end of a telescope.

Well. There was no way to know but to ask.

"Evie Frye." she offered her name, holding out her hand. "And if I am not intruding, I'd beg your pardon to sate my curiosity Mr..." her voice trailed, a smile in place.

"It's really not that glamorous," Wash said. Didn't want people to get the wrong idea about the good ol' UNSC.
He takes her hand after a moment and shakes it. And that's weird. Not much point shaking hands normally when you're all wearing armour.

"Agent," he corrects gently. "Agent Washington. I go by Wash."

"Mr. Wash," she continued, curious at the first. Was it a name or a title. How far could curiosity be pressed in a chance meeting. But her smile stayed in place as she let go of his hand. "Glamour isn't what interests me. I've only read stories of people dreaming of going to the moon. And you've seen far more than a moon, I imagine. What's it like? Are they are very different from one another?"

That's- odd. He doesn't think he's ever been called 'Mr' by anyone. It was always a rank or a name, or Agent. "I've visited a few places," he agrees. "And there are all kinds of places. A lot of them, the inner colonies mainly are terraformed to be pretty similar to Earth. I grew up on a mining colony so it was a dump. A lot of rock and dust and sand. Some of them are just huge balls of gas, or permanent ice. But there's plenty that are habitable."

She mouthed the word terraformed after he said it. It was new and unfamiliar, something that seemed so easy and simple. Was it English or was it something else? "Terra means earth. So. They build earth places? Fascinating. And balls of gas? And it all stays together? Or is there something in the center?"

So many thoughts and questions just from a few short sentences.

"Well, almost. A lot of planets aren't habitable. Not enough atmosphere, no water. Terraforming... fixes it. Change the atmosphere to something humans can survive in, lets us get set up on a planet." Some places it took better than others. The Inner colonies had more complete terraforming than a lot of the outer colonies, but it was the same way wth most things.

"The gas planets have cores of rock and ice and liquid metal. They have enough of a gravitational pull to hold the gas around them." He thinks that's how it works. It's been a long time since high school science.