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calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
calloperators) wrote2019-01-14 05:25 pm
TEST DRIVE
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Waking up
Go downstairs, to the lobby. Meet the others. Don't get attached, and don't mention this call.
The AC is busted and in this hot summer, you probably won't want to stay in your room forever.
Of course, there's much more around here than just the motel. Stepping out and hitting the town will give you plenty to do. There's stores aplenty, but that's nothing to say of the good residents of the stores; your friendly neighborhood bodega cats. They're content to laze around the aisles, though the more playful sorts may swat at your wayward accessories as you pass by.
Don't mind that they seem to disappear - and reappear - with a blink. That's just something cats can do.
Of course you are! There's plenty of places to eat here, but why go to some no-name joint when you can go to McDonalds? They've got burgers, they've got fries, they've got McPizza, and they even have a playplace! ...Though you're probably too old for the ball pit.
Regardless of what you order, if you even order, the cashier presses a small toy into the palm of your hand. Don't you feel a pair of tiny eyes on you?
For fuck's sake, someone only went and killed a guy in the McDonald's parking lot. Maybe his head is smashed in under that chicken mask, or maybe you'll want to check? You could do the right thing and work out who did this, or you could make off with his baseball bat. The choice is yours.
What good's a city that goes to sleep? When the sun goes down, the lights go up. The city becomes aglow with every colour of the neon rainbow, with bowling alleys, nightclubs, karaoke bars, arcades and soon-to-be-extinct roller discos competing for your attention until the sun comes up. You're here, there's no curfew, it's time to make the most of it.
Have something else in mind? Go wild, and party like it's 1989.
Kimberly Ann Hart ("Ranger Slayer") | Mighty Morphin Power Rangers Comics
[ After living in the cold, unfamiliar space of another dimension for forty-some days, waking up in a strange hotel room should be welcome. Hell, after twenty-some years of life under a ruthless dictator, anything should be welcome.
Kimberly Ann Hart learned to stop seeing the glass half-full a long time, ago, though. She almost crushes the phone...except that'd need Ranger powers, and those are limited until they can figure out--wait, no, those are gone. ]
...Alright. So, kidnapped and robbed. Sounds about normal for this place. [ Fine. Just fine. Door isn't locked, she isn't restrained--so the first order of business is to carefully get a handle on what sort of planet (or overheated ship) she's on.
Her whole ensemble's a little much for this kind of heat, so as she's slipping out of the motel room, she's tugging on her collar a little, all the while trying to look for anyone else who might've gotten grabbed from the Prometheus, or... Or anyone who appears here against their will, to begin with.
Jaded as she is, she can't turn away from someone in need...and if you look like you're having a hard time, she'll abandon the pretense of sneaking about and approach, nonetheless. ]
Hey. You. [ Hands raised as a gesture of peace. ] Are you a refugee of this place?
Night Life
[ It's been a long time since Kimberly did anything remotely close to "fun" -- unless you count the brief afternoon after she'd broken from Drakkon's spell, in past Angel Grove, but it ended so abruptly that doing so feels silly. Still, reconnaissance? That she's well acquainted with, and when the sun goes down, the scout comes out. Whether she was fighting against or for Drakkon's forces, she always excelled at late night hunts.
...But then, none of those took place in a technicolor kaleidoscope of light, looking to be brighter than the Rangers, in the old days.
It's...strange. To say the least. Hard to get herself into the shadows, so she's stuck channeling a relic of the past--the social butterfly that fluttered oh-so-close to young Kim, like a clingy puppy. As out of practice as she is, maybe that girl's glee can rub off on her again, from memory.
All this to say, there's an awkward-looking woman, pulling a grimace at a roller disco-arcade combo. ]
So not only is it loud, and flashy, and hard on the eyes, it's a Frankenstein-combo of relics past.
Wildcard: Take Aim
[ A time-honored tradition for dystopia survivors: Scavenging and crafting your own weapons. After everything Drakkon did to her, there's no way Kim's accepting one of those from someone here, someone she can't trust.
That's just a recipe to get yourself mind-controlled, after all.
So, since she's some practice in the subject, it doesn't take longer than a day to locate the right materials and get to crafting. She can be found at the back of the motel, testing the pull on various materials for her string, or...well, notching back a stick-like arrow. It's rough? But from how she stares ahead at the target she's painted on the wall, eyes narrowed, it looks like it'll do. ]
Take Aim
She seems like she needs something, and Ray wasn't one to ignore people if they need help.]
Looking for something?
[... He's not putting down the armful of springs and old electronics, however.]
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A knife.
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[He frowns slightly, looking at the bundle of scraps in his hands.]
I don't think I have one on me... [He then offers a helpful grin.] But I'm sure they have them in a store or restaurant! It would be impossible for an entire town to be completely devoid of knives.
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Hmm, that's a little tougher. [Ray takes a few more moments to ponder this.] I guess I could use some of this scrap metal to make you a quick knife of that sort! It won't be fancy but if you're just cutting that plant it should work.
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...Really? What do you want for it?
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Aww, you don't have to get me anything in return! I've been itching to build some stuff anyway so this would be a good warm up for me.
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As long as you don't start grabbing at it when I'm done. Alright, what've you got there?
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Mostly things I've found around. Parts of clocks, TVs, [He picks up one sharp piece of metal.] I might have gotten this from the microwave.
Don't tell anyone I took that apart.
[Ray looks thoughtful.]
Well I'm going to need something to sharpen this if we wanna be really sure. I'd ask if the kitchen has a knife sharpener but that would defeat the point of building my own knife.
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Why would there be anything straightforwardly helpful here?
[ One little quip and it's off to business. ]
Found any mugs? Something ceramic? Seems like the kind of junk there'd be around here. If we have one of those, I could sharpen this pretty well.
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I didn't pick one recently, but I did use one when getting coffee this morning! I'll be right back.
[Ray just hecking... gets up and dashes to the kitchen like he's running a race, and less than half a minute later he's back with a mug.]
This should do great! Breaking it apart and sharpening the metal on the broke edge should work best, I think.
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[ She wants to start mapping out the bow she's making, but he's back before she can even start her planning. That crooked smile remains. ]
Exactly what I was thinking. No one'll miss it. Probably.
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So how's you're day going?
[He says as if this was a normal human situation.]
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Oh, you know. Woke up on an uncomfortable bed, boiling hot. Found a muffin for breakfast, mostly intact. Crafting a weapon that could very well save my life before noon.
It's the usual.
waking up
When approached, he blinks at Kim with all the bewilderment of a fawn.]
A- a refugee? [He's taken by surprise at her wording.] Um, no, ma'am. [A pause.] Should I be?