SEED 1 - Action and Text | UN: Stampede

[doubledollar]

WHO: Vash the Stampede + You!
WHERE: i. is within his labyrinth, ii. is on the libra app!
WHEN: 3/5
WHAT: Arrival things!
WARNINGS: post i. comes with warnings for panic/ptsd.



i. it wasn't supposed to be like this

[ the burning smell that's caused by machinery when it's broken well beyond repair isn't a scent anyone should be used to--much less something that one should have to experience more than once in their lives.

but he's here again. it burns again. he's not supposed to be here again--he'd remembered going to sleep, with plans on leaving town in the morning with his friend. but.

(a dream, it has to be a dream; his feet carry him down twisted and broken hallways of Home. The spaceship he'd been born in, where he'd spent his most precious days in and it's burning again, some doorways blocked with crumpled and collapsed parts of the ship-- where is? the exit?)

he's walked over dozens of photos littering the ground--partway burned and half-made memories of a young, golden-haired boy and his twin brother, a woman with jetblack hair
broken pieces of toys, from several phases of a child's life. most of them marred and unusable, unrecognisable until placed back together.

He finds himself at another blocked doorway, and the panic has started to set in hard: and finally, he finds himself calling out: ]

--Rem! Knives! [ his voice sounds ragged, desperate--his hands grabbing, finally, at a large piece of debris that blocks his way. despite how, normally, his physical strength is more than enough to move something like this... he feels so weak. Why? ]

--Wolfwood??? [ there's desperation in his voice, now. help. he needs help. he doesn't want to die here. not here, in a coffin made of his own personal hell. ]


ii. just help a guy out, please??

[ one way or another, he's managed to get out of the hell that is his labyrinth, and now he's got a general idea of what's going on, and what he's dealing with. honestly, it's weird being on a planet that's so lively and colourful, and ... free? he's excited about it, in a way, even if the anxieties about being far from home will likely stick in the back of his mind for a long while.

but he can't worry about that now. not when he's got other things on his mind, like...]

I'm just not a guy who feels right about getting a free ride, you know? I'll always offer a helping hand when a guy offers me a free meal, and stealing is just wrong. So.

Hey, nice t'meetcha! Name's Vash the Stampede! I'm just your ordinary wanderer, bodyguard, and ace gunman!
If you got any odd jobs, or know of how I can make a quick doubledollar or two so I don't feel like a mooch living off someone elses' goodwill, man--I'd really appreciate it.

I mean it. I'll even do your dishes. Something. Anything?

[ please. there's a donut shop down the street here and they wouldn't let him do odd jobs for a few pink icing pastries, he's dying. Help.]

Comments

text; un Libra

[monklookslikealady]

Well, another new arrival, I'm assuming.

Hello Vash. My name is Libra. I'm still relatively new myself, but I can help you out. Where are you in town?

[doubledollar]

[ huh. okay, like, he did expect an answer but now he's staring at the app as the Libra app answers and the username that comes up is... Libra. Wow, mr. president, it's an honour. ]

Uh. I'm kind'a new around here, I haven't memorized the roads and stuff yet, you know?? mr. libra sir.

maybe if i just.

[ here, you'll get a picture of some road signs and locations near where he's at--one of those photos including the holy donut shop he's going to become the number 1 customer of in the future.]

Does that help, your honour???

[monklookslikealady]

Uh, please don't call me sir. I'm not an important figure. [He's not Chrom or Robin, ok.

He pauses to look at the picture... although Vash can't see that.]

Ah, yes, that place. Give me a while and I can show up. I can answer questions while I head that direction, if you'd like.

[drewthetower]

you just got here didn't you?

[doubledollar]

...I didn't exactly hide that fact did I.

Can you at least give me a score of 1-10 of how cool I looked, anyway.

[drewthetower]

unsure, haven't seen you yet. it's just "dollars" here btw

un: shadowy; text

[areyuuserious]

[The first thing Yuu sends is a list of odd jobs regularly offered. They don't necessarily need it for themself now that they work for August, but they can't bring themself to drop the habit completely.

If nothing else, it helps for newcomers like this guy.]

I think this is everything I've seen around, currently, if this helps!

[doubledollar]

[ oh my god are you an angel

no you absolutely are, he's getting all teary-eyed as he's looking at this list he's just been sent and he doesnt know who you are but he could kiss you oh my god ]

i don't know who you are but i owe you my life

i'll name my firstborn after you.

[areyuuserious]

Oh, you don't have to do that or anything!! I'm just happy to help.

My name's Yuu, by the way. I've been in town for about a year. If you've got questions or anything, I'll do my best to answer!

UN: hikari-vi | text

[whiteshroud]

[Another guy looking for work. It's not like Jun had anyone that needed to be shot and he could protect himself, but hmm....]

Do you do writing commissions?

[doubledollar]

[ look, he's just not used to a world that isn't basically a lawless place with more bandits than ordinary folk. usually when you offer your services as a bodyguard or a laborer, people *jump* on it. ]

full transparency: i've never tried. but that isn't to say i won't. i'm actually pretty good at reading and writing and computer work and the like. my -- er, mother was into poetry and songs and stuff.

[whiteshroud]

Haha, that's ok! I'll take stuff from a novice.

How much money were you hoping for? Oh, and the currency here is just "dollars".

text: UN: hotgoss

[bebest]

[Zulius always needs extra workers in the theatre- and he feels like he's probably going to need MORE help with his current...infliction. Until he gets this zebra-bod thing squared up, he might need some more human-looking people on the staff.]

I MIGHT have some work but I have a super important question before I can put you in the "maybe" pile:

How hot are you? Scale of 1-10.

[He's not hiring non-hotties!!]

oh my god

[doubledollar]

[ he has no idea what kind of work you'll be offering, or if he'll even be suited for it, but to be honest--he's never turned down any kind of reasonable work before, so why would this be different.

Even if the pre-requisite is a bit weird. But you know what? He's FINE with that. Because he knows he's a looker, thank you very much.]

i have no idea what kind of work you have in mind and why it requires such a thing, but you know what? it's your lucky day! one moment, lemme-- get this set up....

[ give him a second to figure out how to take pictures on this thing, get a good pose and the best smile he can manage. ]

I'll leave it up to your opinion, but I'm basically No Man's Land's number one most eligible bachelor, thank you very much.

I'm so sorry

[bebest]

[Welp, Vash is sliding into the "smash" scale of "simp or smash". Lucky guy!!]

Okay, I can work with this! You're pretty!

Anyway, I have a theatre here, I always need staff for like, working at the bar or getting folks to their seats. Or offstage if that's more your thing but HA HA I don't know why you'd hide THAT behind the curtains.

I pay well AND I got dental. 'Cause having great teeth is the key to a great smile.

un: noxxed

[sassery]

ok question for you
have you done like
package/parcel delivery stuff before
i cant get shit atm bc of kaisou’s usual bs
basically me leaving my place is Not A Good Idea Right Now(TM)
i can pay in money or in food or w/e
since youre new right?
figured id offer a few options

[doubledollar]

[ oh hey, now that's a great response. it fills him with relief, honestly. noone asking him something weird. ]

actually, yes. i've been hired to travel with caravans to protect their supply, or been tasked to carry something between cities back home before.

i'm a bit of a wanderer, so moving from place to place and delivering things with me definitely isn't something that's odd to me at all.

if it helps keep you safe, too, i'm twice as inclined to help you. food is definitely the most important thing.

I'm so new, i'm still getting used to how bright everything is.

[sassery]

i promise mines easy
easier than aaaaany of that
no major transportation needed

oh its not to keep me SAFE exactly
more like sane
but thanks i appreciate it

basically i need papers from my office in the high school
uh
wait do you have schools where you are
its p easy to find if you need the location
i just need them so i can still do work while at home
the front desk should have them
just say youre there to collect nox millers stuff and theyll know what to give you
home is [INSERT LOCATION HERE]
you can just leave it at the door

oh wow
yeah so its usually like that during the daytime
night comes and weve got shit in the sky there too

uhhhhh as far as anything else
you got any idea on what you wanna ask for it?
food
money
something else?

i

[nmc0204]

[ When Ryoko steps into the boundary of the labyrinth and the stench of hot, overworked metal fills her nose she wonders, just for a second, if this means she's not on her own here anymore. Even among the countless other people who've ended up in this city, all of them have been strangers to her and while she's made her peace with it – prefers it, in some ways – something about it makes her worry. Makes her wonder if just maybe there's some reason she's the only one to make it here.

Pushing the thought as far out of her head as she can manage, Ryoko picks her way through the labyrinth, stepping carefully around crumpled debris and tattered photos. When the reek of torn up machinery gets too strong, she pulls the neck of her sweater up over her nose to try and filter some of it out, but she keeps pushing on.

If this is what she gets for not minding her own business, she just has to commit and see it through. Then she can shake her head at her own misfortune. ]

Hello? Is anyone here?

[ Her voice bounces oddly around the corridors, pounded into irregular shapes by the damage they took, but it does at least carry. ]

Hello?

Re: i

[doubledollar]

[ as someone who is absolutely pro at not minding his own business, he would absolutely sympathize with the poor girl who's made it inside the crashed ship that is his Labyrinth. Acting before you think is probably some sort of terminal disease that'll get you, one day.

The smell of acrid, burning machinery is paired with the sound of some sort of alarm going off, to boot--the sound of it somewhat broken, warbling and malfunctioning as the ship loses power, and were it any louder, Vash might not have heard Ryoko's voice calling out from somewhere in those broken, twisted halls.

His head comes up like a whip, seafoam green eyes dilating as he tries to figure out where the sound had come from. Letting go of the twisted piece of broken ship he had been trying to move, he instead tries to--figure out where that call had come from.

Fortunately, she calls out a second time. And it's loud enough this time for him to pinpoint--and start rushing toward. He doesn't recognise the voice, but if someone is alive aboard the ship, anyone--]

I hear you! [ he shouts back, desperate; please hear him, please be okay. ] Come--come this way, I think I can--

[ ah, there she is. Down one of the longer hallways, thats half collapsed with a large piece of some sort of vent having fallen out of the ceiling, half-obscuring the hallway, with not enough room for Vash to fit through. Augh. ] --You're not hurt??? Are you!

[ never thinking about himself first, as usual. ]

[nmc0204]

[ She hears the sound of heavy footsteps on metal coming towards her and lets herself have a moment of hope before an unfamiliar voice extinguishes it once again. Really, that was to be expected but... she's surprised by just how disappointed she feels. Not that she's going to let any of it show, of course.

Schooling her expression into something more neutral, Ryoko ducks down just enough to peer under the vent slicing the corridor in half – she could probably squeeze all the way through but it wouldn't do any good for getting both of them back unscathed. ]

I'm not hurt. By the looks of things, you aren't either. So I'm guessing this place was already in this state when you arrived.

[ Brisk and matter of fact as usual. ]

text | UN: Thorn

[poisontippedcure]

The city often offers up odd jobs, although emphasis on the 'odd.' Some of them are fine. Some of them are...

[Flashback to being saved by a bunch of geocachers.]

I believe many places in the city are hiring. I recommend getting a job at an actual store.

Re: text | UN: Thorn

[doubledollar]

[ he's not against odd jobs! but... he'd rather not do something that'll end up hurting people. he's gonna focus on her trailed off sentence, wondering if that's what she was suggesting. He looks uncomfortable for a moment before choosing to respond. ]

I've done some real 'odd' jobs before, believe me. I'm not terribly picky.

Working at a store seems fine, too, I'm just a bit... worried about that. I don't, eeeh... well. Working at a store requires you to know what the products are, mostly, right...?

[ this world is a mystery. ]

un: eve

[playtag]

[A wandering gunman looking for money... That reminds Eve of home a little.]

There is a list of missions on Libra.

It's not the most reliable, but if you can succeed, you'll be rewarded.

[doubledollar]

[ ace gunman. ace. that part is important! ]

Hoh?? On this app, really?? I didn't know there was something like that, really??

Man, this is the coolest piece of tech I've ever seen. I gotta' look into this.

So long as, er, the jobs don't require hurting anyone.