only listens to the radio to see who's alive

[blackmagus]

Who: Fortescue, and you
What: Now that things are slightly less dangerous, she's going to have a better look around. And find the bar. As you do.
When: Day 64, whenever.
Where: Anywhere in town.
Warnings: Nothing yet. Will update if necessary. Shameless flirting.

It's been a few days since Fortescue's arrival. Her arm's started to calm down, though the swelling at her wrists is still present. According to the little wristband, people are returning to normal. Which should be promising, of course, except that Fortescue can't help but wonder what's in store for the next time. Her mind has plenty of ideas — she's seen too many laboratories and camps for it to be quiet. So, to help work that off, she slips out of her hidey hole and back into town, determined to at least get her bearings. Now that she's at least half sure that she won't have to defend herself on every corner.

Jazz trots at her heels, the little black cat's eyes alertly taking everything in, as she learns the layout of this peculiar little town. It isn't large. She's not sure what to think about that. But perhaps that means less space to cram more subjects into. A smaller sample pool? Whatever the reason, Fortescue soon uncovers the bar. That, at least, she can be pleased about, if only as a space to escape to when the alcohol runs dry. (A frightening thought, which she tries not to think too much about.)

Her cat jumps to her shoulders as she wanders in to take a look around.

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[blackmagus]

"I really doubt your world wants some of them." Fortescue looks back up at Balthazar, with an amused grin and a raised eyebrow, when he mentions his theft. "Really? And how did that go?"

[tryingitall]

"Not bad, actually, at least at first. In retrospect I wish I had destroyed more of them than I did. I don't have them any longer."

He makes a mild grimace. "Er...do me a favor and don't mention that around town? There are one or two people I don't want hearing about it."

[blackmagus]

She doesn't ask what prompted the theft — he'd mentioned being a soldier, and not being a soldier anymore — as it seems slightly rude for a first conversation. But it's not the sort of thing she judges, either. There are a record number of defectors and spies in the War back home, mostly due to the usage of technology. Some find it undesirable. Fortescue, on the other hand, feels jealous of that choice — the choice of defection, or the choice of staying.

It's not something she can do; if she defects, she doesn't trust what they might do to her little sister. She owes Mirabelle a chance at a good future. It's what a big sister should do, she thinks. And after everything she's been through, would taking up a stand do anything? Most likely not. She doesn't even know who her real superiors are, and they would be the linchpin.

"Don't worry. I won't. Can't imagine how it would come up, anyway," Fortescue reassures, grin tapering into a smile. "Shame about not having them. This place seems a bit desolate, as far as tools for breaking out go."

[tryingitall]

"Yes, and I'm sure that's deliberate." He frowns distantly in thought, wondering what the horn that smashed the walls of Jericho could do to this little down. Probably for the best that it's not available.

"Mind you, I'm not in a hurry to go. If they would just let us be rather than playing with our heads, I'd be content to settle for a while. I like the ocean."

[blackmagus]

"Shame that it doesn't come with the standard tropical drink and umbrella," she jokes. "I suppose we get empty houses and experimentation instead." A thought occurs to her, then, about her arrangement to meet Ruby and see about a place to stay. Having an actual bed to sleep in sounds particularly grand. And being tipsy might not be the best first — second? — impression. For someone else, at least.

"Not that I'm not enjoying our conversation, but I need to go meet someone about one of those houses," she adds. "I'm partial to a roof over my head."

[tryingitall]

"Hmh. I suppose it could still be worse." He shakes his head slightly, smiling, then stands politely to bid her farewell.

"Understood, completely! I hope I'll see you around, though? I'm in House 11 if you get bored."

[blackmagus]

Fortescue gathers Jazz up in her arms; he makes a sleepy, grumpy mewl as a result, but doesn't attempt to squirm away. He's too comfortable, and simply offers a long-suffering expression about being moved.

"Of course." She grins. "You'd all have to work very hard to be rid of me. And I hope you feel better soon. I'll be in House 15, unless I manage to make a terrible impression."

[tryingitall]

"I'm not a very hard worker, so I suppose I'm stuck with you." He smiles, waving farewell as she departs.