OPEN— he's a real nowhere man

[winscenario]

Who: James T. Kirk & you!
Where: Panorama, diffusion zones, out on the road, etc.
When: Jim's first couple weeks in the game
What: Trying to get a couple new jobs and figure out this "earn money" thing, just exploring the area in general.

Warnings: None expected, but will edit if necessary!

(( starters will be in the comments, hit me up if you want to plot anything more specific! ))

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PANORAMA— candygram

[winscenario]

[ It's raining. On top of landing (loose meaning of the term) on a weird new planet by himself, no means of escape in sight, and having to figure out how to survive in a currency-dependent system without incurring too much debt, there's some crappy winter weather to contend with on top of it all.

Getting odd jobs around town has been easy enough, even if they don't pay all that well. Jim's just trying to get enough to pay for the bare essentials for the time being, so that's fine. But having to do them under persistent rainfall is its own kind of unpleasant that it makes him almost wish that it was snowing instead. Almost.

So he's looking in a great mood as he knocks on someone's door, a delivery backpack in hand, rain boots and jacket at least keeping him... only partly wet. He opens the backpack to extend a bag with a box of chocolates inside. ]

Hey. Delivery for you. [ Secret Valentine's chocolates. Seems like the last thing people should be worrying about around here, but alright.



Some options to further interaction can include—

• maybe an emergency happens in your room as Jim shows up (a pipe bursts, something's caught on fire, a window's broken)— and you could use a little help.
• a robbery happening down the hallway— get involved, don't? try to stop Jim from intervening or join him?
• it started raining pretty hard just before he got to your place, and now he is truly, soaking wet. sloshing in his boots and all. help him out yourself! ]

[imperatour]

[ The bouncer of the renowned (read: mediocre) strip club, Assets Management, is going to be a much happier woman once this holiday is over. Something about it has really inspired the sad, lonely patrons to shower the dancers with new forms of affection, even though Furiosa is entirely sure everyone would just prefer cash.

She keeps getting stuck at the back door, having to accept gifts from delivery men. Sometimes they're happy to hand it over to the bouncer herself, sometimes they insist on making sure it gets to the right girl (where Furiosa will just grab whoever is nearest and assure them that this is in fact Crystal/Bubbles/Angel).

She peers at the drenched delivery guy warily. ]

Who's it for?

[ In her hands, is a clipboard. On the clipboard is a printed out spreadsheet keeping a tally of something. All the dancers' names are written across the top of the columns, and each row represents a different gifts (flowers, candy, teddy bears, etc.) with tally marks in the intersection.

This is not to dole out the gifts. That much should be obvious because the half of the paper not taken up by the chart has a record of names and bets. The staff have made a betting board on various different factors. Which dancer gets the most gifts overall. Who gets the biggest gift from a single person. Who gets the weirdest or most disgusting gift. There's all sorts of bets to be made when you're bored. ]

[winscenario]

[ For what it's worth, Jim isn't even aware that it's a strip club until he gets there. There may be some level of curiosity on his end (especially when he's never really visited a club quite like this), but ultimately he's hungry, tired, a little cold from the rain and not particularly in the mood to try and argue with whoever answers the door.

He does appreciate a little less having to check the name of the recipient, but he doesn't argue, aside from a little eye roll and digging up his phone where he's typed down all the information pertinent to the delivery. He had a notepad, but. You know, it's raining, so it's dissolving in his pocket at this point. ]

Uh... Karma? One of your employees, I guess. [ Opening the backpack, he pulls out a bag with the gift box inside it. ] Here. Sorry, it's a little damp.

[ Not much he can do about that. Jim looks to be in worse state. ]

[ofgoldenthread]

( Empathic telepathy warning & opt-in/out if you need it! )

[ The door swings open, revealing a lithe and beautiful woman, dressed handsomely for the rainy weather in her tan coat and knit turtleneck sweater. A close inspection would reveal its fabrics are patch worked. She doesn't seem surprised that Jim is here (she keeps the Golden Threads thick around her home), or that she's receiving another anonymous Candygram. If anything, she seems a little tired of it. And maybe somewhat rushed, although her voice is level as she speaks: ]

Thank you, but I think 304 might prefer one of those this season. You can pretend it's from me. Here. [ She presses money and a small, collapsible umbrella into his hand – two things that she seemed oddly prepared for without even seeing Jim in his damp state. For a moment her eyes flick up, looking past him and revealing their sightlessness, followed promptly by the shattering of glass across the complex. Her head turns toward the sound. ]

I don't have time for this. Stay dry.

[ Aglaea slips past him, surprisingly quick, lacking an umbrella of her own now. The door closes and locks behind her. From her second story room, she is clearly running toward the sight of the shattering – unarmed, by the looks of things. ]

[winscenario]

[ She does look nicely dressed. Jim, on the other hand, hasn't been around nearly long enough to build himself a decent wardrobe, besides he's currently covered up in a rain coat and boots. Doesn't look especially fashionable, though at least he's mostly dry underneath his clothes.

He's almost surprised by how quickly the door opens, but he has no time to say a word before she's instructing him to give the gift away to someone else. ] Wait— [ He says while receiving the money and the umbrella, still processing. Would it make a difference if he delivers it elsewhere, when the recipient herself is telling him to? And paying him for it, to boot? He really could use the money.

Before he can say anything, though, a sound rings out down the hallway, and his attention turns to it, just like hers. Everything happens quickly— he doesn't have time to react, left only to watch her storm decisively down the hallway, his eyes widening. ]

Hey, hold on!

[ He drops the small pile in his hands to the floor, not even thinking about it. Package, money, umbrella. That all might be gone by the time he gets back, but fuck it. Guess he's doing it.

He takes off after her, hopefully before she gets herself hurt. ]

Hey! What are you doing?!

shut up

[magike]

For me?

( rowena chuckles, putting her hand over her heart as if she's truly touched by the gesture. she dips her head, looking into the bag before lifting her gaze again to him, a smile on her )

You're very kind. ( yes, she's totally assuming that he brought them rather than just delivered them ) Why don't we dry you off for your trouble?

( you're a dripping puddle on the carpet. a kindness in return? )

👀no

[winscenario]

[ Well, he wasn't expecting a familiar face, not when he's met so few people here so far. At least seeing her gets an immediate smile from him. Theirs had been a good first meeting. ]

Oh. Oh— no, these aren't from me. Sorry. [ The address also may be the wrong one, or maybe she has a secret admirer. He just doesn't want to take credit for it.

At her offer, though, he looks down at his absolutely soaked clothes, little pools of water inside his boots and all. He lets out a small sigh, and nods. ] I'd really appreciate that, actually.

PANORAMA— maintenance struggles

[winscenario]

[ Jim didn't really have the luxury of time when it came to picking somewhere to sleep. He's spent a couple nights sleeping in his car, but it's gotten to a point where it's just not practical or good for him, and he knows he needs somewhere at least a little steadier to rest and keep himself minimally decent. No one's gonna hire some guy who hasn't showered in a week.

Luckily, most motels are pretty cheap around here. Not so luckily, they're pretty rundown, especially in the area he's picked out. But it's not like he can afford anything better. There's a roof and windows, and a bed that has a mattress (old and worn, but it's a mattress), blankets and a pillow included. There's water... even if it's cold half the time.

That's an issue he's trying to resolve, which should explain him being sprayed with water as he walks across the hallways— maybe he's headed down to the front desk to ask for help, or he's coming back after a frustratingly pointless conversation with the person sitting there. Shaking off the excess water from his hair, he nearly bumps into someone else as he turns the corner. ]

Sorry— [ A neighbor, maybe? Jim decides to try his luck, and turns back to call out to the person before they walk down the rest of the hallway. ] By the way, I'm having an issue with my water. You don't happen to know of any repair person that could help?

FRINGES— chocolate river

[winscenario]

[ Exploring anywhere outside Panorama is more of a challenge, especially when he's on his own. But he doesn't know a lot of people just yet, and besides he's not planning to drive too far for the time being, not when he's still trying to learn the lay of the land.

He's heard interesting things about diffusion zones so far. Some concerning, granted, but overall he thinks it's well worth the risks he's taking out here. He fills the tank in his car to make sure he doesn't end up stranded out there, then drives.

And... drives. For a while. He'd gotten directions for a couple diffusion zones that were closer, but for some reason he can't find them anywhere. When something comes into view, though, he perks up. The mansion is not what he was looking for, but he's tired at this point, anything is a welcome sight.

But he's stumped by the chocolate river first. So... these diffusion zones really are as weird as he's been told. Maybe he comes upon another traveler here, and he suggests that they share the swan boat to cross the river— maybe you're even struggling to maneuver the thing and could use an extra pair of hands. ]

We could help each other?

[ Seems a reasonable enough offer, the way he sees it they've got better odds if they rely on each other.

Or maybe he finds you once he's already made his way across and is now exploring the mansion itself. Come upon him as he looks through the fridge in search of anything he can actually eat that doesn't require cooking (because he can't actually do that), or as he steps into one of the bedrooms, far more comfortable and welcoming than the room he's got back in Panorama.

Sorry, you'd taken this room already? Because Jim has no idea, and he's already sat on the mattress, bouncing a little as if he's testing it. ] Hm. Nice.