legionworld | softly, with grace [open]

Who| Rebecca & OPEN
What| After adjusting to culture shock, Rebecca is released to the world at large! Surprise, she's still overwhelmed.
Where| Around the tower!
When| Her first day or thereabouts, sometime after TTHS!
Warnings/Notes| None!

[Crew Quarters, generally around]

It’s just her luck to finish fighting one dragon and end up in some bizarre otherworld before she’s even made it back to the ship home.

...Actually, it isn’t, she thinks to herself. Normally her luck is pretty good, and she can’t imagine what she’s done in her life to deserve waking up in a death void and then finding herself surrounded by steel magic. But she’s over it! She’s definitely over it. It's been enough time that she's accepted this, and how could she not? She has people to help...people who aren't even here, but even people who are here. Rebecca never thought her soldier life would bring her to this point, but...you don't need a reason to help people, not when she's in such a position to do so. Becoming a Legionnaire had been the right thing to do, she's sure of it.

She’s inside the ship (or miniature planet, whatever, adjusting), she has her room and everything. Crew quarters aren’t much different than a tent (, she lies to herself)...and Legionnaires aren’t much different than fellow soldiers, and...

No, no, it’s all completely different, but she's going to get used to it! Just because it's different doesn't mean it's bad. Well, it's not good, she'll just figure it out! She settles on leaving her bow and arrow in her room and heading out on a walk to familiarize herself with everything. If anyone so much at looks at her for more than a half-second, she’ll greet them with a slightly hesitant, but still smiley:

"Excuse me...if you’re free, might I have a moment of your time?"

[Mess Hall]

The first thing Rebecca does in this new place is load up her tray with vegetables that look familiar to the ones she knew from back home. Well, or the ones that looked mostly similar. She’s not about to take her chances on that melon(?) with polka dots or the fruit she’d assumed was an orange until someone cut into it and revealed it was blue inside. What a ...wonderful place.

She’s ready to make her way to a seat, admiring how quiet the mess hall seems to be at this hour, when she notices that the ground is coated in some sort of slimy gelatin paste that someone had spilled previously. Just from looking at it, she knows it’s going to make a gross mess if she slips in it...and it’s too late to stop walking, her eyes going wide as she realizes she’s about to walk right into mess she’ll have to clean off of herself. Eyes on the wall, she just thinks at the last millisecond that she needs to get away, and—just like that, she vanishes in a flash of flame that disappears as quickly as it came.

The new problem is that she finishes putting her foot down as soon as she reappears, and the only thing in front of her is a wall. She immediately walks into it, hitting her head, and stumbles back. To everyone else, it probably looks like she burst into flame and then walked into a wall, but there was a very unfortunate chain of events there, and she looks mortified. The tray of vegetables she'd been holding onto just drops onto the ground with a clatter, and she hurriedly scoops them back on. Rebecca miraculously manages to say a few words before taking the quickest exit—hopefully someone will come and say something before she walks out, everything is the worst.

"Oh...oh, you idiot!"

Either way, she still needs to eat, and later she can be found standing next to a vending machine and eating whatever’s available inside of it. She looks exhausted and in need of a proper meal, but she will persevere. She can't afford not to.

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Wash is heading back to quarters after a stint in the training room. Eventually, he's going to figure out the holograms well enough to recreate some of the training sims FILSS ran on the Mother of Invention (or he'd just swallow his pride and ask for a tutorial); for now, the punching bag is a good substitute. He's got gym clothes on and a towel around his neck, casually reading faces as he goes, and- huh. She looks new.

And she's talking to him. Okay, then.

He stops and turns back to her. "Sure. What's up?"

Finally, it's a normal response! She has a chance not to say something embarrassing or get confused. It's still disorienting, even if she'd been held an extra few days to have the "future in a nutshell" explained to her. This man seems like he might be in a hurry to her, but she'll take when she can get.

"Oh, it's nothing urgent," she prefaces, just in case he is indeed busy. "I'm new here, and I'm trying to introduce myself and see what's here."

It's nothing urgent, says the young-looking girl who just arrived and asked a complete stranger for help. It's nothing urgent. Uh-huh.

"How about this: give me five minutes to clean up, and then I'll answer what I can. Sound good?"

Oh. Maybe she is interrupting his day, then? But he says it's fine, so she'll take him at his word. She isn't so meek to assume she's being an inconvenience if he says she isn't.

"Ah...alright! I'd really appreciate that, sir...?" She'll wait for his name or the inevitable refusal of the title. "Where would you like for me to wait?"

Either way, she appears a bit brighter than she had before.

"Call me Wash. And-" She probably doesn't know where anything is, which means suggesting a meeting place will be pretty much useless. Um. "Just...hang out around here, and I'll be right back."

He waits for an assent before heading back to his quarters. Sonic showers don't take long (which is about the only positive thing he has to say for them, because they're still just weird), and he pulls on fresh clothes, forgoing his armor for now, and heads back into the hallway. Hopefully she'll still be there.

Wash. Like. Doing the laundry? Hm.

"Alright, I understand. I'll wait out here for you."

Rebecca has yet to learn how strange bathing without water is. When she finds out that there's a pond and stream at her habitat, she'll be thankful for it. For now, she's blissfully aware of just how waterless and vegan the future is.

She's still waiting there when he gets back, so she smiles.

"Sir Wash! Thank you for coming back."

Bathing without water is strange to just about everyone who's not native to this weird spacefuture dimension. She'll find out soon enough.

Sir Wash brings him up short, and wow is he glad nobody else heard that. "Just Wash is fine," he says after a moment. If the title is any indication of when she's from, then he's going to have a lot of tech-related explaining to do. But first things first. "And I don't think I ever got your name."

"Alright. Just Wash, then." That's a relief to her as well, and a little familiarity between the two of them will help keep her less tense. "My name is..."

And then she pauses. She's not entirely sure which name she's supposed to give him.

"Which name am I supposed to give you? I don't...I've never had a second name before."

Okay, that makes sense. "Yeah, code names are weird," he says with a shrug, as though he hasn't been going by a project-assigned code name for years. "Normally, people use their real names in here and code names when we're out in public. Out there, I go by Freelancer."

"They are, aren't they? I'm glad I'm not the only who thought so." To her, it feels almost dishonest. She's relieved to hear it either way, and she feels much more comfortable giving her real name now that she has a clearer idea as to how that works. "My name is Rebecca. It's nice to meet you, Wash."

"Nice to meet you too, Rebecca." He gives her a small smile. "A pretty good rule of thumb is that if someone introduces themselves with their codename first, they've probably been doing this for a while."

He glances up the hallway, then back at Rebecca. "Do you have any questions, or do you want the tour, or..." Yeah, he has no idea what to do next. This is why he's not usually the welcome wagon.

"Ah...I hadn't thought of that! What a clever way of telling." It makes sense to her; if she'd been here for a while, she might be more comfortable introducing herself as Bracer. But she's not, so she'd much rather be Rebecca.

"Oh, is there a tour?" At that, her face brightens. She can't believe she missed that! She nods in reply, her gaze focused right on Wash, unwavering. "I had no idea. That would be really useful, I think!"

Word choice. This is absolutely why he doesn't normally do the welcome wagon thing. "Well, not officially, but I can show you around. Is there anyplace you've heard about that you want to find?"

"An unofficial tour is alright with me!" She's not picking up on the fact that there isn't, mostly because a tour would be so convenient. Her eyes light up as she remembers something. "Ah, but do you know where the, um, 'nerds' are?"

Wash just blinks for a moment. He can practically hear the scare quotes around nerds - it's pretty obvious Rebecca doesn't exactly know what she's asking for. "Depends. What do you need them for?"

"Well...I might not look like it, but I'm in need of a weapon. I don't know how far the one that's come with me will carry or how effective it is in the...future."

What kind of Bracer would she be without a bow?

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