thespherelogs | 001. Open. Entry.

Who: Enis Edrin. & You.
What: Arrival to the Spheres.
Where: Anywhere within the City. However no area is under constant bombardment.
When: May 27th. thru. May 31st.
Warnings: Blood. Self mutilation. First prompt. Others are fine. Swearing because Enis does that.

Arrival: Closed to One Person.

[Her arrival is a jarring experience.

There are two people standing in front of her, attempting to explain the situation but Enis is panicked and unable to process everything that's going on. She runs. Dashing through the domes until she stops at the edge of one of the sphere's. She stares at the water in horror just as the buzzing in her head whirls to life. Enis feels the golden implant behind her ear and her panic surges and shifts into fear.]

No. Not like this.

[Her nails bite into the golden metal device behind her ear, digging through skin to remove the new addition to the systems in her head. The instant she begins to hurt herself her eyes flare red and dark bloody tears begin to pour down her cheeks. Her fingers loosen and move to her lap as if she's suddenly a lifeless doll.

Critical alert.

System override.

Enis feels the subtle steady whirl at the back of her thoughts as she blinks away the red hue to relieve the vibrant blue that circles her iris's. She doesn't move and doesn't seem to concerned with the fact that she's bleeding.]

Exploration: A Drink.

[It doesn't take her long to calm down and find a place to drink. Enis doesn't have money but after a quick run in with a local she finds herself with a decent collection of stolen cash to fuel the nights escape. She can't get drunk without something stronger than the liquor found on earth but there is no reason not to put in the college try.

She orders a glass of whiskey, quickly downs it and then orders another.

Everything about being here sucks and it's for reasons that she can't explain. She needs to start planning... after tonight. Tonight, she just wants to forget that this clusterfuck is even happening.]

Tour: Closed to Rhys.

[Enis is dressed in the attire that she had arrived in. Worn dark blue jeans hug tightly to her legs while a black leather belt circles her hips. Her shirt is a thin strappy black tank top and over top of that is a black leather jacket. With her boots, she's wearing far too much black to be fashionable. Her lips are a pale pink while her skin looks like it's made of pale porcelain and has never seen the sun.

There is a thin wound starting behind her ear, curving down the side of her neck. Nail marks. They have been slowly healing and in a few weeks will be too faded to notice but for now, they're red and angry but no longer bleeding.

She waits just outside of the residential domes. Enis tries not to think about her current living situation but it bothers her. She isn't used to living with people and she doubts that she likes it. It's something she'll deal with later. For now, she needs information and while she doesn't completely trust Rhys, he understands her situation better than most.

Hopefully he'll be able to help.

Enis glances up when she hears footsteps coming towards her.]

Looks like you found me. [It's her way of saying hello.]

Wildcard.

[ooc: This is that wildcard option. Feel free to plot with me here if you want to do something other than this and have your characters meet Enis!]

Threaded | Flat

[Dodger had been invisible, but from the looks of things he doubts it would make a difference if he hadn't been. He watches the girl mutilate herself with mild interest - nothing he hasn't seen before, but surprising to see it here.

He guesses he should do something about this. No one else is going to.

A trail of loose sparks passes behind Enis, and materializes into Dodger. Before anything he nudges her gently with his foot - if she doesn't immediately lash out and attack him, he'll be stooping down to check the damage to her head.]

[Since arriving in the Sphere, Rhys has begun foregoing his full suit, sticking to his black dress shirt with the sleeves rolled, a fitted gray vest, and his customary dress pants with only the one leg pin-striped. His boots don't make him much taller, but he doesn't need more height.

He walks casually, in no rush to get to their agreed-upon meeting spot. When he finally sees Enis, he grins and waves.]

Hey there. Ready to see the sights?

[He offers his robotic elbow, playing the part of the gentleman.]

[Everyone knows the best place to learn anything is a tavern. Lips are loosened with drink, and Loki needed answers. Starting out in a new place with deception and no backup plan was foolhardy, though, and so it was Loki himself, dressed in an otherworldy but casual outfit of deep grays and greens, walks into the bar. He's tried many means of escape so far, including simply calling for Heimdall to even turn his gaze on him, but to no avail. Wherever he'd fallen, it was far indeed, but the concern over his predicament didn't show on his face. Instead, as he takes a seat at the bar and orders a glass of wine, he's all smiles. He has no money, and has no intention of resorting to pick-pocketing. He's fully confident he can charm himself into a round paid.

And here was someone who needed to forget. Things that needed to be forgotten were useful. He shifts his expression to one of concern as he turns toward her.]

Rough night?

Arrival

Tour

Exploration: A drink