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[backdated open log] I quietly observe standing in my space

Who: Norman Jayden and you.
When: Option "A" is backdated to November 2nd while the option "B" takes place on November 24th.
Where: Option "A" takes place at SPPD HQ. Second option is anywhere. Pretty much anything goes. I'm trying to snag all the CR.
Summary: Stuff, man. Stuff happens.
Warnings: None as of yet. Will update when necessary.

A → Thursday, November 2nd [From morning to early evening]
SPPD Headquarters

Same business, different environment. Nothing felt out of place.

At least, that's what Jayden kept telling himself. The busywork kept him occupied even if it did entail long, tedious paperwork. Sometimes he would find himself slowing down from the occasional headache or sore muscles for that matter. A person can be cooped up inside of an "office" for so long even though he was theoretically working on Mars. Don't overdo it. That's all you gotta do, right?

Just one quick break. That's all Jayden needed to get the blood flowing again. Where he was walking towards he had no idea, really. He would pass by the other offices and take a quick glance at the open or slightly cracked doors. Then there was the vending machine. Obvious place to take a break but Jayden's legs felt reluctant to stop there. Then again, somethin' salty sounded real nice right about now. Or maybe sweet. Before he realized it, he found himself in front of the damn thing debating between "D7" or "B2".

B → Sunday November 25th [early afternoon-???]
???

Jayden was willing to roll the dice on this one. Little did he ever go out to explore the city on his own. Maybe for the occasional errand or two but that was about it. His job was beginning to occupy a majority of his free time. There was this one bookstore with a little cafe inside he liked to visit whenever he had the chance. The coffee they made had to be be strongest blend in the whole god damn world. Not even cream would soften the punch. But where else can he go?

Uptown, downtown...who knows. Perhaps he needed to approach this with more direction. Have a fuckin' plan at least. This always happened whenever he stopped working. Work or ARI. ARI or work. The two were synonymous. If he didn't use ARI for work then he used ARI to kill time. When he didn't use ARI then there were other work-related items to take care of. Take the two away and Jayden would have no idea what to do with himself.

So there he stood. Not sure what he should do next.

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Ella was out exploring too, for that matter, although she wasn't alone. Kyra, her wolf, was always with her - or near enough. No leash or anything though, Ella apparently trusted the animal enough to not run off.

Or she just didn't have a leash. Either or.

She was looking rather pensive, wandering by Jayden, only to - peripherally at least - take note of his at a loss-ness. Enough that she turned with a faint smile, and took a step back towards him. "Excuse me, but are you alright?"

'I should probably go back home' he thought to himself. The cold and him never got along well. Jayden can already feel his nose being congested. Still...it's a little nice to finally clear his head. So much so he doesn't realize that question is directed towards him. Not until his head shifts over to where Ella is staring.

"Huh?" Between getting caught off guard and noticing the wolf besides her, Jayden looks a tad quizzical.

"Yea- I uh...I'm fine. I'm fine" he sniffs. The cold already turning his nose pinkish.

"I just needed to stop for a sec."

Edited 2012-12-01 06:02 (UTC)

Lookin' a little RUdolphy there Jayden. Ella smiles sympathetically, "Just getting some fresh air then? I can relate- just getting my bearings myself. But you're looking a little chilly if your nose is any indication," she taps her nose, bemusedly.

"I don't mean to be a busybody, but you should take care not to get sick this time of year."

Weird. Tell a guy he is starting to look a little nippy and all of a sudden it feels as if the temperature has dropped by 10 degrees. It only makes his hands burrow deeper into his coat pockets.

"You're right" he exhales.

"I think if I stand here any longer, I might just lose it" pulling a wry smile at her. You know, feeling this chilly really doesn't measure up to the fact that there is a wolf right besides her, just hanging around like no one's business. Stay the course, Jayden. A wild animal is nothing compared to the utter insanity this city likes to dish out.

"Nice pet." Norman Jayden: Making smooth subject transitions since 1996.

Oops? Ella smiles lightly, "Well we can't have that." She glanced at the cafe she stopped near, and motions with a hand, "Here, allow me to at least treat you to a coffee or something. My way to make up for stopping you out in the cold like this."

At least he can warm up a little. At the comment about her wolf, she chuckled, glancing at the large animal. "More of a friend, to be honest - but thank you. Her name is Kyra."

Huh, well that's that. As long as Kyra isn't going on a rampage, there really is no harm. The law enforcement side of him says otherwise but Jayden is willing to make an exception.

The idea of a hot drink sounds nice right about now but he already feels guilty to have someone be that concerned.

"Thanks but you really don't have to." Damn sniffles. Why did he have to be pulled in this time of the year?

"Really, I don't mind." Ella assured him. "Unless you're going to be late for an appointment or something?" She really would feel bad if he caught cold because of her. After all she'd been pulled into this place when she wasn't dressed appropriately either.

Fortunately she'd managed to get some warmer clothing since her arrival, otherwise it would probably be her with the sniffles too.

"No, I'm available. It's just-- I was actually thinking of picking up some soup on the way. I hear coffee only makes the congestion worse."

Now he just feels really bad. It's real nice of her to go out of her way for a complete stranger like him but Jayden could never find himself taking such a gesture for granted. On the flip-side though he's probably coming off as some dismissive prick.

Ella would never call someone a dismissive prick! Or even think such things. If nothing else, she supposed he just... didn't want coffee. Or maybe he was wary of people and their wolves, who offer free food.

"Well it is a cafe - you could probably get soup there too." She mused. "Assuming they offer such things in a place like that." She paused, peering through the window of the cafe. "I can't imagine that they wouldn't sell it in this weather."

"Wouldn't be surprised" he says, also peering into the cafe window as well. Probably your standard chicken noodle or tomato basil. Not that he is too particular about his soups. They all taste the same when his taste-buds decide to go on hiatus whenever he felt sickly.

"But let me get this one. I'd feel a lot better if I did."

Talking about soup was starting to put Ella in the mood to get something herself, come to think of it. Enough that she glanced at the wolf at her side, briefly, and then back to Jayden. "Well - all right, if you insist." He could have told her to move along and she'd have had no choice to do so- but he hadn't. She reaches for the door, offering a pleasant smile to Jayden. "I'm Ella, by the way."

He lets out a brief sigh of relief. It's odd. Almost funny actually when he thinks about it. It would have been easy to just say no and then politely walk away. Ella doesn't know Jayden and Jayden doesn't know her; no consequences here. But...it's cold as shit. Santa Claus would have a hard time telling him and Rudolph a part with that shiner on he's got. So, why not?

So he nods, walking closer towards the door. "Ella. Nice to meet you. I'm Norman."

[ooc: i am so sorry for the delay! real life affairs got the best of me. D:]

"A pleasure, Norman." It really was cold out. She might have to start investing in warmer coats, but she was more focused on her tasks ahead. As she sauntered up to the counter, she debated between ordering a soup or some hot chocolate - and quickly decided on the mint hot chocolate. It sounded like something Mandy would make.

"So Norman; if you don't mind my asking, what do you do here?" Besides standing out in the cold getting a cherry red nose?

[ It's no problem! ^^ *pats!* ]

"I'm a detective for the SPPD. Nothing out of the ordinary you would expect in a place like this."

He is a step behind Ella as he peers up at the menu. A lot options to chose from but he's going to stick with his guns and orders a small lemon tea when he approaches the clerk.

[Thanks! c:]

"No, they seem to fit right in in this type of era, don't they?" Pausing to collect a napkin for her cup because damn that be hot, she tilted her head. "Did you do that kind of work where you're from?"

"Sure, I guess-" Decidedly grabbing a few napkins himself.

"Lot of people here come from all different times and places. Which means a lot of clash in ideologies. In other words, a typical in any law enforcement settin'." He takes a sip as he walks over towards a small table for two.

"Me? I'm just a profiler who works for the FBI in some alternate universe as you'd call it. I couldn't see myself doing anything else."

"I think you're one of the few lucky ones at least, being able to find something so similar to your prior positions. Not as much culture shock." On finding such a table, she sets her cup of cocoa down, carefully pulling the chair back for herself so it doesn't even so much as squeak, before sitting down.

"I'd be one of those people who comes from a different time and place - and it isn't so much the ideology as ... the everything, to me." She laughed. "But I'm adaptable."

"I don't think luck has anything to do with it" settling himself down on the chair, he props his elbows on top the table and slouches over his hands. "My background only narrowed the job search." Norman did amuse himself with the thought of scrapping the whole profiler business to become a baker. But then reality (and a few chasers) finally sobered him up.

"For all I know, you're probably way more versatile than I am. Different backgrounds or not."

"I don't know about that," Ella grinned in quiet amusement. "Unless you count being able to stitch tiny, neet little stitches in cloth and taking twenty minutes to write my name really really elegantly."

A pause. "That's a slight exaggeration, it's probably more like ten minutes, actually. Skills like that don't have much call in the world, unless it's to draw notice of a suitor, anyway. Actually, funny enough, I seem to have found myself working at the Uzushio Ryokan. Mostly as an attendant - but it's not what I would have seen myself as doing back home."

"Yeah, I heard about that place" he folds hands around his cup, already starting to feel the surface cool down.

"Then...what's your place like? They have living dragons running around like this?" He jokes but oh how little does he know about the universe.

"Good things, I hope!" Ella grins, pausing to mull over the fragrance of the hot chocolate. Mm, minty. Just like home.

"Not nearly as technologically advanced or ...crowded, back home. But no, the dragons are in an entirely different region. They don't live around humans." She pauses. "There are dragons here?"

He shakes his head. "Just an exaggeration."

The idea though didn't seem so far off for him. If there are people with superpowers and the entire foundation of this city is built on science grounded principles only found in science fiction then it would be no surprise to see a couple of dragons hanging around. His eyes draws over to Kyra.

Not too far off at all.

"Sounds real peaceful though" Taking another sip of his tea.

Kyra was being a good wolfie, curled up at the door of the cafe and watching people walk by. Though most who want to go into the cafe have to step OVER her because she decided to block the entrance with her big body.

"It is, relatively. It has its share of moments of danger, like the ogre attacks. But there weren't that many, and the knights kept the townspeople well protected from their patrols."

Alan always explored. Although he hadn't been going out as much as when he first arrived -mostly on account of figuring out what the hell was going on- he still liked to get a breath of fresh air every now and again once he'd 'settled in.' And considering that he'd been spending a little too much time cooped up, it was time to get out.

Being from Manhattan, Alan enjoyed walking. He'd been so at ease with knowing his way around the streets and no need for a car on account of the subways, Alan enjoyed traveling on his feet. Even though this place was nothing like the Big Apple -and there was only so much to see- Alan still continued around familiar streets looking for new things.

And that's when he spotted someone standing there. Normally, Alan would go about on his way, ignoring them as he passed by, but Siren's Port was different. And maybe Alan was really bored.

"You look like you need help."

"I-"

Jayden didn't realize how much he sticks out like a sore thumb with that blank stare he is giving up towards the skyline. Must be one of those moments where his head gets too wrapped up by everything around him. Like a tourist without the whole 'walk, take a picture, walk again' bit.

"I uh- pardon?"

"Lost?" There's a smirk on his face, "or are you just enjoying the sky?"

Alan didn't really know if Jayden was lost or not, enjoying the clouds passing by, whatever, but the posture and the expression had told Alan otherwise.

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