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

[triptoprofiling]

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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"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."

[ella_of_frell]

"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."

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"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."

[ella_of_frell]

"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."

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"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.

[ella_of_frell]

"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?"

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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.

[ella_of_frell]

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."