in a world you've grown | OPEN

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WHO: Agent Carolina + OPEN (+ state-named castmates)
WHERE: various
WHEN: Jan 5-9 or so?
WHAT: get adjusted + making friends
WARNINGS: n/a for now

a | check out the new training room fixture

[ in terms of familiarity, she'll take what she can get. the training areas are a damn good place to feel at home on a strange ship, so she's going to wind up a regular within her first few days.

there's a lot of time in the rooms set up for martial arts training, beating the shit out of a punching bag or pushing herself through drills. there's even more time on a treadmill, eyes ahead and focused on just keeping herself moving so this feels less strange unless someone takes up a space somewhere around her, when she'll give them a nod. if you're here two days in a row at the same time she is, she might comment on it. if you look like you know what you're doing with any particular skillset... well, she's probably going to comment on that, too. ]

b | being a loner in the atrium

[ it's been so long since carolina really had to be social. chorus doesn't count, being a warzone and all, so there was never anything as bustling as the common areas of this ship there. and besides, a war zone means never having to bother being out of her armour, but it's too weird to wear it here and so she isn't, but then she just kind of winds up feeling naked. there's no way to not feel weird about being here.

the shopping centre reminds her of having a life back before project freelancer went to shit. the residential areas remind her of the mother of invention. she can't live at the gym and her new job. so she's here, looking terribly awkward as she wanders the atrium, eventually finding a place to sit next to a pond and dip her hand into the water. if she looks like she can't quite remember how to enjoy a scene like this... well, it's because she can't. ]

c | she leaves wash alone for like ten minutes and this happens [ closed ]

[ at first it's just the this feels like the moi sensation that has her thinking that the man down the hall, a leash around an uncooperative cat, is someone she knows. surely, surely, wash isn't here and trying to walk a cat. but then he talks to the cat and oh god, it is him. on one hand, it isn't entirely out of the question that if she were dragged here, he would be too - they'd been fighting together back on chorus, along with the local armies - but on the other: really? ]

Washington. [ it's the explain command tone, coming from behind him, carolina's arms folded across her chest. it's not meant to question his presence here, just the cat. ]

d | fun police wildcard

[ maybe you're running in a potentially dangerous public area. maybe you're messing up a store's front display. maybe you're just being loud outside her room when she's trying to sleep and it's really getting to her. regardless of circumstance, you're suddenly getting a hand on your shoulder or a glare-down by a scary-looking redhead. ]

You need to stop.

[ or! if you're lucky, carolina's just lecturing someone else. hopefully she doesn't make that one npc cry in front of you. could be awkward. ]

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(a smirk at the hand on her arm, even laughing at the tug before she's twisting into it with a little turn — pulling carolina's arm snugly around her. aw.)

The friend option. Será un placer. (a tilt of her head, glancing over her shoulder.) If you wanted to dance, you should've just asked.

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[ carolina doesn't take her arm back right away, because as offended as she is by this, it will make it easier for her to guide this woman out of the store and hopefully far away from it. what she's going to do to try to keep tabs on her after that is another matter altogether, but this will have to do to start.

if she doesn't just give up and knock sombra out. that's also feeling like an option. ]

No, I tend to step on toes when I dance.

[doxing]

And that's 'cause you're a white girl.

(when they reach the automatic doors of the store, sombra twirls back out from carolina's arm with a outward stretch of her own — everything a presentation, showy for the redhead. leaves her bicep in that grip, though, that's not doing her any damage yet.)

I could teach you how, (hmm, eyes flicking down before raising to face green,) but you don't look like the type to try...

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I've tried plenty, I'm just not interested.

[ it was years ago, anyway, during what infrequent but precious downtime project freelancer gave to her and the others. some of her favourite people in the galaxy had been trying to get her to dance and she had, sometimes, but she has no interest in trying again.

so leading her new criminal friend out of the area with her grip squeezing tighter a moment it is. ]

[doxing]

Yeah, yeah, just manhandle me instead. Not even on the first date...

(shaking her head with a humoured curl at the corner of her lips. but that's quite enough of that.

the playful quality of her voice changes, uninterested in having a hand on her any longer. considering the amount of touch she does allow on a daily basis, especially one this commanding, it's a miracle she hasn't tried something sooner — all things come to an end, including her patience for the situation, next order sharp.)

Let go.

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[ the fact that it's a command makes carolina want to keep her grip on the woman just to be difficult. no one bosses her around without earning it. but she doesn't really have a reason to keep her grip, so there's a beat of silence and then her fingers uncurl, her own hand dropping down to her side. ]

I'm watching you.