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#FreedomFalls – January 16, 2016
Arielle weaves her way out of the spaceport. A bit unsteadily, mind—still getting her limbs to function again, after spending a fair bit of time crammed into a formerly-empty cargo bin. She shivers a bit—Freedom Falls is a far cry from the equatorial temperatures she’s grown accustomed to over her lifetime, and a patched-up jumpsuit doesn’t do much to defend against the chill. “Wh
ere is everyone?” she mumbles, eyes darting up to the level where buildings should be…and seeing open skies. No matter. Her pace quickens, and the girl steps out onto the main road. Brown eyes scan her surroundings, darting from person to person, between buildings… getting a feel for the lay of the land. Alley, probably has some way to get up to the roof. Excellent. Plan: 1. Get into
alley. 2. Find another layer of clothes, because it’s cold as hell (relatively speaking). 3. Get to roof. Time to see what this place looks like.
Iressa wanders on the main road, looking up from a small device in her palm and meeting the gaze of passerbys. She attempts small smiles though few take notice. Between fleeting expressions she seems vaguely lost or apprehensive, and her slow meandering doesn't suggest she's on her way to anything important. The young asari is very dressed down, in comfortable pants and grey jacket. She
looks down for a few moments, watching her feet long enough to stray into the path of a stranger and connect shoulders. Instantly she draws her hands up in apology, "Excuse me! I'm so sorry." She frets, taking the minor accident very seriously. Clasping her hands together, she can't help but notice she's actually looking down at someone for once.
A couple of beeps sound off from her omni-tool, causing the girl to grimace. Ah, well. Her head’s down, a little bottle-brush of a ponytail sticking up into the air. She’d managed to find a map or something… where did it— Before she has a chance to find it, someone wanders into her path. What would have been a yelp gets suppressed into a sort of strangled gasp. As she wheels around,
Arielle’s first instinct is to glance behind her, then above, and finally to get eyes on her unexpected road hazard. “Hey, watch it!” she calls, hands shaking slightly. Well, that’s harder to see, now that she’s curled them into fists and pressed them into her hips. Her hair brushes against the wall behind her as she glances behind herself again.