Arrival in Hell The last thing South recalls is the mission with North and Carolina, banging around in the back of the pelican as Niner hit every space pothole possible. Then she's waking up...here? Wherever 'here' is. She's up in a frenzy, grabbing for her pistol and scanning the room quickly for any threats. But her hand comes up empty after groping her hip for a second where it should be. Well, fuck it, she can fight, raising her fists in a fight-ready stance as soon as it clicks that she's unarmed.
All she sees is flickering panels, foliage, a jacked up fountain. The place looks like hell, and while the tall buildings and technology aren't really anything new to her, she knows she hasn't been here in her life. It's like ruins, deteriorating and abandoned. It looks clear of anyone, any enemies, but she's not trusting that for one second-
Oh. What the fuck is that?
South's gaze falls on the orb, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at it a moment. It...feels weird. Like it's drawing her closer, her boots dragging slightly in resistance as she's pulled towards it. She doesn't want to touch it, but goddamn if her hand isn't lifting anyways to caress it. She probably looks like she's frozen all of a second, just standing there as the flash of information floods her. But she staggers back after just a breath, a hand moving to her forehead as she tries to grasp what the hell is going on.
As her head is spinning, unable to make sense of the situation, she hears a noise. The what's and why's can wait, she spins to face the sound, muscles all tight and fists tightening in anticipation for danger. She doesn't call out to whoever is there just out of sight, she keeps quiet as she inches back towards the fountain, planning to use it as cover if she needs to.
Shopping in The City
South isn't sure what to make of this place, of the stupid info-bomb orb, or any of it. She's actually fairly sure she's either straight up dead and this is some kind of purgatory, or she got knocked out and is having a very intense coma dream. Whatever it is, the nip of chilly air feels real, and the gnawing in her stomach does too. There isn't much in the way of choices. Either she can wait it out and see if she dies, possibly again. Or scavenge for supplies while waiting this out, see if she wakes up from a coma induced hallucination or if she is stuck here and really does need them.
So she scavenges. So far, she's gotten a decent pair of boots, they're a little long in the toe but they lace up past her ankle so it's fine. She's found some alright enough clothes, a pair of jeans that fit a little short and a shirt that's a little tight, but they'll work fine for now. The jacket she found has holes in a couple places, but it blocks the cool air out well enough. Between these finds and her undersuit, she feels somewhat comfortable to look for other things. She's even managed to scrounge up a sack, and with no holes! It only has a few heavily worn spots. Now she just needs to fill it with useful shit.
Feeling naked without a weapon or even her armor, she hangs back a safe scouting distance, eyes scanning the storefront for any movement. She's seen way too many people in the hotel, which she pointedly avoided, but this storefront seems safe so far. No movement for the last several minutes, at least.
She hustles inside quickly and quietly, sack ready in one hand, the other hand poised to start digging through the mess of shelves to find something. She's elbow deep in some rubble, fishing out metal to see if anything can be crafted into a weapon, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Pausing to focus on listening, she makes out the sound of footsteps approaching. South pushes up from the spot she's been kneeling, stepping quietly as possible to slip behind the shelf, peering out around it just enough to see who or what is coming.
Starduck, The Space Duckling
With her precious sack of supplies slung over her shoulder, South trudges along to continue her endless search for goodies. She's layered up, probably too much, with her undersuit, pants, shirt, and jacket. But she's not setting a single thing down and risking it disappearing. So far, the people around here seem alright enough. She's certain she can take any one of them, but they mostly seem as lost as she is with this whole ordeal and not really a threat.
Still. She's not trusting any of them. To the point that, even with the hotel seeming to be the most popular spot to tuck in for the night, she's been only somewhat resting in various other buildings around. Ones without people near when her guard is slightly down. She doesn't stay long anyways, just enough to let her get adequate rest so she can stay alert. Then she's off again, like she is now.
At least she's not lurking anymore, trying to stay in the shadows or ducking behind hiding places when she hears another person. No, she's just moving along, boots giving a soft thud as she continues. But the steps stop abruptly as her attention is entirely thrown for a loop. A ship. More than one. An actually fucking ship?!
South runs up to one and- fuck. It's locked. She checks a couple more, hope startling to fizzle, until at long last, one allows her to open it. The Starduck. Weird fucking name, but she couldn't give less of a shit. She tracks dirt along with her, eyes peering over every fancy detail on the way in. It's shiny, lavish, like a luxury ship from back home. Still, while she could do without the bells and whistles, if it can fly, that's all she cares about.
She's hoping to find the cockpit first, she's no pilot but UNSC training had them run a couple courses. It can't be that different, right? However, the first door she pops open looks like the barracks. Or bunks. A place to sleep. She eyes the beds skeptically, a real mattress? Seriously? She might scream. Her hands move to touch dirty palms over one of the bunks, slipping to press into the bed to see if it's really, actually soft. God, her back is singing hymns already.
Of course, though, just as she's starting to feel the little bubbles of hope build in her chest, they're popped as she hears someone else wandering up her way. She adjusts her sack still hanging over her shoulder, the small smile over a real bed melting into a half scowl as she waits to see who's bothering her now.
She's no Electrician but...
Alright! South has a set of clothes over her undersuit, has managed to find another set that she has tucked safely in her sack, and while she's dubious of the food she's gathered, it seems edible enough for now. While sleeping arrangements are still...being made, she decides to take a stab at this power issue going on. Some steady electricity will be good in general, but especially if winter is coming.
So, she picks a building that seems pretty deserted after her good hour of watching, and heads on in. After some searching, she locates the breaker in a back room, possibly an old laundry room but she's not sure. She doesn't have tools, and that's step two, find something safe to poke at electric shit without dying.
Hesitantly, she squirrels away her sack of supplies, then sets out to explore the building for said tools. She's still not bothering to sneak or be quiet, thumping her boots across the floor as she moves through the first room. After not finding any tools, or other goodies to haul back to her supplies, she hauls herself into another room and-
Oh. It's not an empty room, shit. She stands in the door way, sizing up the person before she bluntly lets out, "Who are you?"
Does This Thing Use Electricity?
[South has gone through every single program and pixel of this tablet, and it's absolutely zero help with any useful information to her. Alright, that's not fair, she is pleased with the info on the flora and fauna, and other people, and all of that. But it doesn't spell out how to get home right now this instant- so, its stupid. At least she knows it works, she's seen other people posting shit, so, she'll give it a shot, sending out a typed post.]
This is Agent South Dakota, looking for any members of Project Freelancer or the UNSC.
[Now, she had considered not giving any information or names out so openly, but if anyone she knows might be here, she wants to be nose to nose with them as soon as possible.]
Agent South Dakota | Red vs Blue | OTA
The last thing South recalls is the mission with North and Carolina, banging around in the back of the pelican as Niner hit every space pothole possible. Then she's waking up...here? Wherever 'here' is. She's up in a frenzy, grabbing for her pistol and scanning the room quickly for any threats. But her hand comes up empty after groping her hip for a second where it should be. Well, fuck it, she can fight, raising her fists in a fight-ready stance as soon as it clicks that she's unarmed.
All she sees is flickering panels, foliage, a jacked up fountain. The place looks like hell, and while the tall buildings and technology aren't really anything new to her, she knows she hasn't been here in her life. It's like ruins, deteriorating and abandoned. It looks clear of anyone, any enemies, but she's not trusting that for one second-
Oh. What the fuck is that?
South's gaze falls on the orb, narrowing her eyes suspiciously at it a moment. It...feels weird. Like it's drawing her closer, her boots dragging slightly in resistance as she's pulled towards it. She doesn't want to touch it, but goddamn if her hand isn't lifting anyways to caress it. She probably looks like she's frozen all of a second, just standing there as the flash of information floods her. But she staggers back after just a breath, a hand moving to her forehead as she tries to grasp what the hell is going on.
As her head is spinning, unable to make sense of the situation, she hears a noise. The what's and why's can wait, she spins to face the sound, muscles all tight and fists tightening in anticipation for danger. She doesn't call out to whoever is there just out of sight, she keeps quiet as she inches back towards the fountain, planning to use it as cover if she needs to.
Shopping in The City
South isn't sure what to make of this place, of the stupid info-bomb orb, or any of it. She's actually fairly sure she's either straight up dead and this is some kind of purgatory, or she got knocked out and is having a very intense coma dream. Whatever it is, the nip of chilly air feels real, and the gnawing in her stomach does too. There isn't much in the way of choices. Either she can wait it out and see if she dies, possibly again. Or scavenge for supplies while waiting this out, see if she wakes up from a coma induced hallucination or if she is stuck here and really does need them.
So she scavenges. So far, she's gotten a decent pair of boots, they're a little long in the toe but they lace up past her ankle so it's fine. She's found some alright enough clothes, a pair of jeans that fit a little short and a shirt that's a little tight, but they'll work fine for now. The jacket she found has holes in a couple places, but it blocks the cool air out well enough. Between these finds and her undersuit, she feels somewhat comfortable to look for other things. She's even managed to scrounge up a sack, and with no holes! It only has a few heavily worn spots. Now she just needs to fill it with useful shit.
Feeling naked without a weapon or even her armor, she hangs back a safe scouting distance, eyes scanning the storefront for any movement. She's seen way too many people in the hotel, which she pointedly avoided, but this storefront seems safe so far. No movement for the last several minutes, at least.
She hustles inside quickly and quietly, sack ready in one hand, the other hand poised to start digging through the mess of shelves to find something. She's elbow deep in some rubble, fishing out metal to see if anything can be crafted into a weapon, when the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. Pausing to focus on listening, she makes out the sound of footsteps approaching. South pushes up from the spot she's been kneeling, stepping quietly as possible to slip behind the shelf, peering out around it just enough to see who or what is coming.
Starduck, The Space Duckling
With her precious sack of supplies slung over her shoulder, South trudges along to continue her endless search for goodies. She's layered up, probably too much, with her undersuit, pants, shirt, and jacket. But she's not setting a single thing down and risking it disappearing. So far, the people around here seem alright enough. She's certain she can take any one of them, but they mostly seem as lost as she is with this whole ordeal and not really a threat.
Still. She's not trusting any of them. To the point that, even with the hotel seeming to be the most popular spot to tuck in for the night, she's been only somewhat resting in various other buildings around. Ones without people near when her guard is slightly down. She doesn't stay long anyways, just enough to let her get adequate rest so she can stay alert. Then she's off again, like she is now.
At least she's not lurking anymore, trying to stay in the shadows or ducking behind hiding places when she hears another person. No, she's just moving along, boots giving a soft thud as she continues. But the steps stop abruptly as her attention is entirely thrown for a loop. A ship. More than one. An actually fucking ship?!
South runs up to one and- fuck. It's locked. She checks a couple more, hope startling to fizzle, until at long last, one allows her to open it. The Starduck. Weird fucking name, but she couldn't give less of a shit. She tracks dirt along with her, eyes peering over every fancy detail on the way in. It's shiny, lavish, like a luxury ship from back home. Still, while she could do without the bells and whistles, if it can fly, that's all she cares about.
She's hoping to find the cockpit first, she's no pilot but UNSC training had them run a couple courses. It can't be that different, right? However, the first door she pops open looks like the barracks. Or bunks. A place to sleep. She eyes the beds skeptically, a real mattress? Seriously? She might scream. Her hands move to touch dirty palms over one of the bunks, slipping to press into the bed to see if it's really, actually soft. God, her back is singing hymns already.
Of course, though, just as she's starting to feel the little bubbles of hope build in her chest, they're popped as she hears someone else wandering up her way. She adjusts her sack still hanging over her shoulder, the small smile over a real bed melting into a half scowl as she waits to see who's bothering her now.
She's no Electrician but...
Alright! South has a set of clothes over her undersuit, has managed to find another set that she has tucked safely in her sack, and while she's dubious of the food she's gathered, it seems edible enough for now. While sleeping arrangements are still...being made, she decides to take a stab at this power issue going on. Some steady electricity will be good in general, but especially if winter is coming.
So, she picks a building that seems pretty deserted after her good hour of watching, and heads on in. After some searching, she locates the breaker in a back room, possibly an old laundry room but she's not sure. She doesn't have tools, and that's step two, find something safe to poke at electric shit without dying.
Hesitantly, she squirrels away her sack of supplies, then sets out to explore the building for said tools. She's still not bothering to sneak or be quiet, thumping her boots across the floor as she moves through the first room. After not finding any tools, or other goodies to haul back to her supplies, she hauls herself into another room and-
Oh. It's not an empty room, shit. She stands in the door way, sizing up the person before she bluntly lets out, "Who are you?"
Does This Thing Use Electricity?
[South has gone through every single program and pixel of this tablet, and it's absolutely zero help with any useful information to her. Alright, that's not fair, she is pleased with the info on the flora and fauna, and other people, and all of that. But it doesn't spell out how to get home right now this instant- so, its stupid. At least she knows it works, she's seen other people posting shit, so, she'll give it a shot, sending out a typed post.]
This is Agent South Dakota, looking for any members of Project Freelancer or the UNSC.
[Now, she had considered not giving any information or names out so openly, but if anyone she knows might be here, she wants to be nose to nose with them as soon as possible.]