[maybe it was being a Siren, but death didn't exactly want to stick to her. she realized this when she woke up lying facedown in the dust somewhere that wasn't Pandora again. she had been gone, herself converted into force and energy and a desperate drive, knowing that she could doom herself or doom them all. a few more months of free life before resting. it had been a fate she'd accepted.
but it seemed the universe wasn't done with her. so she'd pulled herself together, scanned for an open source of information (nothing, not this far out), and considered her options before deciding to fly wherever seemed right.
it takes her a few days to get to El Paso, and by that time she's narrowed down that she's on Earth again, brought down to a different Earth or maybe one before the UE decided to start up. it's easy enough to stay functional -- naps, the slightest hint of power to make vending machines work, clothing she takes from someone's line, hair to the other side to hide the ports -- and she's still looking, still moving to where seems "right".
Reyes Gas and Service. it should be nothing, but she wants to try something, a phone number she's picked up off of some random frequency in the area that promises help to those who calls. with her luck, it'd be some place for help with real estate.
so she enters the place, hoping she doesn't look as out of place as she feels.]
Hello? Is someone here? I'd like to use the telephone, if it's fine.
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but it seemed the universe wasn't done with her. so she'd pulled herself together, scanned for an open source of information (nothing, not this far out), and considered her options before deciding to fly wherever seemed right.
it takes her a few days to get to El Paso, and by that time she's narrowed down that she's on Earth again, brought down to a different Earth or maybe one before the UE decided to start up. it's easy enough to stay functional -- naps, the slightest hint of power to make vending machines work, clothing she takes from someone's line, hair to the other side to hide the ports -- and she's still looking, still moving to where seems "right".
Reyes Gas and Service. it should be nothing, but she wants to try something, a phone number she's picked up off of some random frequency in the area that promises help to those who calls. with her luck, it'd be some place for help with real estate.
so she enters the place, hoping she doesn't look as out of place as she feels.]
Hello? Is someone here? I'd like to use the telephone, if it's fine.