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Zagreus' arrival [Open]

The first thing Zagreus is aware of, is the obnoxious degree of coldness in the air. In fact, he can see his breath; that's just downright inauspicious, for waking up.

Not that an inhospitably cold atmosphere is out of the ordinary. No, not in the slightest, and his immediate response is a sort of resigned annoyance. However, the sight that greets his eyes, looking beyond his offensively visible breath, is definitely not expected.

Open sky, framed by stark bare branches. He starts to get up...only to slide gracelessly from the crook of the tree he'd apparently been passed out and huddling in, with a noise of general outrage.

Luckily it's a very short fall, but it's still disorienting when you aren't expecting it, and he definitely isn't. Brushing himself off and narrowing his eyes at his decidedly parkish surroundings, Zagreus tries to recall if maybe, just perhaps, there is a reason this is happening. Nothing presents itself. How typically uncooperative of reality.

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She's doesn't seem broken up about his death maybe, but she is. Though not in a conventional sense. It's not really the death itself, but the necessity of it, and of her having to bring it about. It's all kind of complicated and painful, and acting blasé about it is an easy defense. Apathy comes easy to her.

"I'm sure there's plenty if I decided to go looking for them," she answers with feigned nonchalance. Hell, they already tried to have her fight for the rebels, whatever that would entail. Or she could go help Romac. Plenty of shadows. "Perhaps it's easiest not to stand tall enough to cast one," she comments, partly to herself.

Not exactly like he'd have been sensitive in speaking about it even if she had seemed upset. Honestly that would have been much less likely to keep his behaviour in check. At least this way the seeming lack of emotional vulnerability keeps them on closer to equal footing, not that he'll ever not be disdainful of her humanity, as a general rule. And yes normally he'd probably have a better sense of her inner turmoil, but really, apathy is a great cloaking mechanism, and he is rather distracted by the feeling of being trapped.

"What do you think I intend to do? At least for now." It's inevitable he'll make ripples somewhere along the way. But until he has a better idea what is going on he does intend to remain as inconspicuous as his nature and attention span will allow. She has a point.

When it comes to Zagreus, Lucy has an inkling of what to expect. Compassion and sensitivity is not really part of it, so at least she won't be disappointed or feel betrayed. Even if she does end up allowing him to see that she's vulnerable, there's only so much damage he can do. Well, unless he specifically sets out to hurt her that is, in which case there's probably a lot of damage he could do, but let's avoid that.

"Any idea where you'll sleep?" she asks, because that's something he should probably figure out. Bit too cold for most people to sleep outside.

And Lucy has decided to say fuck it try and figure out where it's cheap to eat, and decided to just take Zagreus to a Subway. Whatever, it's food, and they have places to sit. She steps inside it and holds the door open for him.

Oh, she'll question whether he eats, but not whether he sleeps? Admittedly she may have witnessed him waking up and falling from a tree, so there's that to consider. But again, she does have a point. Even if he isn't exactly normal in his sleeping habits, it's still a thing to think about. And think about it is exactly what he hasn't done; getting the hell out has taken priority.

He raises an eyebrow at her choice in restaurant, if such it can be called, but that's as much commentary as he feels compelled to make as he follows her in. Wow, warmth is great. Sandwich smells aren't bad either, come to that. He isn't as susceptible to the cold as most, but that sure doesn't mean he has any love of it either. "No idea, no." He admits with a glower. THESE AREN'T THINGS HE'S SUPPOSED TO HAVE TO CONSIDER. Sure, things tend to go a little bumpily for you if all of reality is antithetical to you and generally opposed to your existence, but this is just stupid.

Hey, Subway is affordable and lets you be very specific with what you eat. Also it's familiar, which is the main selling point at the moment. And close. It's good enough.

"You could borrow my couch for a couple days, but that would put you within a rebel-controlled building," she offers, joining the line to order. Hell if she knows why she's offering, but it's not like she wants to spend an awful lot of time there, or feels very protective of the space. And there's that 'fuck consequences' thing, which helps.

Now, now. Who says there are even necessarily any consequences to letting Zagreus in your house? Maybe don't set expectations too high on the dishes-doing or not causing nightmares for shits n giggles front, but at least maybe the whole rebel-controlled building thing will give him the sense of caution he lacks inherently.

He's surprised at her offer, and at how level-headed and generally informative she's been all around. Not that he knows her to be flighty especially, but still. He decides to gamble on the rebels not watching her too closely. He still hasn't ruled out mindwashing her into some simple spying, though he also hasn't ruled out just asking her either, with the same frankness she's been using. Either way, this isn't a bad idea, if it lets him find out more about a group with knowledge of the Rift. And speaking of frankness..."Why are you doing this? What do you get from it?"

Lucy has nightmares anyway. Nothing new there. And Lucy doesn't even have dishes yet. The apartment came somewhat furnished, but not fully equipped with things like that.

She doesn't answer his question immediately. "I'm not entirely sure," she answers honestly. "Company of a familiar face? Distraction? Pure altruism?" she suggests. That last one probably isn't true. Not that she hasn't done charity work and such before, but she's been low on philanthropy in the last couple of years. She's far too indifferent to have a ~~master~~ grand plan behind it.

Mentally he settles somewhere near 'distraction' for likeliest to be true. It's not like 'why not' isn't a sentiment he fully understands and empathises with, either. He nods agreeably enough, and is content to let the matter rest until he's ordered food. He's even too distracted and brought down by circumstances to make his order anything especially outlandish.

"Well. To familiar faces and altruism, then." Any and all possible ironies are not lost on him, as he offers a mocking toast.

"Indeed," Lucy answers with amusement. "You're actually not the first familiar face I've seen, though. When I arrived, the first person I met was a man with the Doctor's face, the version of the Doctor I'm used to. He was quite human, though." And she sincerely doubts his motivation for helping her was altruism. His intentions were quite obviously less than pure. Not that she minded at the time.

She gets herself a subway club and a drink. "Stay here or back to my apartment? It's not far."

He has to roll his eyes at that. Someone always has the Doctor's face. It's pretty much a universal constant, it means things are operating as intended, etc. He resists the urge to mutter anything about fobwatches, though he reserves the right to investigate in more depth later. But really, it could be anything.

"Your apartment, then." The warmth here is very appealing, but beyond that he isn't eager to linger in a Subway no matter how nice the sandwiches smell. "How human is 'quite' human? Moreso than usual, presumably."

Lucy nods and leads the way. Thankfully it's not far, just a couple blocks.

"Well, he seemed quite unused to the idea of aliens, at least until he got here," she answers. "Probably it's just the fact that all my social interaction lately has been at those intergalactic parties." It did seem to change her expectations a bit. He's the first one she'd met in ages who wasn't used to time travel and all those things that came with being familiar with the Doctor.

He supposes a preponderance of intergalactic parties might skew one's perceptions a bit. ...How do people even kill time without intergalactic parties and casual mayhem? His outlook on this misadventure is just getting more and more negative.

"Yes, I imagine that was quite a shock. To both of you, really. Any other familiar faces?"

"None that I've seen yet, but then I've barely met anyone besides you and him, and it seems a bit of a coincidence to run into the only two familiar faces so quickly if there aren't others," she answer, pulling her coat closer around herself as they walk.

"Oh," she adds suddenly, remembering. "There's a forum here, too, or whatever you would call it. You need a special kind of smartphone, but apparently they're quite easy to get hold of." She pulls hers out of her pocket and hands it to him so he can investigate.

Well. Maybe that's logical and maybe it isn't. Who is he to judge? But he suspects she may be right, either way. It's a small multiverse, afterall.

"Who maintains this forum? Who has access to it?" He inspects the phone, though he's not exactly sure what he's inspecting it for, but launching every eyecatching app in quick succession seems like the best way to find out. As of right now, it doesn't seem like an especially useful resource, and if it's a faction specific tool then count him out, of course. ...The GPS might be useful though. If it has that, and if his presence doesn't convince it they're currently located in a body of water. He wants one anyway.

"Not sure who maintains it, but apparently anyone can use it. There's ways to lock it to specific groups or people though," she answers, watching him fiddle it it. "Or so I'm told, I haven't really used it much." She's not really one for that dang new-fangled technology, et cetera.

"Here we are," she says suddenly, as they arrive at an unremarkable building. There's no obviously apparent security (though it's obvious there must be some, just not that noticable), and they can slip in quietly.

Well, convenience will likely win out over paranoia in the end. Though wouldn't it be a genius notion to set up a network like that and then monitor it? As they'd discussed earlier, altruism is the rarest of motives.

"Seems nice enough, for alien refugee housing." The place is unremarkable, but he keeps an eye on it for any means of surveillance anyway. Surely more conspicuous beings have turned up in Manhattan than himself, but he can't expect to blend in, at least to someone on the lookout for the unusual. He follows her in and tries not to think about any other instances of having been reduced to such mundanity in the past. Though hey, at least he's himself this time. That's always a good feeling. Well no, it's terrible, but there are worse alternatives.

"Given it's free, I won't complain too much," Lucy agrees, leading the way to the elevator. There's security cameras, but who knows how closely they're actually watched. Not to mention there's a lot of strange people in this building. Victorian ponce is hardly the weirdest thing.

"Mind you, I moved in a few hours ago, so I hope you're not expecting the tastefully decorated home of a Lady. Or curtains. Or plates." She did go and stock up her fridge a little though, and got like, toilet paper and such. But that's about it.

Expectations are not precisely what he's about. Besides, his criteria on living conditions are a bit special. It's unlikely he'd be aware of 'tasteful decorations' without some form of field guide to them. "I haven't actually seen a plate in its natural habitat in ages. Actually, I spend a lot of my time in a cave, when I can find it." The less said about his standard of living, the better, really. Maybe, given time, he'll miss it.

"Well, I'm sure there's caves somewhere in the park," Lucy points out. Whether they might already be occupied is another matter. Not to mention cold.

The elevator gives a ding, and Lucy leads down the hall, fishing her key out of her pocket. "Welcome to my palace," she says sarcastically and she unlocks the door and leads inside. "Would you like the grand tour?" It's not terrible, but it's very empty. There's a bed, a couch and table, a writing desk, a kitchen area, and that seems to be mostly it.

"Another time, perhaps. Again, it could certainly be worse. But I suppose that's part of the whole 'giving the aliens rights' deal." You know, not making them live in kennels and eat nutrition nuggets or something. This is several steps up from nutrition nuggets. This is a whole damn hardware store of steps up. If you want to get technical.

He isn't a big fan of empty, though. It isn't exactly what he's used to, to say the least, but he can hardly protest a lack of clutter. Really, he isn't a big fan of any manner of domesticity, so in that regard it's practically ideal. He helps himself to a seat on the couch and settles in to eat. He almost certainly looks as out of place as he feels, which is frankly odd. Afterall, it's not like he's any more from another universe than usual. Maybe? He'll think about that later.

Even during the year that never was, no one was forced to live in kennels. Well, not really. Sure, the Doctor had a bowl that said 'dog', but he was a special case.

And there will probably be clutter eventually. Clutter of what remains to be seen. Lucy pulls a spare blanket from the linen closet (which doesn't actually have any linens in it, but no matter) and drops it on the couch next to Zagreus for him to sleep with. Look she's being a proper host. Sort of.

"I haven't really involved myself in the details of it, and I don't plan to. Had enough politics to last me a lifetime," she says, sitting down crosslegged on the bed to eat her own sandwich.

Again, considering his general ideas about sleeping arrangements, this is pretty plush.

That's very reassuring to hear. Politics will never be his crusade. Unless it's the stabby kind, but March is months off yet. "I'm glad to hear you have the freedom to make that call." For his own sake, of course. He chews thoughtfully as he considers his options. Really, if they're so lackadaisical about their affiliates, maybe he can swing this with ease. "I wonder what would happen if I pretended to be human?" It's a repugnant idea for reasons he can't even really pick apart.

"Suppose that depends on whether they have any means to discover that you're not, without your cooperation," Lucy answers after swallowing her bite. "It's not entirely unlikely they do, but you could probably fake it for a while. Though probably not with those clothes. Then again, it's New York, so who knows." Probably people would assume he's in fancy dress for some reason, or promoting something. People tend to shrug it off.

Oh, the general public can go hang, of course. But the rebels, or the other whatevers, those he's currently quite concerned about. Would his clothes really give him away to them? Would anything else about him scream 'scan me for nonhumanity'? He's fairly human seeming overall. "Yes, it would rather depend on that. It's not exactly a difficult thing to tell, that I'm not human. But then, I don't know how well they check. What did they do to you?" How good is human tech at this time exactly? Yeah, no way does he know. Well, whatever. It's a potential plan to add to the pile, along with 'asking her to spy' and 'brainwashing her into spying'. At the bottom of the pile is 'find a way to crack reality like an egg', for the record.

Lucy shrugs. "Asked me an assortment of questions, mostly. More like an interview than an interrogation, though," she answers. "No physical examination or anything like that, at least not that I'm aware of." But then, unbeknownst to Lucy, there's plenty people involved with powers to determine these things. They probably know more about her than she thinks. Her level of caring is low, though.

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