you've traveled far, what have you found?

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Date & Time: 7/26 - 7/31 ish, give or take a few days
Location: streets of the city, training grounds, her rooms (unit 108)
Characters: Roslyn & YOU
Summary: Roslyn is on her way back to society. She guesses.
Warnings: Ros is in this log.

She'd spent too long just wandering, and the rain was getting too much for her to continue just tramping through the wilds or wandering around aimlessly ignoring life. So now she was back, full time.

She spent a lot of time in her room, idly browsing the network. She wasn't spending as much time taking notes as she had when she'd started, but she still occasionally noted down something that seemed important.

The rest of her time she spent in the training hall, for the first time spending most of her time there actively training herself, going through exercise after exercise. When she could find a willing sparring partner she practiced her hand to hand. When she couldn't she simply went through routines or practiced her aim or returned to spending some time simply watching others.

When she wasn't in either of those places, she could still be found in the streets of the hold and the surrounding city, searching for something. She couldn't have said what.

[ ooc: run into Roslyn anywhere you feel like it, really! or come knocking on her door or whatever. ]

Comments

[anomaliiiiies]

Jane's exploring again, wandering the streets of the hold, making sure she knew where things were, just in case. Being here has made her a little more paranoid, considering everything she's seen and heard so far.

She's not been training, not caring about what the Initiative thinks. Call it her own little rebellion.

[caligulas_aquarium]

He hadn't heard from Roslyn in a while except from a while back on his trainwreck of a post about aspiring hate romance and the jerks involved. Despite that, he'd only thought of actually checking up on things now because his situation was a little less hectic; hectic being fights, breakups, teen drama and pointless self-described anguish.

The idea was a little weird though; most of the time she's just a face behind dull, uninspiring text on a screen, aside the rare video feed, and that one time way back when during the first mission in Rome, but it was different back then. He didn't think much of her at the time.

So he hovers around outside her unit for a few minutes, thinking it over, then finally knocks on her door and hopes to god she's the first one to answer.

[doctorly]

John here is just walking along the streets, having taken a brief break from his time at the clinic before he manages to spot Roslyn not too long after. It was immediate relief to know she was okay, not that he hadn't been keeping in touch, but you never know what could happen around here. So he makes for a direct approach to her in a brief jog until he's at her side.

"Up to anything?" No real point in starting with a hello or an awkward hey, just getting straight to the point was good enough.

[retroactively]

Bucky gets up at 5AM in the morning every day. It's that frisky military routine, you know. Who knew it would be really damn hard to get rid of. It's the end of his physical and he rounds up with an hour or two in the shooting range. Aim's no big deal for him. It's seeing who else is here, and some are better than others.

"Hey," he smiles as he approaches, hands in clear view. "Wanna make this more interesting?"

[searched]

Serah only briefly remembers the original tour she'd been given of the hold, and it's only as she's exploring the streets that she realises she probably should have paid more attention. She wanders idly, keeping an eye out for a familiar landmark that'll direct her back the way she'd come. When one fails to appear, she starts to look around for somebody to ask instead.

Rounding a corner and seeing Roslyn, Serah smiles, walking closer to her. "Hey... sorry to bother you, but do you know your way around at all? I think I'm a little ... lost."