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[open] I'm just a believer that things will get better

Characters: Ariadne (

build) and YOU!!!
Date: random times this week
Location: all over the shell
Situation: a catchall for ariadne is poking around the shell and being nosy
Warnings/Rating: none that I can think of.

Ariadne might still be dead set that this was all a dream, and that a good chunk of the people that inhabited this place were simply projections. But that didn't stop her from exploring as much of the shell that she could.

Earth Sector:

In her time on the shell, Ariadne has slowly grown fond of her "home sector" and because of that, a good chunk of her daily time was spent roaming around all the shops there, casually chatting (well, as much as she could) with the vendors and people that inhabited it. And to any casual bystander, she honestly looked like she was enjoying herself, and for the most part she was.

It was just from time to time, you might catch sight of her looking almost sad as she squinted up to the sky, to try and see if she could perhaps finally bend the dream.

Fire Sector:

Whenever Ariadne found herself wandering over towards the Fire Sector, she made sure to always bring her sketchbook. Simply so she could perch herself at the edge of one of the fountains to sketch whatever might have caught her eye that day, be it: One of the fountains, or buildings or maybe even a random person that seemed to be in the same location as her.

You shouldn't be here:

Ariadne knows that the only way to get any real answers, was to go out and look for those answers herself - she’s always been a go-getter (for the most part). So there she was, attempting to blend into the background, simply hoping that she was going to stay unnoticed for as long as she could, just so she could get all the information (be it eavesdropping or snooping or whatever) that she could before someone finally asked what she was doing and she was going to have to come up with some ridiculous lie yet again.

ooc: basically, I know these are all sort of vague threadstarters, but given that Ariadne tends to snoop and do a lot of random things. I’m cool with whatever might work here, and can basically roll with practically anything (have her creeping like no other or run into someone - whatever) just give me your CR.

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[She was better than most civilians should have been, when it came to blending in with her surroundings. She had a talent for it. Honestly, she had a talent for a great deal of things that Bruce didn't expect from a young girl, and it made him by parts wary and respectful of her simultaneously. Which is why he 'spots' her accidentally, and offers her a bright smile he doesn't feel, hasn't felt since--

No. He's not going to think about what he's lost. Instead,]

Ariadne, what a pleasant surprise, finding you here. I was just on my way home--

[He indicates a little parcel of groceries in his arms.]

How've you been?

[ Ariadne had been poking around a nearby alley of one of the abandoned (well, one she assumed was) warehouses that she had been keeping her eye on as a possible place for her and the team to 'set up shop' when he spotted her.]

Bruce. [ she said with a bit of surprise in her tone, as she spun around to offer him a somewhat awkward smile. It's obvious; she really hadn't expected anyone to spot her lurking around like she was, but she wasn't about to run and hide – especially not from Bruce Wayne – not when she was trying to figure this man out herself. ] I’m…good.

[ and at that, her eyes drifted down to his parcel and back up at him, her brow arching faintly in curiosity as she did. ]

You don’t have people to do that for you?

[ which was only meant as a light joke (at least she hoped). Because as much as she like the man, he did have that air about him that said he came from money and she couldn't help but assume he had half the population working for him already here. ]

[With a sort of congenial cheer,]

They quit, if you can believe it. I think it's all this anti-foreigner nonsense.

[Otherwise known as: playing into people's assumptions.]

[ her brow arched in a surprise, mixed with a bit of skepticism. Bruce may be a man who clearly comes across as a bit spoiled when it came to money, but he had always been nothing but nice and helpful to her. So she couldn't exactly understand why anyone would just want to quit. ]

Well, that’s fairly bizarre - especially with you being so willing to help others here.

[ which only had her shrugging, shaking her head at the thoughts. She really was never going to understand half of these projections here. ]

I'm assuming you like being somewhat independent tough?

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[He laughs.]

It's nothing, really. Gotham does prepare a man for all manner of disappointments.

[It's a statement said without bitterness, more charm. As if Bruce Wayne has ever been touched by disappointment in his life, honestly.]

And I do, yes. It's been a tenet of my life, actually.

Eponine knows what it is like, wanting to find information but needing or wanting to remain unnoticed. So when she spots Ariadne in the process of trying to blend into the background, she recognizes her as someone who she might be able to relate to.

When their paths cross relatively close together, Eponine meets Ariadne's gaze, nods, and greets her. "Hello!"

That is innocuous enough, yes? Because when someone is walking about wishing to not be seen, that could possibly mean that there is a story to be found.

Ariadne's attempting to make her way through the market – listening in on a conversation of two Kedan - when she hears the greeting that almost catches her off-guard. She really had gotten use to blending, that when someone did finally take notice of her and spoke, she couldn't help but stop, turning towards the other woman with a somewhat surprised look for a moment.

"Hello?" She quietly replied as she gave the other woman (obviously an outsider like her) a brief, nervous smile. "Out for a stroll today?" Silly question, sure – and she knows that, because she is suddenly cringing slightly at how silly that sounded to even here. Of course the other girl was out and about, she wouldn't be there if she wasn't.

Whether she had been drawing Tazendra -- who was out for an evening run -- or not, she had caught the other woman's attention and she was pausing in her activities. "I perceive you are an artist, then."

Ariadne looked up at the woman that she had noticed a bit back running, letting a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth as she shook her head in response. "Not exactly, no." She casually admitted, adjusting her sketchpad slightly so that woman could see the sketch of one of the fountain that she had recently passed. It's a fairly basic sketch this time, one that was more meant as a building block of sorts for her. Because the real beauty (at least in Ariadne's opinion) was in the details – the intricate doodles and notes that surrounded the fountain.

"I'm an architect actually." She shrugged, easily admitting the fact as she gave the fountain in question a brief look before turning her attention on the woman. "I tend to find inspiration in whatever I can."

A short pause and she is sighing somewhat contently, adding: "It's a good way to pass the time in a place like this - I've never been much of a runner myself."

"It was something I recall a friend recommending to me," Tazendra said, "when one is living in a city and cannot ride regularly. And the supplies for painting are an expense when one is trying to set up a household." Which was frustrating for her: so many of her hobbies cost money, a fact that she had not considered until having to count every last juulan. And her studies of magic were stalled until she could find something to actually power spells.

"An architect, then." Tazendra only knew about architecture from the time she had to commission repairs after blowing a hole in her residence with magic, but she was used to employing people who knew more about their craft than she did. "Is there much call for your work in the city?"

Ariadne just finds herself, nodding in understanding to what the woman say, only to let a small smile spread across her face. "I'd offer to let you borrow some of my supplies, but sadly this is all that she had." And given the rationing that was taking place, she wasn't exactly sure if she would be getting anymore drawing supplies for a bit.

"And to a degree, yeah, I've been staying fairly busy." She easily admitted with a shrug of her shoulders and a quick glance around their surrounds. “Given the degree of deterioration that seems to be going on here, I've been able to keep myself busy with looking over a handful of structures." This was still fairly enjoyable for her, even if she was stuck in a dream with no way of waking up yet.

"Granted, I'm still not fully sure if the emperor is a fan of the help or not." and she could only assume that there was a clear reason for all of that.

"You said you were setting up a household though?" This was asked with a clear look of interest, as she was always curious as to how the people here were dealing with things.

"I am. In truth, it has been some time since I have done so previously, and I am without staff or even the advice of my good friends."

Tazendra frowned. "Though even the larger dwellings here need little in the way of staff." Her current lodgings was smaller than the house she had shared when she had lived in the capital, and that had been managed by a single housekeeper. Truthfully, if Tazendra wasn't almost completely ignorant of cooking, she would probably do well enough without anyone: she'd eventually learned something of cleaning when she took up magical experiments.

Ariadne can’t hide her curiosity to that, as she just tilts her head to the side, furrowing her brow at it all. “What exactly do you need staff for?” Well aside from the basic structural things (her mind is always goes to those types of details) she really didn't see why anyone would need staff, as she herself was always more prone to wanting to do things herself and not with the help of others. A fault perhaps, but she was always trying so hard to prove that she could be something more than what she appeared. She sometimes forgot others weren't always like her.

"Well, previously when I lived in a city, my fiends and I had hired a housekeeper to prepare meals and clean. I am not so bad at the latter, but, you see, I have never learned to cook."

Which wouldn't be so bad, but the average Foreigner budget didn't really allow 'living off pub and street vendor food' as a feasible option, which was Tazendra's other habit when she lived in a city or was travelling.

[Traci might have had the tour from Kara the other day, but it didn't make her any less curious to explore now that she more or less has an idea of what's around her. Which is how she ends up in the Fire Sector, taking in everything curiously, even the sight of a girl sketching.

Huh.]

What're you drawing there?

[ she blinks in surprise at the question (she easily is lost in her thoughts when she sketches) before she looks up, offering a faint smile to the other girl, before she is contently sighing and replying. ]

A building, [ vague answer, sure. which is why she is quick to turn the sketchpad some so she could see the start of what appeared to be a multilevel building with details mimicking that of the fountain around them. ] …well, one with housing on the top and offices or stores on the bottom.

[Whoa.

She's not much of an artist herself, really, but that catches her attention.] Based on the fountain, is it? It's already starting to look good at this stage.

[ she smiles a bit brighter as she nods in approval. ]

Thanks. [ she may think she is pretty damn good at what she does, but when she actually hears a compliment from others, she can't help but feel good about it. ] I tend to find inspiration in some of the oddest of places.

How long have you been here?

You must draw a lot then-- and I just arrived a few days ago, actually. I'm still getting used to the place.

[She might just settle down beside her then.] I'm Traci.

[ she shrugs, glancing down at her pad then back up to the girl, letting her smile grow faintly as she does. ]

I’m an architect actually. [ which she always sort of hoped was a good explanation as to why she tended to sit and sketch for hours on end. ] So yeah, I suppose you could say that I draw a lot.

[ a long pause and she is letting her smile grow a bit more. ] Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you Traci. I’m Ariadne.

How are you adjusting to this place so far?

... You've definitely got the skills of one.. I usually pictured architects to be older somehow. You don't look that much older than I am.

[Ah, that question.] Still adjusting. The wildlife here is strangely entertaining to look at.

[Since moving to the Fire Sector, Kyle's become less restless. He's used to the fountains by now - they're oddly comforting to look at, and so he too spends most of his time drawing by the light.

Today he's intent on filling up his sketchbook when he glances up and notices Ariadne on a nearby bench, absorbed in her work. He knows another artist when he sees one, so he tucks his own notebook under one arm and comes to investigate.]

Hey, mind if I join you?

[ Ariadne finishes shading in one of the sections of what appears to be the building adjacent to them, before looking up and offering the man a ghost of a smile. ]

Of course not – go right ahead. [ she easily replies as she spots the sketchbook in his arm, suddenly curious as to what might be in there. because she knows the power in a sketchbook - at least to the person filling it. ]

You draw? [ of course he does, but it’s at least a polite way for her to hopefully find out what. ]

Yeah. [He sits down, leaving a professional distance between them. She hasn't closed her sketchbook, but that doesn't quite give him the right to peek, either. Flips his open to a blank page.] Barely had time for it at home, but here, there's all the time in the world— [His brow furrows slightly.] all the time in the turtle? That's weird to say out loud.

Not any more weird than admitting that we live on the back of a turtle. [ she smiles, only to laugh faintly at the turtle time as she looks down at his book then back up at him, her brow arching in a polite curiosity. ]

What do you tend to draw?

[ not that it was any of her business, but she couldn't help but find herself curious as to what interested him. ]

I've been fascinated with the structures here myself. [ and with that, she is titling her book towards him more, showing him the building she was currently working on. ]

[He chuckles with her.]

True.

[At the question, he opens his notebook and shows her that he too, has been drawing the buildings.]

Me too - I was actually studying to be an architect.

[ she can’t help but look pleasantly surprised by that. ]

Where were you study? [ she asks letting her eyes drift down towards his work as a faint smile curls at the corner of her mouth. ]

California. [He names a modest school - honestly, he'd never had the money or the motivation to go anywhere more prestigious.]

Stocking often enjoyed the warm days at cafes around the Fire Sector, indulging (ironically) in the Parisian standard: food and drink on outdoor patios, watching the city flow by. Today she had a plate of raspberry puff tarts and a cup of tea. Her good mood was evident, making her far less likely to snap at any of the passersby. When she noticed Ariadne and her sketchbook, she found the redhead more interesting than some of the others, the angel making no effort to hide the fact that she was watching her.

Surprisingly enough, Ariadne had been watching her as well. Quietly sketching what appeared to be a silhouette of the girl at the table, and the table it’s self.

"I hope you don't mind." She called, suddenly realizing that she was being watched as well. "You just reminded me of home." She smiled, looking somewhat apologetic for a brief moment. She isn't exactly the type to just be outright rude, so she was hoping that her presence wasn't going to be much of an issue to the other girl.

The angel girl raised an eyebrow at the call, wondering what reminded Ariadne of her home. Still, she could appreciate someone with a good artistic talent and in a surprisingly magnanimous move (for her) she gestured that the redhead could join her at the table if she wished.

"You're an artist?"

“I’m an architect actually.” She admitted with a shrug and faint smile. “I just tend to draw things to keep my mind busy here.”

And after a moment, Ariadne was sliding into the chair across from her, fiddling with the edge of her sketchpad as she somewhat apologetically admitted. “You sitting here like you were just reminded me of the Cafes back in Paris.”

"You design buildings," Stocking echoed, raising a slender eyebrow. There was a little bit of judgment in that statement, though it didn't seem negative... more perplexed. "What kind?"

The angel girl preened a little at the second remark, her skepticism melting away into a better mien. "Paris has the best sweets," she enthused. "If I had the choice and I didn't have to hang around a slum like Daten City most of the time, I'd stay in Paris permanently."

[Annabeth's in fire, whether it's coming back from or going to see Leo, when she spots Ariadne. A closer examination reveals the other girl holding and using a sketchbook, and Annabeth's curiosity is immediately piqued - and assuming, of course, something architectural.]

[She makes her way over, a little slowly and casually so that Ariadne would notice her, should she look up. But, you know, just in case.] Hey. Am I interrupting?

[ Ariadne looks up, a small smile on her face as she shakes her head in reply. ]

Of course not, [ she said easily as she scooted over slightly for the other girl to sit. ] I was just killing time.

[ which was somewhat the truth. and she has no problem showing annabeth just what she was up to, as she tilts the sketchpad in her direction, showing her the sketch of a building that was unlike any that were here. sure, it's the basics of it now, but given what she knew about annabeth and her understanding of architecture, she could only assume that annabeth would spot the details scattered throughout the drawing that almost mimicked the ones in the buildings of the fire sector. ]

[Her eyes are immediately drawn over towards the sketch when Ariadne shows it, and she kind of forgets to reply to what the other girl said. Annabeth looks it over with familiarity, very much indeed picking up on details and influence from the sector around them. She's quiet for what's probably an impolite length of time, before she glances back up at Ariadne.]

You like fire for inspiration, huh? I do a lot of sketching in water.

[ ariadne’s eyes are on Annabeth for a moment, her brow furrowing in thought as she quietly wondered just what Annabeth might actually think of her work. It’s not that Ariadne isn’t confident in her designs and what not, but having someone who actually knows a bit about architecture look at it, does always seem to have her more interested than perhaps it should? ]

It depends on the day. [ she admitted with a sigh, offering her sketchbook over for her to look through. Obviously there wasn’t anything spectacular in it; just a lot of sketches of buildings that seems to have a bit of a business like feel to them. But it was still something that gave a bit of insight to how she was thinking lately. ] If I plan on keeping up with what I’m doing, I need to constantly keep refreshing my ideas. So fire seems to be a good place for that I suppose.

[ she shrugs. Looking back up at Annabeth with a faint smile ] I’d like to see some of your work one day, if you wouldn’t mind?

[She's a little surprised by the gesture, but it hides well and she accepts the sketchbook with a nod. Annabeth flips through carefully, taking care not to smudge or touch any of the actual sketches. She knows she wouldn't want that of her own work.]

[She picks up on the businesslike approach, but really, Ariadne's good and Annabeth can appreciate that. She gets a little too distracted by the pages and ideas, looking up with a pause after a potentially awkward stretch of silence, though she shows no signs of being aware of it.] No, it definitely is; there's a lot to be said for the intent behind Fire's layout alone, beyond just the structural development.

[Another pause. She can count on her hand the number of times people have been genuinely interested in her work, beyond those using the blueprints.] Sure. I don't have anything with me now - you could come over sometime, maybe? Or whatever.

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[open] I'm just a believer that things will get better

let's go third option for bat reasons?

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Because Eponine could use some more girlfriends.

oh my gosh YES!!! Ariadne needs more girlfriends too

Fire Sector

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sorry this took so long

Re: sorry this took so long

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fire sector;

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sorry this was slow

no problem <3 I've been slow this week too

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fire sector

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sorry this is slow

oops also slow

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FIRE;

this was so slow. sorry about that

no prob!

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fire!

sorry this took till today

no worries!

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