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[whosedaughter]

Who: Jenny and YOU.
What: A jog for her; whatever for anyone else.
Where: Out and about, in central areas.
When: Veerdi afternoon/evening.
Notes: None.
Warnings: None.

Although Jenny's running days were over (for now), jogging was an acceptable alternative. It was an inconspicuous way to gain ground and find your way around a place, but better than

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[im_apimp]

Alec wasn't entirely sure his running days were over quite yet. There was something about the city as a whole that made him want to bolt and get away, but he couldn't. He was stuck here.

Stuck was never any fun.

He came upon Jenny as she was jogging, at one of those stops where she took a breather. He was mostly out for a stroll, still trying to learn his way around and commit the streets to memory, but she got his attention as an adequate distraction. And not human either, he could smell that much. Human base, sure, but there was something else in there as well.

Almost like a transgenic.

Huh.

"Nice day," he said casually as he approached.

[whosedaughter]

He catches her as she's stretching her quadriceps, one hand out to the wall for balance. She smiles, because there's few reasons not to be friendly meeting someone new (it's always later she has problems with). "Something like that." ...what actually constitutes a nice day in Baedel? Managing not to disturb the ant marches?

[im_apimp]

Alec isn't sure of that answer -- he hasn't been here long enough either -- but he figures it's the thing you say to people. He has some semblance of manners. Or something.

"Not raining, not anything life threatening? I consider that a plus."

[whosedaughter]

Jenny can't help but laugh, stopping her stretching for the moment. "Were you used to that before you came here, since you've come here, or-?" Either way she can sympathise.

[im_apimp]

"I was used to rain," he says with a shrug. "I was living in Seattle so rain -- was pretty much your standard weather choice. The life threatening stuff? That was more on a day to day basis."

[whosedaughter]

"State of your world stuff, or are you some sort of inter-dimensional man of mystery?" She knows she's being a little bit cheeky, but it's the good sort.

[im_apimp]

He shrugs. He likes the cheeky. He moves closer and leans against the wall where she's standing, letting one shoulder rest against the wall. "Little of both?"

[whosedaughter]

"In Seattle. That's," her eyes flicker over him, as she hazards a guess, "Earth, right?" Lots of people here seemed to be from Earth, or some variation. But then again the Human Empire from her universe liked to take their names with them.

[im_apimp]

"That would be Earth," he nods. "Home sweet home. Though I take it by the question that you're not? From Earth, I mean."

[whosedaughter]

"I figured that a lot of people around here were brought from there. You can tell -clothes styles, slang, that sort of thing. But no, I'm not. You're all ancient history for me." The way she says it makes it sound like an interesting novelty. "I'm from the sixty-first century, born on a small human colony on a terra-formed planet called Messaline."

It's not untrue, and it's been told so many times now that she's almost forgot the little omissions around the edges.

[im_apimp]

"Really?"

If that wasn't the most interesting thing he'd ever heard. No, seriously, it was. People from the future definitely had a way of enlightening things in an interesting way. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. "What's the sixty-first century like?"

[whosedaughter]

"Kiiind of like the twenty-first century." And it is! In a way. General societal structures, the way people behave and what not. "But better technology and spaceships. I definitely prefer spaceships to cars. Humans are pretty spread out amongst the stars, getting up to all sorts. I say humans -true humans don't really exist any more. Everyone's got a great-great-cat-humanoid-uncle twice removed, or something."

She leaves the part out about the Earth getting demolished on purpose. People don't need to hear that when regular space travel is considered a huge thing.

[im_apimp]

"Cat humaniod uncle?" Now that definitely has his attention. "How does that work?"

He'll get back to the spaceships.

[whosedaughter]

She's laughing again. "Sex, usually. Humans evolved from primates, right? Well, there are other species who evolved from other creatures. And so long as all the bits slot into place, and everyone is having a good time..." Yes, yes, like he needs it spelled out for him. "Of course, there are other ways if necessary."

[im_apimp]

He laughed. "No, I figured that much. It's just ... where I'm from, people having animal enhancements usually comes with some scientific interference."