Learning the Peregrine

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Passengers: Alex Mercer and You.
Location: Around the Peregrine.
Date: Feb 7th
Summary: Alex is learning the layout still, with a few special stops. At least two places require a warden to help.
Warnings: Language? Possible body horror discussion depending on how things go.



Alex was limited in where he could go, and what he could do. He hated it, thanks. But he'd agreed to be here--if these beings really could return him from death, to his world... Then he could clean up the messes still; he didn't trust the military to do so. Not after they'd tried to nuke Manhattan to 'fix things'.

S.I.R.E
Alex hated that this required a warden. But he was curious, and maybe wanted to do some thinking out loud. Which meant he needed to find a warden who was willing to activate this thing, and then give him some privacy. (At least the illusion of privacy would help.) Was it so wrong that he wanted familiar surroundings?

Athletics Department
He'd at least learned, that while this area required a warden's supervision, to time his use of it to when one of them was using it. Seriously though, this was getting old. Not that he'd expected much freedom, but this absolutely sucked. He wasn't even planning on causing any trouble. Just using the free-standing punching bag. Getting used to being 'limited' to a human-based form and body again.

Resource Library
At least THIS place didn't require a warden's permission. Alex still would've preferred actual books, but the variety was impressive at least. Right now he was browsing to see whatever seemed interesting.

Comments

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Never even heard of the guy, but if I find something by him I'll let you know." Alex replied, absent-mindedly scrolling through himself.

[rank1]

"Thanks bro," Travis replies, his cheek in one hand, slouching lower. Boooring... And then: "You serious, though? Not even Ichi the Killer? 13 Assassins?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Alex was entirely serious, although he looked up from where hew as browsing, and tilted his head. Searching through a few hundred different minds and their memories. Oh. Okay, at least one of those titles sounded familiar. "'ve heard of Ichi the killer."

[rank1]

Travis leans out from behind his screen, grinning suddenly. He makes a leading hand gesture: "There you go. But you haven't seen it?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"It's...been a while." Alex hedged. Mostly because he could probably call up the memory of the person who had seen it. But that'd be distracting at the moment.

cw super violent movie btw don't feel like you have to look it up lol

[rank1]

"Well, if we can find a copy, we gotta rewatch it," Travis replies, leaning back to his screen to redouble his efforts. A prison ship's gotta have a movie banned in several countries, right? It's not like half the people here would take it as an instruction manual. He prattles as he searches: "I guess it's not your usual fare if you don't remember it, though. It's iconic. You know they gave out barf bags at a premiere? I almost wanted one."

Oh *I* am aware of it. Never seen it but SUPER AWARE yes...

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"I don't get sick easily." Not anymore, unless one considered he was already 'sick'. With a virus that trumped all others.

HAHAHA rad. I'm working up the energy to watch it.... stupid character having canon fav movies...

[rank1]

"God, I wish I didn't," Travis replies. Too many benders in his 20s, probably. Fucks the whole system up. "Got any favorites, then?"

Godspeed to you my friend.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Crap, that would be the next question. Alex looked back down to his screen, absently scrolling to buy himself some time to think. HAD Alex Mercer had any favorite movies? What about himself--he had all these memories to sort through...

"Wizards. Also a fan of Alien. And Aliens." Those were fairly distinctive in his quick search through his mind.

[rank1]

Travis raises an eyebrow behind his screen, but he keeps his eyes on the titles. None of this shit looks like it ranks more than an R.

"What, like the Bakshi film?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Yep." Alex just confirms. The memory he pulled that from had seen it way too young, and it had made that person question things young too. Parents didn't care, it was a cartoon, right?

[rank1]

"I just wish it let you fall into the story," Travis replies. "Future, magic, sure, but it kept stopping to make shitty pop culture jokes. Where's the fucking sincerity, you know? Elinore was hot, though. They weren't making enough movies with women like that when I was a kid."

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"If that's all you got out of it, then you weren't paying attention." Alex said. Granted he could use a rewatch himself, as himself. Not from memories that were not his but were a part of him now all the same.

[rank1]

"Okay, wise guy. What did I miss?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"The search for identity and what you'll do to get it. Whether, if democracy does not remain vigilant, fascism will rise easily to take its place. The use of propaganda for both the 'good guys' and the 'bad guys' in the film."

[rank1]

"I mean, I got that," Travis argues. "I'm saying it was a fucking mess in communicating it. Bakshi's great if you want to see some 70s pothead humor, perky nipples and a big middle finger to bullshit social normals, but he legit thought Wizards was gonna cut it as some hopeful fable? Pick a lane."

Travis slams a hand on the desktop abruptly. He knows this is a stupid thing to get heated about –– he simply does not care. If no one will throw down with him in a fair fight, at least he can bitch about movies.

"You know what, fuck it. You know what we're gonna do?"

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Well, Alex was amused by this turn. Leaving the screen entirely, he turned to face the other, crossing his arms. Relaxed, despite that posture. "It was more idealistic than most guessed." He said dryly, before one half of his mouth quirked up in a half-smirk.

"What're we going to do? Also, got a name? I'm Alex."

[rank1]

“Travis,” he replies, and he sets upon the keyboard to search for Wizards. He does this with the concentration of someone performing brain surgery, but he types on the touch screen one finger stab at a time. “We’re gonna find the movie, and we’re gonna rewatch it and settle this shit.”

[lessandmorethanhuman]

Well, that wasn't quite what Alex had expected. It made him chuckle to himself. "I suppose it's good to meet you, Travis. And sure, why not?"

[rank1]

Searching, searching.. there it is. Travis grins to himself and transfers the file to his communicator. Fuck yeah. They’ll have to watch it on this bullshit little communicator screen, but it’ll be better than nothing.

“You know I’m the guy in the bunk above you, right?” he replies, flippant. “You’ve been practically huffing my gas for two weeks.”

Not that he’d blame him for not realizing. Travis keeps weird as fuck hours.

[lessandmorethanhuman]

"Knew the name, haven't really cared much to pay attention otherwise." Alex pointed out, besides just that he kept weird hours as well. Sleeping was kind of new to him. "Good thing I've smelled worse coming off the Jersey skyline before."