Private Investigation
Cappuccino Apartments, her new home, for now. Eve wasn’t sure she liked it; not that it was a horrid place, but she was rather eager to return home home. She couldn’t imagine finding solace in returning to this place to recharge, not the same way she’d found solace in going back to her—
...whatever.
But the unfortunate reality forced her to stay here. There was nothing to do but adjust to learn to live in this place, in this strange city, so deeply foreign to her. The unidentifiable signals from all the technology unsettled her so. The last time she had been this overwhelmed by things she couldn’t place was—
No, stop. Stop thinking about the world you know. That’s just making it worse.
The least she could do while she was here was find a way to help the citizens, she thought. Surely there must be some poor common person in need of her help. She found herself horribly displaced, unable to think of a reason beyond returning to her allies that she wanted to go home, even though she could have sworn there was something else, but her code is flawless, there could be no error, no lapse in memory. she had to find some person.
She was simply going to go poke around for information herself, but a certain person, sitting at the bar of the Cappuccino building, caught her eye. His life signal was that of an ordinary human, but his attire...it suggested a detective profession, and his arms, what little she could see of them... appeared to be covered in bandages. That person, perhaps he knew something; being in-the-know was part of a detective’s job description, after all. Of course, it could just be some strange fashion; in which case, she would be locking herself into a potentially pointless conversation for who knows how long.
She changed her unusually haphazardly plotted course from towards the door to towards the bar, approaching him with a business-like air. She had already lowered herself to asking townsfolk for information once; she couldn’t have any issue doing it again
“...Excuse me,” she tried to introduce herself, tapping him on the shoulder. Her voice had a stiff, awkward tone. “May I sit with you? I would like to speak with you.”
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