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directive? classified.

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xtinyslip

“my tits are anything but calm. okay? i’m –” aria knew her tone, she knew when to drag herself back in and that was what she did. allowing a deep breath to shake through her body as she glanced towards the female who had now shown herself. “yeah i wasn’t exactly given a chance to change before miraculously waking up here.” her tone was still slightly off but it was much better than it had been previously. “besides heels i can handle. it comes with the whole being short thing.” a smile trying to creep its way back onto her features. 

“clearly. i hadn’t even noticed.” she obviously was not invading her body with her eyes, knowing well it was just a figure of the speech and the it was clear to see the other woman was in distress. that was a feeling eve didn’t understand when it came to being lost, because she wasn’t ever lost, ever. she had these streets mapped out. “first thing is first, combat boots make everything better.” of course they did, but seeing as the other woman didn’t actually think her shoes were the problem and that she wasn’t likely to bother finding other ones, eve walked across the garage to shiny red vintage refrigerator and opened it up, grabbing out a beer and a glass bottle of pepsi. “you are extremely short.” no, she wasn’t really, but she was just agreeing with her while holding out both of the bottles to let her pick. 

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ravcnxrcycs

Raven stood there listening to what she was saying, and noting it down. she seemed like the perfect person to go to if she wanted to trade in something, or other things. “nothing to be fixed here.” she says, her eyes gleaming at the rover the other woman had. god damn it was like heaven in here. “i don’t have much to trade at the moment, still looking for specific things, thought maybe a talented person like yourself might be able to help me out with that.” she says, taking a step inside the garage, brown hue looking the rover over. “impressive.” she says under her breath, before her hue was looking into amber. “where did you get the parts for this bad girl?” she asks, a hand hitting the rover lightly before she was dropping it to her side.

eve had her preferences with work, her garage held her hobbies and that was related to all things either wheels or guns. nothing to be fixed made her wonder what the woman was looking for then, unless she was looking to encroach on her turf. eve didn’t like being invaded on if that was the case and she’d toss her out, but curiosity didn’t tend to actually hurt people. “depends, do you have your own place you’re running?” eve asks, because she had been here long enough to have shop set up for her truck and bikes, but she hadn’t see the other woman around here and that made her wary enough to fold her arms over her chest. “this is a garage not a store. garages carry many things.” and they did, at least hers did, not just the vehicles she was working on or her arsenal of projects she got into at random. she saw her looking at the matte black of the truck but eve’s eyes stayed on her for a moment longer before she moved to let the hood down. “i know how to weld.” she answers simply, though there were plenty of places in the town to find parts if that was what the other was looking for. eve didn’t know what she was looking for.

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xtinyslip

“what part of me screams looking to trade?” a raise of her eyebrows as she brought her arms to fold across her chest in a protective manner more than anything. she had literally been in a dollhouse which was her own version of hell before magically waking up here. she couldn’t trust it, she couldn’t even trust herself which had her on edge. “the extremely uncomfortable heels give me away?” a small smile playing on her lips. “i think that at this point the word lost would be an understatement. i didn’t plan on walking so far i just… i started and realised it was exactly what i needed.” her head was still spinning but the walking had slowed that, brought it to a pace she realised she could control which was something. 

“calm your tits, i spoke before i looked.” eve retorts in her defense, sighing and leaning her hip into her truck. the girl was right; in heels...it wasn’t safe in the garage for her, but the only real risk was busting ass on the slick of the concrete or the section of checkered tile. “yeah little bit.” she smiles back. “i’m surprised you didn’t lose those heels after the first few steps.” eve thought what she needed was a good pair of combat boots. 

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xmagnusxbanex

“You’re from Wintervale? How is that possible?” Magnus asked, raising a brow. He frowned a little at her question and began to make himself a cocktail subconsciously, “It depends on the person. On the one hand, there are a few people that I wouldn’t want to have here but on the other, if they were here they wouldn’t have any powers and they wouldn’t be terrorizing my home without me there.”

“as far as i know.” and if she didn’t know otherwise, then she couldn’t speak on it because the ‘otherwise’ didn’t exist. “i don’t know. i have dreams of being other places but they’re just dreams. dreams look nothing like this place at all. this is a town that’s colonized, not an actual trash heap.” she points out. whenever eve exhausted herself and crashed her dreams were vivid but she didn’t feel like she was missing anything and she went right on with her day when she woke up, doing whatever she had planned and not stopping until she was done. even making the stop for a beer was a plan she’d made. “guess no harm no foul so long as it’s not their personality that’s the entire problem.”

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clevercroft

“I’m in a unfamiliar place so of course i am lost.” normally being in a unfamiliar place wouldn’t archaeologist off , but something about this place felt off to the twenty three year old. Lara didn’t like this place at all for some odd reason she has yet to figure out

“well, you either happened upon the right place or you didn’t.” matter of opinion left that up to the woman. eve wiped grease from her hands to a towel she pulled from her shoulder and then continued. “if you need directions i know my way around.” she tapped her temple. “internal gps is on point.” she had just been here a long time it seemed.

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“listen, you’re either dropping off or ya want something.” eve slid herself out from underneath the ford raptor in her garage, having noticed the steps of the person walking around just inside the door. “dropping off recycling, needing something fixed, looking for parts, wanting to trade?” her amber eyes looked over the other, curious if she was leaving something out in the list of basics people came snooping around her garage for. “or just very very lost.”

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flyelliotfly

“i don’t know. i think the tree is kind of blocking the view a bit. we might have to cut it down. could use the wood to make toys out of it. or use it for firewood. or, to build something else with it. oh. like a tiny home for little creatures.” he was muttering to himself as he stood there staring at the tree he was stood in front of. it wasn’t in his property, he just thought it stood out too much. “and it’s not an apple tree.” so he really didn’t care if it went or not, but he couldn’t make up his mind. “i’m now hungry.”

the man was talking to himself, she thought, because he wasn’t looking at her and she was sure he hadn’t even seen her. “it’s a baby.” she caught on quickly that he was currently favoring apple trees, quick enough to deduct that they somehow got the special treatment. “apple tree.” she adds quickly. “it’s a baby apple tree.” which very well could save it’s life, if her gamble was well placed in hoping he didn’t actually read up on botany to know it was a maple.”yeah, it’s a baby apple tree. just wait, next spring it will be dropping bushels of apples on your head.”

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xmagnusxbanex

“At the moment I believe I’m the only one,” Magnus replied as he finished pouring the glass and placed it on top of a coaster in front of her, “I don’t think you’re considered one unless you’re from a world with shadowhunters, angels and demons,” He furrowed his brow, “Your landlord wore wings?”

“don’t think i am. i’m from here.” eve thought as much, at least, she couldn’t remember being from anywhere else but here. “yup, periwinkle with glitter.” eve nods simply. “i mean, to each their own. i just figured it was a trend or now that you mention it...he might be from where you are.” he wasn’t entirely together like this man seemed to be though, rather old and he talked to himself a lot out by his mailbox and yelled at kids that weren’t actually on his stretch of sidewalk, or there at all. “so is it going to be a good thing or a bad thing if people from your world show up here?” she didn’t want trouble. eve was protective of wintervale. she reached to pick up the glass of frosty beer. “thanks for this, by the way. you might be the only place here that even has pbr.” 

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thcharlcyquinn

“Here? I have no idea here but my assumption is probably no.” Harley answered with a grin on her face. “And I don’t need one no, but I do want one.” She commented, draping herself over the bike she was currently straddling and giving it a hug. “A fast one… strong and agile.” She described. “Colored blue and red.” There was a moments pause before she continued talking. “You mean to tell me you don’t charge people? I mean; that’s kinda great for me but a dumb move for you. Everythin’ has a price in this world… or any world. You need to learn that.” Because Harley felt like the woman would get no where if she didn’t know at least that much. “But I’ll take you up on that gun offer. Sounds like fun.”

“i get what i get out of working on things. what that’s worth to me...is my business.” eve says, moving to the front of her bike while the woman hugged it, her hand pulling soft cloth from her shoulder to wipe down along the rim of the front tire. “red and blue, gotcha. make and model? or do i get to play...” eve’s eyes moved over the other woman and she stepped around her taking her in, getting her own feel for what she could envision as far as bikes went. it wasn’t like she didn’t have the space for another project; eve definitely had the time for it. “how about just keep your punching bags out of this one alley, and we’re good.” eve didn’t need anyone snooping around when she had illegal concepts she was working on in here. 

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conditions: eve stays in an old warehouse she’s spent the last few months securing, though she does nothing with the apartment space above and opts to live mostly in the trailer camper parked in the space below and has spent her time with basic remodeling and mechanics. to her it feels like she’s close to just packing up and leaving to do greater things in the world but despite that feeling she’s never actually made a move to go anywhere else. she doesn’t feel she could ever actually leave at all and doesn’t think twice about that. it’s just how she’s wired.

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lydicxmartin

“That’s what I’m doing now, science is doing me no good for once. Onto the supernatural and folklore.” She commented, looking up from the book to see the woman leaning over and into her personal space, blinking a couple of times at her but staying quiet. She seemed harmless, if not a little odd, but she dealt with odd on a daily basis back home so she could deal with this. “The movie or the Medium?”

“non-fiction is doing you no good so the answer is fiction and fable.” she muses, repeating what she heard. eve was going to take that for whatever it was; it wasn’t hers to take for anything anyways. she did take a long glance at the book she was focused on though and then a long glance at the woman’s eyes that were glancing at her. “there’s a medium? is there a hard and a soft? or is it light?” this wasn’t computing and eve found it more solid to go back to the movie. “the movie. the whole ‘parallel time, different place, parallel place, different time’ all wrapped around matthew mcconaughey and renesmee.” eve mumbled, sitting back into her space and flipping back into a book on botany.

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thcharlcyquinn

There were certainly things in here that Harley would enjoy playing with. Some just simply to clean out her precious gun but the rest intrigued her too. There was so much she could create in here. “Oooo… Now mommy would love to play with you…” She cooed, wandering over to the bike, letting her hands stroke over the cool metal, caressing it with a fond smile on her lips before swinging her leg over and getting comfortable. “Sounds like you’ve got quite the business goin’ on here. I love my baby the way it is…” Harley commented, patting the gun at her side. “But I’d never turn down more guns. I have a collection back in Gotham don’tcha know. They each have their own special occasion.” At the mention of herself she laughed again. “Psycho Psychiatrist I think they would say… I like playing with weapons and catchin’ bats, lookin’ after my puddin and just having fun. Clothes too. I love clothes.”

her eyes followed the woman’s finger to the touch it brushed over the matte black of the bike, but ultimately she went back to releasing the hood of the truck and closing it gently. “do you have a bike or do you need one?” she asks, because there was no way that her bike was ready when she was still working on the small parts of gold detailing, but eve’s interest was piqued at the slightest inkling of a new project if the woman was looking for something, something that would cost eve nothing, and fill hours that eve wanted and needed to exhaust herself in. “only a business if you’re charging people, right?” which she wasn’t, because she wasn’t working for anyone but herself and she was doing what she liked and wanted. she didn’t know where psychiatrist was in any of the titles that the woman gave her but she shrugged leaned her hip into the front bumper of the truck. “if you come across any guns you can bring them here if you need a place to work on them.” because as she’d mentioned, the warehouse was secure.

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thcharlcyquinn

“Pain? Lady; that was nothin’.” Harley informed her because she had been known to do some serious damage in the past to those he crossed her path. Still, it seemed like on this occasion the compliment was enough to perk up up and she made a satisfied sound before following the woman, letting her fingertips trail over the wall, blowing a large bubble with the pink gum and letting it burst with a loud ‘pop!’ “What exactly is your work anyways?” She asked after a moment.

“then it will be easier for him to walk himself home feeling nothing.” eve answers, her eyes finally going back to the woman after she’d shoved him out of the alley she worked out of and moved back to the warehouse door to the matte black of the raptor she had the hood up on. the scent of bubblegum came with the other female and it wasn’t unpleasant for the moment over the scent of oil she’d been breathing in all day. her line of work was questioned, and eve liked to consider herself a polymath. “wide-range, but the security on this place is above anything on the market and likely illegal. i built that.” for starters. “i upgraded the yamaha r1, and the raptor...” she pointed to the bike and the ford truck parked nearby. i have a prototype for a fingerprint scanner that won’t allow a trigger to be pulled on a gun by anyone but the person it’s registered to, and a device that can be implanted by manufacturers to keep a gun from being fired until it’s registered.” it was so no one could use her own personal firearms, initially, but she might be onto other things with that. “oh and i drink more black coffee than i should, i have a recycling tendency that’s borderline psychotic and i have a succulent garden that i nearly kicked a cat for getting too close to.” random but it was her stuff. “what about you? just putting people in ‘nothin’ amounts of pain?”

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dippersxpines

“Oh man – you’re officially the coolest person here,” Dipper said as if announcing something important. “Seriously, you’re getting me pancakes? If this is what Wintervale is like all the time, I’m never leaving.”

“hey hey, buddy, buckaroo, don’t get attached, alright? i know i’m cool but this is just about pancakes. you and i would never work. i always pick waffles.” eve says matter-of-factly, a casual and relaxed shrug given as she started to lead the way to the diner. “you’re gonna have to leave me alone eventually, you can’t not leave.” 

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oftribrid

(¸.• ♛ → Hope looked around, this place wasn’t where she was. Her father, her mom she…no, she needed to be there but now she was trapped here. The girl looked around still confused about everything “What is this place? How I ended up here?” She spoke out loud, not really noticing that someone was around.

“interstellar.” she was a little obsessed with the concept and she had nothing else really aside from the more vague. “or just any parallel universe example within the actual universe.” eve sat up straighter where she sat on checkered tile. “...people existing on multiple planes or something, i don’t know, i’m just here. same as you’re just here.” seemed simple enough, and more thought that eve ever put into it.

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princessmatthews

“Hi I am Riley Matthews. i like rainbows .oh we should be friends . you my friend and you and you and everybody is my friend .Yay . Oh a puppy. ” 

“do you have a remote with a volume option and an energy setting?” eve asks, not pausing with the device she had in her lap in the open doorway of her garage. eve did look up at the stuffed green dragon on her work bench, and then right back to what she was doing with the wires in her lap. “that’s just elliot. he pisses on nothing and thus doesn’t piss me off.” but seriously, her eyes did widen and glance around to make sure a dog hadn’t found its way into her warehouse.