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[The feed starts with a simple black and white picture, moving slowly and occasionally skipping to catch up with the action. It appears that whoever is recording is in the industrial district and is panning the camera around to see everything. The clean-up efforts are still going on, but things are, for the most part, back in order. There are voices of people haggling over scrap parts, people and Pokemon having conversations; a cacophony of sights and sounds.

After a few moments, the camera moves to a young woman's face, and even with the limited video capability, you can tell she is positively beaming right now.]

Can everyone see this? Isn't it amazing? The engineers are geniuses, I never would have thought that I could actually record what was happening right in front of me! We should try to chronicle our lives for the generations after us, so they can see how we live. The people before us had ways of leaving a mark, even if we can't fully understand it right now, and now that we can take video of the things that we see, we should take advantage of it!

I'd love to see what other people might record. What kinds of things would you like to leave for the future citizens of Union and, well, beyond?

[There's a voice behind her, gruff and imposing, and Lux turns her head.]

Sorry, I'll be right there!

Anyway, my break is over. Think about it!

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[The same young woman from the feed earlier is seen leaving an inn, head lowered a bit. She looks exhausted, a bit dirty and now extremely discouraged.]

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[She looks surprised.]

Are you sure?

What else are you gonna do, sleep in a doorway? C'mon, my place isn't too far, it's not big but it'll do. Heck, you can even store some of your stuff there since your housing isn't permanent.

No, no, that's okay, I couldn't. Store my things. But somewhere to clean up and sleep, that would be really nice right. If it's not too much trouble.

Yeah, it's all good. C'mon.

[In the Residential District, not terribly far from the Industrial District, Ezreal leads her to a tower and up a lift for about 11 floors. Going down a hallway, he opens a door to a modest one-bedroom flat. It has a small bathroom and kitchen space, a table, a couch, a radio, and several bookshelves filled to overflowing. There are dirty dishes in the sink and books and notes strewn all over]

Oh right. Sorry, this place is kind of a mess.

[While she does notice the dishes, what she focuses on are the scads of books and scribbled notes.]

That's all right, I'm the one who's imposing on you.

What's all this?

Research notes, sketches, and blueprints mostly.

And probably a few recipes for low-impact camp cooking.

Edited 2014-02-08 07:42 (UTC)

Do you mind if I take a look, after I've cleaned up a bit?

Yeah, sure, no problem.

Edited 2014-02-08 07:47 (UTC)

Thank you.

[She excuses herself, returning about a half hour later. Her hair is actually down for once, tossed over her shoulder in a thick braid. She didn't have a change, so she's back in the clothes she was in before, which are still a bit dirty. There was no helping that.]

[Lux will note the dirty dishes pile has declined. She also notes Ezreal gives her A Look when she gets back in, before wordlessly disappearing into his room. He returns with a pair of pants and a shirt, they look like they're softer fabric, more nightwear]

Here. Go wash your clothes too, you can dry them overnight.

[She blinks a few times at the look, not entirely sure what it was for. She then looks down at the offering, hesitates, then takes it.]

[Lux retreats again, changing and washing her clothes, hanging them in the bathroom. She certainly looks a lot more comfortable, although the clothes are a bit big on her.]

Thank you. I'm sorry, I really don't mean to impose.

Eh, like I said it's all good, I don't mind.

[Meanwhile Jungler, his Purrloin, is nuzzling against Lux's leg and purring]

Also apparently while you're around Jungler has something else to focus on besides plotting my demise.

[Feeling something against her leg, she looks down.]

Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met.

[She bends down and holds out a hand for Jungler to sniff, before scratching under her chin. She stands up again.]

You didn't have to clean up on my behalf.

[When Lux stands Jungler jumps onto her shoulder and wraps up around her neck like a scarf, purring loudly]

Hey, if I'm gonna have guests it's the least I can do.

[Lux laughs, not expecting the sudden explosion of affection from the Purrloin. All right, more chin scratches for you, you ~~manipulative~~ cute little thing.]

I don't want to be a pest. Just act like I'm not even here.

Like I said, it's no big deal. Nice to have company for a change. I'm gonna get going on dinner, anything you can't eat?

You're cooking too?! At least let me help!

[She thinks for a moment, then shakes her head.]

Anything you make is fine.

I got this, it's not like it's a change in my routine anyway. You wanted to go over my notes right? Go ahead.

All right. But let me know if you need any help.

[Smart move, cooking wasn't really her strong suit. Carefully balancing a rather heavy feline on her shoulders, Lux wanders over to the living room and finds a spot on the floor to camp out and start reading.]

[Maybe half an hour later a steaming bowl of soup is plopped down on the table in front of Lux]

[Surrounded by books and papers, Lux doesn't notice Ezreal until she hears the bowl hit the table. She smiles up at him.]

Oh, thank you.

[She doesn't seem to be in any rush to eat, taking more pleasure at going through his notes.]

Are they really all THAT interesting?

[Lux stops, then nods.]

They're fascinating. It's always been interesting to me, reading a person's notes on what they've investigated. You learn a lot about the subject matter, but it also gives you a glimpse into the kind of person they are, or what drives them.

If you say so. Don't forget to eat before it gets cold.

You don't think so?

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