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[notyourutopian]

Who: Eleanor and Quorra
What: Visiting the Ocean!
When: Thursday Morning.
Where: Garden Zone 13
Warning: None?

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[isoalgorithm]

Quorra stepped out of it a nanocycle later, absently rubbing her left arm with her right hand, as if she was concerned it might fall off. Given all the recent molecular restructuring she'd gone through, it wasn't that farfetched a fear, but fortunately nothing seemed to have gone wrong with her or with the transporter.

Taking a moment to gather herself and her thoughts, she lifted her head and looked around, regarding her surroundings curiously. She could hear water, and feel a breeze on her skin; the smell in the air was strange, but fresh. That there was an artificial sea here didn't surprise her - given that she, herself, had been spawned from a Sea of Simulation. She doubted that any programs would be rising from the depths of this ocean, though.

Tearing her gaze away from the water, and her thoughts away from the past, Quorra spotted the girl sitting nearby and recognized her immediately as Eleanor, the fascinating User she'd spoken to the previous day.

Head tilted, she approached slowly, a bright smile on her face. "Hi!"

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor heard the other arrive but didn't open her eyes till she was addressed directly. She knew what it was like to step out and see, well...something new...and she didn't want to interrupt that for the other girl.

Once she was address though she scurried to her feet, twisting around and returning the smile with one of her own, though perhaps not as exuberantly as Quorra herself. "Hello," she said. Her voice was tinted with an Irish accent, one that wasn't always noticeable through the wearables.

"It's nice to meet you in person." She added.

[isoalgorithm]

"Audiovisual output doesn't really let you meet someone properly," Quorra agreed with another smile and a nod, trying not to stare too much. So many Users, so little time...Although that wasn't really true, was it? With no way back to the real world or the Grid, all Quorra had was time.

She didn't mind.

"So! This is the ocean? It's beautiful." Clasping her hands together, Quorra turned to face it. "Not what I expected, though."

[notyourutopian]

Eleanor did seem to realize she was being stared at, but it was something she was rather used to. In Rapture she had been a messiah, as much as she had despised it. Splicers would stare at her in her glass bubble like she was some caged animal.

Still, she knew Quorra meant no harm, so she pushed it aside. "I'm not sure I will ever get used to seeing people through the phones. In Rapture we didn't have anything like it, except for Ryan's old visual PA system."

She turned towards the ocean and nodded. "Me either. When I first saw it, I was...I don't know. It looks very, very different from the bottom."