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Discussion in 'River Street' started by Hannah Baker, Oct 8, 2017.

  1. Hannah Baker

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    Oct. 3rd || @Naomi Nagata
    With a few hours before her shift started at the theater, Hannah decided she would head over to the Bazaar to get a few things to take back home with her. There were a few things she wanted to get for the house that she knew that one of the stalls in the Bazaar would have. These little things that she did, including washing dishes or helping out was her way of thanking a certain doctor who had saved her life.

    With no car, Hannah generally walked or took the clockwork bus that drove around the town for those that wanted an alternative way to travel. She'd gotten on, found a seat and sat alone, her arms curled around her bag. Glancing out the window, Hannah could only sigh sort of wistfully in memory. Though things had turned out really shitty, she did have a good experience on the bus. Getting Justin's number for one thing.

    This was not then and there was no Justin here. Just strangers who took seats all around the bus, with her stare keeping most from taking a seat next to her. Right now she really didn't want to deal with small talk with strangers which would be bound to happen if previous experience served her correctly. Without an ipod or her phone for music, she had nothing else to show people that she was not in the mood for talking. Hence the stare.

    It took a few tries for the bus to start up which should have alerted someone to realize what was about to happen. So when the bus went only a few paces before dying completely and not starting up no matter how many times they tried it was no use. Hannah heard whispers on the bus, mutterings about how they now had to walk instead of taking the bus. Rolling her eyes, she pulled herself to her feet and headed towards the exit, only to pause when she heard another voice and someone pointing and asking their parent if said person was going to help fix the bus.

    She waited to see first before she would either go sit back down or approach them.

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    The occasional trip to the surface was unavoidable. Though Naomi no longer felt panicky underneath all of that blue sky, she was never able to fully relax on the ground. She still couldn't fathom how people lived their entire lives like this, crushed against the ground by the planet's gravity, trapped in two-dimensional movement over a ground that was hard and uneven. Despite her general dislike for the planet's surface, Naomi conceded that it was better than being trapped on the Rocinante for the rest of her life. As accustomed as she was to small spaces, even Naomi would eventually go stir crazy up there.

    They were running low on supplies, and it was Naomi that volunteered to go down to the surface to purchase more. She hadn't been back down since the day she'd checked in on Arcade after their shared trauma. She needed to prove to herself - and to her crew - that she was healed. Though it wasn't obvious just by looking at her, Naomi felt clumsy and unsteady walking down the crowded street. She felt exposed and vulnerable, even with the crowd pressing in around her. She'd lived most of her life in the close quarters of Belter ships and stations. There was always a hand-hold nearby, always a ceiling of some kind overhead. And when there wasn't a ceiling there was the vast, star-spangled blackness of space, and the confines of an EVAC suit to protect her.

    Needless to say, when the bus broke down - practically right beside her - Naomi grabbed at the opportunity to take her mind off her rising anxiety. The vehicle was both primitive and exotic to her engineer's mind. She stepped off the curb to approach the driver, who was bent over the strange, clockwork engine with an exasperated frown on his face.

    "Might be I can help, coyo," Naomi said as she came to stand beside him, slanting a look toward the engine and then back to the driver's face. She raised her eyebrows and gestured toward the bus in a silent request for permission. The driver looked immensely relieved and waved her on. Naomi shot him a small smile and then leaned over the engine, and after a moment reached in to start fiddling with a valve. She all but forgot the world around her while she worked, sinking easily into the familiar rhythm of diagnosing the issue and then fixing it.
     
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    Sure enough, as the seconds ticked by and Hannah shifted on her feet to get a better look, it appeared someone had come to help fix whatever had broken down. The only other person she knew who liked to fix things had been Tony. This wasn't Tony, it wasn't even a male which had immediately caught her attention. It was really good to see because it showed that women could fix machines as well as any male.

    Hannah tended to shift from being a tomboy to being a little bit more girly depending on her mood. During her youth she would pester her father when he tinkered with the car even if he wasn't exactly good at it. Somehow it had been endearing and just spending time bonding with her father had been great. Until she hit her teens and became that typical teenager.

    With nothing keeping her inside the bus, she sure as hell did not want to listen to bickering that was now coming from siblings near the back of the bus, Hannah left her position. Her feet carried her down the few steps and onto the concrete road, careful of the bit of a drop from the last step to the ground. From this angle she could barely see into the engine though few strange pieces could be seen from where she stood. It looked foreign to her which was probably a good reason why she wasn't fixing it.

    Inching a little closer, there was a slight pause of hesitation. Would she even be allowed to get closer and take a look? Though she had teased Clay for being a nerd, Hannah did enjoy some of the same things he had. While she would never openly drool over a car or its parts, she still could appreciate them and the work that went into making them what they were. "How do you know what needs fixing?" Hannah asked, biting the inside of her cheek, hoping that the intrusion wasn't going to make the woman angry at her. With another couple of steps, Hannah was close enough that she could stand on her tippy-toes and see the engine far better.

    "Incredible." She couldn't help but whisper. It was intricate and far different to anything she had ever seen before. All this time she had been here and she'd never seen inside - then again she'd never had one break down on her before.
     
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    It took a few seconds for Naomi to realize that she was being spoken to. She'd leaned over the engine far enough that nearly her whole upper body was stretched across it, though she was careful not to touch any of the hot parts. It was a lot of gears and valves and steam and... well, to be honest, it shouldn't have even been working to begin with. It certainly wouldn't have if it'd existed in the world she knew. Of course, Naomi wasn't familiar with the term magitech, and if someone had said it to her just then she'd probably look at them like they were crazy. What was magic but u explained science? A century ago traveling at more than two-g's had been considered impossible. Then Epstein made a breakthrough and suddenly people were traveling between planets in days and weeks instead of years.

    It wasn't until Hannah had moved in close and leaned up to see into the engine that Naomi realized the girl was talking to her. She straightened and put her hands on her hips, not noticing that she'd smeared a little bit of grease across her blue jumpsuit. She frowned down at the engine like it was an unruly child and blew a huff of air out of her cheeks, then shifted her dark eyes to Hannah's face.

    "I don't always. It's trial and error a lot of the time," she replied in that creole accent that was a crisp mix of Spanish, Chinese, and Slavic. "There's a method to it. You start with the most common issues, work your way down from there." It wasn't always that simple, but in general it was a good way to keep track of what she'd already tried, and eliminate the issues she knew it wasn't.

    Naomi smiled and tilted her head, her expression friendly and warm, and making it clear that she was open to conversation. "You like fixing things?" she asked with genuine curiosity. The girl certainly seemed intrigued by the engine that powered the bus. She kept her eyes on Hannah's face another moment more, then seemed to be struck with an idea and leaned over the engine again, this time to adjust a specific gear and then tighten down the cap over a valve, whose purpose seemed to be to release pressurized steam. She hovered there a moment, gaze raking over the other parts for any signs of deficiency.

     
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    As she listened intently, Hannah took her eyes off the woman and back to the engine as if trying to determine what could be the cause. With almost no knowledge of how it worked, it was no surprise that she didn't figure out what the cause was. "Makes sense." Hannah nodded with a small smile, not at all upset that she hadn't been able to help even if her eyes still were locked into the engine. "I guess it must be tough if it's not one of the common issues." She looked back towards Naomi, and although she felt a little stupid talking(small talk was not exactly easy or natural for her), she was still very eager to learn whatever knowledge could be passed on.

    The question was surprisingly startling as she'd never really thought much about it before now. Since starting high school she had moved away from it as she tried to find her place and status. High school could be a cruel and dangerous place where one thing could give a reputation that would be unshakable. "I do. Though I haven't for a long time and I'm not very good." Hannah admitted, a little shy. The last thing she had fixed was probably the popcorn machine back at work. Not as complicated as an engine certainly. "I've always wanted to learn more though." To be able to fix things without relying on someone else was always an important set of skills.

    Because no-one was guaranteed to end up having help if they got into trouble to begin with.

    "I know it's not the same but back home I was the only one who had been able to fix the popcorn machine." There was a pause. She hadn't heard anyone tell her what had happened before the bus stopped. Not just that but how it had taken a few tries to get it going. "Before the bus broke down it took a couple of tries to get started. I'm not sure how helpful that information is." The woman's warm and friendly expression made her feel a little more relaxed and at ease, talking a little more rather than letting her shyness stop her.
     
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    She was listening, but she continued with her task while Hannah spoke. Now and then she'd glance at the girl from under her arm. She was obviously an intelligent kid, and curious enough that she'd been willing to approach a perfect stranger and start asking questions. After a few more moments of tinkering around, Naomi made a sound of satisfaction low in her throat and then straightened up and stepped back away from the engine. She had a small cog, a slim metal pin, and a few bolts in the palm of one hand. The cog was blackened, and one side of it was distinctly cracked. She suspected she'd found the issue.

    "You see this here?" she said to Hannah, and held her hand out so the girl could get a look at the parts. Then she pointed to the place in the engine that she'd taken it from. "I've never seen an engine like this - I work on ships, mostly - but the science behind them all is similar. This cog is part of what drives the steam through the valves. The engine operates on a force similar to combustion, which makes the cogs turn, and the cogs... somehow drive the whole engine. How the makers managed all of this with brass, copper, and water..." she shook her head, both amazed and confused and a little skeptical of how the machine ran in the first place. It should have been a mechanic's nightmare. Brass and copper were both prone to rust, and they weren't the most durable metals out there. Everything about this town was both out-dated and a little bit magical, except Naomi couldn't bring herself to use the latter word, so she thought of it as strange or unlikely instead.

    She gestured to the driver, who came around long enough for her to explain that he'd need to replace the cog for the machine to operate again. The man grumbled something unkind about the bus and took the parts from her, then moved off to call whoever it was he called in situations like these. Naomi assumed the city had some sort of maintenance service for just such cases. She also suspected they were woefully ineffective. Hopefully knowing the issue would speed things up.

    The engineer turned back to the girl, pulling a small, grease-stained towel from her pocket and wiping her hands on it. "What's a popcorn machine?" It wasn't something she'd have encountered on Ceres or any of the ships she'd grown up on. She suspected that 'popcorn' was an Earther thing - some kind of planet luxury that her people either didn't have access to or deliberately eschewed.

     
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    Hannah peered at the cog, the metal was charred with a crack which now she understood why the bus broke down. "No wonder the bus broke down." Hannah spoke, echoing her thoughts with a voice that was tinged with amazement. To think something small like that had the power to stop something from moving. Something small that most would think insignificant but was important. "So the smaller parts as just as important." There was a lesson there. Just because you were small didn't mean you were worthless.

    Somehow she doubted Naomi would believe her if she said how it ran. Magitech was what ran the clockwork buses and it wasn't exactly something one would find in a normal environment - her own world didn't have magitech. "Pandora is a strange place. Things that shouldn't work do, things that shouldn't exist are alive." She spoke softly before realizing what Naomi had said. Ship - normal ship or spaceship? Her attire didn't scream navy ship and she couldn't smell the salt sea on her, not that that meant anything. "You said you work on ships. Are you meaning spaceships or ships that are on the seas?"

    If spaceships then she was definitely going to squee like Clay did when he found something new regarding one of his hobbies.

    So far she had met one other who probably wouldn't know what a popcorn machine was though she hadn't exactly asked him. The others had all known what popcorn was so Hannah couldn't help but feel slightly taken aback in surprise. Working at a cinema meant she had to deal with the smell of popcorn. Normally it turned people off to the somewhat healthy treat, her included depending on how she was feeling and what kind of day at work she had. Smelling like buttered popcorn after work wasn't all that appealing.

    But the taste? There is a reason why she couldn't hate popcorn for too long. "It cooks the popcorn kernals, turning them into edible snacks. You can put butter or salt or even icing sugar on them. Or just eat them plain." Hannah explained. "Most times people eat them while watching movies. It's the staple snack food." Only downside was they sometimes got stuck between your teeth and that was a pain. "I take it you've never had popcorn? That's okay, I can introduce you to it." Hannah did not want this woman to be popcorn deprived any longer! "That is, if you didn't mind? I've got time to kill before work."

    Hannah stopped right then and there, knowing she was about to start rambling. But she didn't want Naomi to think she had to say yes, she was more than welcome to say no.
     
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    It was still mind-blowing to consider that people here weren't simply from different planets, but different universes. Universes where human beings hadn't yet figured out how to travel through space beyond small missions to the moon, or sending unmanned probes to the outer planets. There were universes where people hadn't settled Mars, and where Naomi's own people didn't even exist. The latter was the hardest for her to think about, to accept. Her entire life had been defined by the word 'Belter', and all of the conditions, prejudices, and struggles that came with it.

    Yet before her stood a girl asking a question that confirmed the existence of such universes. Naomi's friendly expression faltered slightly. It didn't become unfriendly, just a little more pensive. "Space ships," she replied. "I'm an engineer." That was a very broad term for what she was and what she did, but it would suffice for their conversation. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she listened to the girl explain what popcorn was, and how it was made. She was starting to feel the effects of the higher gravity; her knees were twinging, and her neck and shoulders were starting to ache with the extra tension required to stand up straight. None of that showed in her expression, though.

    A gentle smile curled her lips at the girl's invitation. Naomi couldn't help but wonder if the young girl was lonely. She seemed quite willing to invite a perfect stranger to spend time with her, even before knowing Naomi's name or anything else about her. It wasn't a judgmental thought; if anything, Naomi felt a pang of empathy. "I'd like that," she replied sincerely. Naomi had already finished ordering their supplies and having them sent back to the shuttle. There was also nothing on the Roci that required her immediate attention. And if she could bring a little bit of enjoyment to someone else by something as simple as trying popcorn, she was more than happy to make the effort.

    Naomi moved to step back up onto the sidewalk and away from the bus. There was nothing more she could do without the needed parts, and she assumed that a maintenance team would be sent to do the actual repairs. "I'm Naomi, by the way." She tilted her head and looked to the girl with an inquiring lift of one eyebrow.

     
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    Yes I will watch the moon with you. I might even howl. She had teased Clay with a smile, secretly happy to be invited to watch and although she had joked about the howling, that was to hide the fact she had been nervous. Not of the skies above with the beautiful and bright stars and the universe beyond but because she would spend time with Clay. Someone she really liked. Which only made her feel somewhat sad that he wasn't here but that sadness didn't last. Not when her eyes lit up and an expression of awe crossed her features. "That is incredible." Hannah spoke, her eyes flicking up towards the skies.

    "Sorry. Sometimes I wonder what its like to be up there. To be closer to the stars." Her voice was soft, almost sad.

    Hannah was not the same girl who had left her world and universe. While she had someone in her life that had been kind enough to look after her, she was still alone. Still trying to adapt to her new life and a life after close to dying by her own hand. Still dealing with the effects of being sexually assaulted. How could she tell anyone without coming across as attention seeking? No-one would believe her or so she believed. She dealt with the nightmares on her own.

    She was more shy for starters though it didn't really extend to adults. With other teens around her age would have gotten a suspicious look, unsure of their motives, adults were a little different. Naomi had, so far, been nice. Letting Hannah ask questions without getting too annoyed and sending her on her way. And she accepted her offer of trying popcorn which was probably a very strange offer to anyone. "Yea?" As if she couldn't quite believe that she would accept but grateful all the same.

    Making sure she had everything on her that she had on the bus, Hannah headed towards the sidewalk rather than hopping back on the bus. "It's nice to meet you, Naomi. My name is Hannah." How many times had she said her name? Hannah, Hannah Baker. There were times when she wished her name was anything but Hannah. She gently rubbed her wrist, a constant reminder. She could only imagine what her parents were going through. If she knew then what she knew now, would she still have chosen that course of action? Or would the idea of asking for help not be as foreign or as terrifying as she once thought?

    It was easy to have regrets when you were given a second chance. To know that you caused the ones you loved pain and agony.

    Pulling herself from her thoughts, she looked towards the horizon with a dip of her head to indicate the direction before she would start to walk. "It's not far." Right now anything was better than being with her thoughts.
     
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    It would have been hard not to respond to the girl's awe. Naomi watched her with a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. There was a strange feeling in her chest, too, because in Hannah's world Naomi and her people wouldn't even exist. She wasn't sure that thought would ever not make her feel a little dizzy. The girl went on to apologize, as if expressing her wonder was somehow offensive, and when she spoke of being closer to the stars there was almost a sense of sadness in her words. Naomi took it all in without comment, but she noticed.

    "I grew up out there," she said, her chin lifting toward the sky though her eyes didn't leave Hannah's face. "Was born on a station with more people than all of the cities here combined." Six million people on Ceres station, ninety-five percent of them Belters. "Never thought I'd set foot on an Inner Planet." Never wanted to. A strange emotion passed through her eyes, one that even Naomi had a hard time putting a name to. It was only the slim metal bracelet on her left wrist that even made it possible for her to be here. It cast a gravity dampening field around her that protected her from the worst of the planet's effects. Without it, Naomi would have been slowly crushed to death by the planet's gravity.

    'Yea?' Naomi's smile widened enough to flash her teeth, and she lifted one fist in a Belter nod. Belters spent so much time in vac suits that they'd learned to communicate with their hands and arms where Inners would use their heads or shoulders. A nod or a shrug wouldn't be seen in a vac suit, but a lifted fist canted forward one time would be. It was an unconscious gesture, such an ingrained part of Naomi's expressions that she didn't even notice, the way other people hardly thought about nodding or shaking their heads.

    The girl introduced herself as Hannah. It was a pretty name. Naomi's eyes flicked downward toward Hannah's wrists in that natural way that the eyes were drawn to the movement of another person. Her gaze didn't linger and her expression didn't change, but she caught a glimpse of the scar that Hannah's thumb rubbed over. It was like a punch to the gut, seeing that kind of mark on someone so young. Several emotions surged through Naomi all at once, but she allowed none of them to take hold. She didn't know anything about Hannah - she didn't know her story, or what had led to that scar on her wrist. Still, she couldn't deny a deep sense of sadness that someone else - someone so young - might have been touched by the despair that had once defined Naomi's life. There was no outward indication of what she felt; Naomi Nagata was something of an expert at hiding her emotions.

    She'd learned, recently, that that wasn't necessarily something to be proud of.

    She followed at Hannah's side, careful not to lift her eyes too high as they walked. She was fine if she was looking several feet in front of herself, but once her gaze shifted toward that vast blue horizon, Naomi still had a hard time fighting back the waves of vertigo and nausea. She wasn't sure she'd ever get accustomed to it (or that she even really wanted to). If she felt odd walking beside an almost perfect stranger toward a half-unknown destination, Naomi didn't give any sign of it. She was a perceptive woman and considered herself to be a good judge of character. The only motive she sensed in Hannah was a desire not to be alone. There was nothing suspicious or underhanded about their interaction so far.

    "Have you been here in Pandora long?" she asked with genuine curiosity, her gaze flashing sideways toward Hannah.

     
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    Growing up out there, did she mean space? Hannah glanced back towards the skies, her brow furrowed in thought. What she knew about space and the cosmos came from books and scientists, not from those that lived there. Her knowledge may be wrong or outdated but she was sure of one thing. Such a different environment had to have an effect. Astronauts, for example, could end up with loss of bone density and eyesight, barotrauma just to name a few. So what about those who were born and lived their whole life? Their bodies would have to adapt in order to survive.

    So how was she standing here without any trouble? It made her worry slightly, "Must have been overwhelming. Not just the different environment but atmosphere as well." Hannah spoke softly, as much as she yearned to know and therefore understand her world, she also knew that sometimes it was far too painful to think about let alone talk about. In was, however, really awe-inspiring. Just to think she grew up there in space while Hannah lived on earth, what other differences were there? What kind of food or drink did they have?

    "Inner planet?" Hannah questioned, rather curious.

    Even if she hadn't known Naomi was born up in space, it didn't change her view. And why should it? Why treat someone different just because they were born somewhere that was perhaps odd to most but not to those in that specific universe. Hannah had felt too much hate and pain, both aimed at her and hers aimed at other people to know that all it did was cause further pain. Not to mention just how unfair it was. So the odd fist bump thing had been taken in stride, only with an arched eye as she tried to figure out its meaning and determining that it would have probably been a good thing. Like a confirmation sort of motion.

    She hadn't realized that the sleeve of her shirt had pulled up which meant when she rubbed her wrist, the thin scar from her suicide attempt was showing. Even when her arms fell back to her sides she hadn't realized.

    Had Pandora not picked her when it did then she would have been dead. A sobering thought, to get a second chance after being so close to dying. Living though, was just as tough as it was before though with added guilt. Those thoughts and feelings didn't just go away. Even knowing she had another chance, it didn't wipe the slate clean. It was hard and it was painful.

    "Four months. Feels a lot longer though." Hannah admitted, each step carrying them closer to their destination. "I think the hardest thing is that I will never see my mom or dad or my friends ever again." If they came to Pandora then she would see them. If not, she would live the rest of her life never talking or seeing them again. "What about you?" Hannah asked, equally curious.

    The air around them had an extra scent to it - the wind was blowing in the right direction otherwise it would have been another thirty seconds to a minute before the scent would have been detected. It was only another few minutes before the building came into view. "That is where we're going." Hannah pointed. "It shouldn't be too busy. Generally there is a bit of a lull at this time." This was far better than letting herself think because when she thought, that was when everything came crashing down around her.
     
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