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Event - Quarter


Quarter

➥ Quarter Dollar

Photo from high up above the inside of a convention center. The view shows metal scaffolding on the ceiling and cubicles and booth set-ups on the floor. It is a career faire-type set-up and people are walking amongst the booths. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.

There are many different departments at ADI, all of which seem to be vying for new potential arrivals to join their ranks. As the Quarterly Meeting begins, everyone is shown into the large gym below ADI where each of the departments has set up a booth. Some are more impressive than others with activities and native and off-worlders alike there to enthuse about joining up with them. Everyone is allowed to join up to two departments at ADI. Choose wisely!

Administration and Public Relations
These two departments appear to have joined forces and, as such, have gone all out for their booth. There are colors and informational signs all over the place, snacks, grinning people willing to tell you that it's great to be able to do your part away from some of the serious danger posed by fieldwork. They have set up a competitive game of Two Truths and a Lie. Everyone is given a card out with the names of people they play with. There's a place for them to sign off if a person successfully guesses their lie on the first go. There's a $100 gift card for the Castaways Vintage Cafe up for grabs to the person who can gather the most lies! Get to know each other and get some delicious (local) coffee and pastries!

Canteen and Facilities
The people in the Canteen know what will bring likely new arrivals into their fold: food. Food combined with… cleaning? Mostly, this means that they have some tasty snacks cooking on a few hot plates, or available in coolers set up in front of their booth, as well as a coffee dispenser. Their activity to get people interested is a 'consume the evil avatar' challenge. There are fruits, veggies, and other foods available to design a consumable creature. Those who participate are told that they will be given three free desserts at the Canteen. You might win a few extra if you can convince your fellow participants that your edible avatar is the best. Or… worst, as the case may be. Please remember to clean up when you're finished!

Equipment and Research
The R&D team, as it were. Although Research is a much broader department, they've teamed up with the Equipment folks to showcase their departments together as a place for nerds of all stripes. There are some interesting-looking gadgets for anyone who comes over that basically amount to very fancy fidget cubes and fidget spinners. The Research team also has a challenge for those who think they might be cut out for this department: Collect at least three pieces of information from or about people around the gym and report back. The cooler the info, the more (arbitrary) points you'll score. Everyone who participates and reaches a certain points threshold will be given one of the fidget cubes or spinners to take home with them.

Security and Investigations
The Security and Investigations departments have taken over nearly a quarter of the gym with their combined booth displays. It's a mini-obstacle course with nerf guns and targets set up. It's designed so that people have to work in teams to overcome some obstacles, the better to show that this is a team, whether you're working close to home for security or out in the field, relying on other people to have your back. Those who participate in the obstacle course will be timed. The team with the best time will be given bragging rights plus a $100 gift card (each) to the General's Store. Teams are allowed to run the course more than once or break apart to find more agreeable partners for runs.

Medical and Counseling
The combined Medical and Counseling departments have set up a very cozy looking booth area. They've got colorful standing screens that give the appearance and sense of a more intimate setting in front of their booths. The comfy bean bag seats they've scattered strategically with tables nearby to set down food or drinks only add to the ambiance. There's a gentle suggestion for a game where you find as many things in common with another person as possible, but everyone who can find even one thing in common with another person will win a prize. Said prizes are things like candy, stress balls, and handheld massage tools.

Information Technology
This particular department doesn't seem to think it needs to work to get people to join. There are some TVs set up with video game consoles that feature 2-player games exclusively. If anyone asks, they'll indicate a lot of their job is sitting around, waiting for things to break. The hacking only happens sometimes and it's really cool when it does, but they can't be breaking into things like the FBI constantly. That would be a bad look.

Staff Development
The booth here is one sad, long-suffering-looking person who's sat behind a folding table. They're handing out pamphlets. Just… so many pamphlets about potential skills you could learn. There's no game here, just pamphlets. A disturbing volume and variety of pamphlets. It's like this person seems to have become a living Craigslist, advertising every bizarre thing someone at ADI could potentially teach them, from alien languages to how to play the hurdy-gurdy.


➥ Fiscal Quarter

Photo of a woman holding a small remote and pointing it toward a wall-sized PowerPoint-style slide. The woman is wearing a light turtleneck, dark slacks, and a microphone headset. The top half of her face is cut off, so that her eyes are not visible. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: references to character deaths/disappearances, reference to animal attacks, mention of insects/centipedes)

Once 3 PM rolls around, everyone is herded into an exceptionally large conference room on the lower levels of ADI. People are allowed to bring their drinks and snacks, but are asked to be respectful with their volume. There's a raised stage at one end of the room, and it's onto this that Nia Lehrer steps. She is a short, dark-skinned woman with her hair styled into a tight and professional braided bun atop her head. She's in a striking scarlet pants suit and carrying a small remote that she uses to turn on a projector for a PowerPoint slide presentation titled: Third Quarter 2021. She is accompanied by another woman with a shock of bubblegum pink hair who stays to one side and proceeds to sign as Nia speaks.

"Thank you for coming, everyone." Nia directs a tight smile at the camera aimed at the stage. "And tuning in if you can't be with us today. It's been a hard year. We have new faces, but… a lot fewer old ones. I'd like to take a moment, please, a moment of silence for those who are no longer with us, whether their fates are known or not."

The slides shift and there is one titled 'In Memoriam.' It includes what may be many familiar names, but also the names of people native to this world or others from different worlds who arrived from earlier in time.

"Thank you. Now, I'd like to turn everyone's attention to our accomplishments..." Nia is a skilled public speaker, and it shows as she walks the room through two separate, major threats that ADI and its personnel have managed to contain: a ritual attempt by the Endless Sky Cult out in Montana, and an infestation of dog-sized centipedes that turned up in North Carolina. She also gives praise to those who fought against the kelpies and eradicated them closer to home. "We've identified the likely origin point for the kelpies as Bar Harbor in Maine. It seems strange animal sightings and 'shark' attacks dropped off when the population was relocated to Essex Bay. We're still looking into how they were transported and who brought them down. If anyone has any additional information, we welcome it.

"That brings me to the question of how we're obtaining our information, though." There's a pause as her gaze sweeps over the room. "Many of you are from worlds where you have magic, where you have extraordinary, superhuman abilities and there is no cost. It's just a natural part of who you are. That's no longer the case. While we appreciate efforts to gather information on our behalf, we do things the right way here. We don't feed off of other people and do exactly what's been done to so many of us. There are limited circumstances that ADI can authorize the use of the kinds of abilities some people have been discussing around here. Saving your life when you get here and keeping all of this a secret." She motions to the room at large. "I know many of you probably have an opinion on this, but I'll be blunt with you. If you have the ability to use whatever powers you possess, you are hurting or have hurt someone. You have made the conscious choice that someone else is going to suffer because you wanted or felt you needed that power. Justify it to yourself that 'they deserved it,' but that doesn't change what you are doing."

She takes a deep breath. "This is a difficult transition. We've allowed some things to slide because of that. Know that the longer you're here, the less leeway we're willing to grant you.

"Now, there are a few other threats we're tracking at the moment. Fenix Down is one of them. We have field operatives monitoring his performances and keeping track of his movements. As he seems to be in the early stages of accumulating power, he's not our highest priority. We're more concerned with reports coming out of the Blue Ridge Mountains. We're still gathering intel, but there may be a ritual in the works somewhere in that area. Until we have more information, we'd like to keep most of the people here, particularly our new arrivals, busy closer to home. The source of the singing around the city is a concern. We'd like to start sending out patrol teams for the graveyards to try to find the source. Similarly, the situation in Dogtown is becoming a problem. We've never seen anything quite as vicious as what's been happening there lately. Again, we'd like volunteers to assist in routing out whatever's hiding in there and putting an end to it before it hurts anyone else.

"If you're interested in that, Reyes will be organizing the patrols. And I'll be available for 10-minute discussion blocks after the next presentation. Please check in with Reyes to reserve some time."

And with that, she heads off the stage, leaving it to the CFO, a nervous-looking man who goes over the company finances at a high level for the next 20 minutes.


➥ Quarter Pounder

Photo of a large, dark boar standing in a snowy forest. One front hoof is slightly raised and the boar is shown in profile view. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: animal attack, consumption of human flesh, violence, gore, body horror, potential for severe injury, including puncture wounds and broken bones, potential for choking, potential for animal death)

Once you really start looking in Dogtown, it's almost… obvious. That's not water splashed across the path through the dirt, there's a rich iron scent to it. Blood. Blood is everywhere around Dogtown. It lingers in the air, but so many ordinary people seem to just… ignore it. They can't see it. Or maybe they don't want to. Ignorance is bliss, after all.

You are not ignorant. Make of that what you will. It's the reason why you'll be able to find your way, eventually, to a clearing where the scent of blood is the thickest. Or… almost make it there. There are no paths to this part of Dogtown and wandering, you could believe you're deep in the woods, well away from any civilization. It will take a keen eye to spot the traps set out all around the clearing. Snares hung on branches and hidden amongst leaves, bear trap-like devices made of sticks and pieces of twine, spike pits, small trenches you could break your ankle in. All manner of simple traps designed not to kill, but to wound.

If you do find yourself caught, you may be waiting a long time before anything comes to check on you. But perhaps you'll get lucky and someone else will be making an ill-advised trip out into the woods! When you do finally make it out and manage to get to the clearing, it may seem to be a deceptively uninteresting place. It's just a meadow with some wild boar turning over chunks of mud near some sort of drop off. A large hole?

The wind changes and you get a whiff of what's coming from that hole. Rotting, putrid meat, blood that's curdled and a body that's just gone off. Take an actual step into that field and the boars turn as one to look at you. And then the creatures actually stand up, revealing a collection of human arms and legs writhing along their bellies. The only sound is a squeal as they charge. Ready to gore, grab, and make you another piece of their collection.


➥ Quartermaster

Photo of a flooded basement. There is standing water that is at least a foot deep. A set of weights can be seen fully submerged, a dark sofa is partially submerged, and there are a number of items visible just beneath or floating on the water. There is a purple gradient filter over the photo.
(cw: flooding; damage to homes and possessions; drug paraphernalia; potential for memory loss or reference thereto)

It's two in the morning when disaster strikes at Bonnie's Flophouse. A few thunderstorms have rolled in over the past week, but they were nothing in comparison to the tempest that pelts the building tonight. While residents of the ADI apartment complex are warm and safe in their beds, residents of the Flophouse are liable to learn at the worst time that their windows are less than watertight. Thankfully, all it should take is a bit of elbow grease and/or improvised dam materials to stop up those minor leaks, so while it's not a particularly restful night, no one's out of a home.

No one, that is, apart from Bonnie and the Visionary. Their shared room in the basement of the Flophouse fares much worse, water from a stopped drain pouring down the inside of the unfinished foundation. In the hours directly after the storm hits, Bonnie can be found frantically ferrying their things upstairs (there are many potted plants and sodden wall tapestries--and yep, that's a bong) while the Visionary perches uneasily in a lumpy common room chair. Show up downstairs during the crisis and Bonnie will absolutely put you to work removing things from the flooded basement or trying to figure out how to stop more water from coming in. Show up the next morning and you'll find the two of them asleep on couches in the ground floor common area.

It takes days to dry out the mess in the basement. Bonnie is kept busy with that work, directing anyone who will help and doing what she can to correct the issue so it doesn't flood again the next time a storm rolls in. She's constantly on the move; conversations with her during this period will tend to be limited to Bonnie handing out instructions for repairs or for drying things out before rushing off to the next thing she has to get done. In the meantime, the Visionary spends most of his time in the common room, seeming overwhelmed by it all. She's a thin, sickly figure with a white walking cane and a blindfold they never remove, and up until now has only been a sporadic visitor to the building's shared spaces. Despite the blindfold, he always seems to know when someone has entered the room, head turned and tilted as she listens, a hungry twist to their mouth.

"Don't tell me where you come from," he'll warn you before you've even had a chance to say hello.



➥ Mod Notes
  • GENERAL - Players are welcome to play NPCs for themselves when they are needed in a thread. If you need more information on general behavior for these types of NPCs, please feel free to ask! In general, the information provided in the prompt should be sufficient and you're welcome to make up any details beyond that for your specific scene. For this event, the only NPCs that should not be controlled by players for threading are: Nia Lehrer and the Visionary. These NPCs will be played by mods and available for interaction.

  • QUARTER DOLLAR (25 September) - For anyone who participates in the Administration and Public Relations or Security and Investigations booth events, there is a sign-up below. The ultimate winners for those booths will be RNG'd and announced on 9/30. Characters who are already part of a department are more than welcome to say that their character is manning the department booth for a portion of the meeting. Selecting a department is something that can be handwaved. There is no official sign-up sheet. Please just remember characters can only join two departments at a time. ADI is mindful of people trying to overwork themselves as a trauma-response and will actively prevent your character from trying to do so by keeping tabs on where they're working and what hours. They'll have to leave the building, at least to continue working after a max of 50 hours each week between their assigned departments.

  • FISCAL QUARTER (25 September) - Nia will be available for conversations with characters after the presentation. You can handwave that Reyes set you up with a time to meet. Please simply tag into the NPC Top Level below with your character entering into an office where Nia will be seated and waiting for them. Characters may meet with Nia individually or in pairs. Characters who attempt to use supernatural abilities on Nia may experience extremely negative IC consequences, as a warning!

  • QUARTER POUNDER (25-30 September) - Characters will be able to use mundane or supernatural senses to track the blood and bits of flesh they might find along the way to the meadow. The traps have no particular pattern to them. They're simply numerous and clearly hand-made from whatever could be scavenged in the forest. There is nothing supernatural about them, but they will hurt characters who aren't careful. They seem to be fairly well hidden. Even someone experienced might not notice them. The boars will attack and attempt to rip pieces out of characters if they see or smell them. They do not speak, but will squeal and attempt to rip people apart if they get ahold of them. The hands and legs on their torsos will assist with this. Once killed, the boars will simply separate from the human pieces that are attached to them leaving them looking like they were just ordinary boars. There are multiple groups of boars that may be found at different times in the meadows. Various groups will need to eradicate them over the course of the week to finish them all off. The hole filled with meat isn't actually that deep, but there's a good handful of body parts and just chunks of meat in there. No full bodies, though.

  • QUARTERMASTER (26-30 September) - As far as anyone can tell, the flooding is just that: normal flooding and water damage. Bonnie will not be available for threads; it can be assumed that anyone trying to strike up a conversation with her will be given something helpful to do and not a lot else. The Visionary will not stray much from the common room until their shared room is habitable again, and will generally be available for conversation. The Visionary is nonbinary and uses he/she/they pronouns interchangeably. Mod narration will reflect this.
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-01-07 10:31 pm (UTC)(link)
Jaeger has the advantage of more distance, but he's not going to let Beau get too far out of his circle. Especially with the risk of something coming around behind them, separating them with greater numbers.

That would be bad, and Jaeger's got half an eye out for any additional monstrosities. And traps. Can't forget the traps, because the woods are littered with them and wouldn't it be a goddamn terrible time to step into a tripwire or snare. It's a lot to pay attention to, but there's adrenaline coursing through his system, giving him that peculiar hyper-awareness of mortal danger, and somehow he manages to pace Beau without breaking his neck on something.

When she's got enough of a lead, he pauses, raises his pistol again, aims a little higher and fires off another two shots. Fifteen rounds suddenly seems like a pathetically small clip, but it's what he's got.

Not all he's got, but it's what he has for now. After that, well? They'll see. And fortunately, he's got good aim. Even if they aren't killing shots, they'll slow the damn thing down, stagger it, and...

Well, make it even madder. There's that, too, as it shrieks a shrill, metallic cry of rage and flails at whatever it can reach.
lesbeau: (« [Concern] no hard feelings yeah)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-01-12 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
At this point, Beau's focus is on getting this thing to chase her and make it stop paying attention to all the bullets going into it's hide. The real issue is that there just isn't a lot of change in it when it gets shot other than seeming to make it madder. Instead, she's just going to try a Whole plan right now and skids to a stop at the edge of the pit, cupping her hands around her mouth towards the beast.

"Hey! Pig arms! Over here, dipshit!" She stands until it has attention on her and begins the charge, but doesn't move. For a moment, it looks like she's just going to let it tackle her clear into the pit, until at almost the last second she... basically just leapfrogs right over it's head. It looks worse than Beau feels about it, but that doesn't make it good. Regardless, the beast slips, and she lands only slightly ungracefully as it falls screaming into the meat pit.

At that, her gaze goes back towards Jaeger. "Can you get a killshot if it's on the ground?? Because I think it's gonna take a minute or two to get the hell out!"
lowficharm: (« [Tired] out in the fog)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-01-13 04:50 am (UTC)(link)
You deserve it to me. You always will.

[Something in Martin knows he'll never fully convince him, but that doesn't stop from drawing the other man close, kissing his forehead, pushing their beanbags together so he can simply hold Jon. Maybe if he tries hard enough, the other man will be able to feel it. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he can chase out the cold, lonely caverns of his own chest. He's got to try. He's got to.]
lowficharm: (« [Surprise] caught thinkin gay thoughts)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-01-13 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
Suddenly it's a good thing he has steady hands, because if not, Martin would've balked. Okay, so of course it would be easy to think the guy with the cool metal prosthesis who can fly a helicopter is an assassin, and yet... he finds himself surprised. Maybe it's because the last assassins he contended with was a homeless man and the trigger-happy daughter of a serial killer. Who knows! Not Martin!

Still, he manages to keep his face on straight and nods like that was the most normal thing anyone could have said to him. "Wow, that's... wow! Unexpected, uh, but. I can see why you would, uhm, k-know the... helicopter. And things. I mean, it's really unique, that's-- never really known someone who did that!" Please, Winter, say something and stop him from babbling.
the_archivist: (Broken)

[personal profile] the_archivist 2022-01-16 12:27 am (UTC)(link)
I- I love you.

[What else can he say? Martin is always there, always has faith in him for some reason. It's a fault really, but Jon can't truly wish things were different.]
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-01-16 08:50 am (UTC)(link)
Winter pauses to look up, through the fall of his hair, at Martin's face. Not his eyes, but his face at least. Right cheekbone, maybe. And he says very clearly and calmly, "I am not going to kill you."
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

cw: gore

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-01-17 01:12 am (UTC)(link)
Jaeger has other skills at his disposal, but none he can rely on here. Not unless he wants to fall a little further into the Hunt's influence, which is already thrumming in his veins. Prey to be conquered, blood to be shed. The itch is strong, but he pushes it back in favor of practical duty.

He creeps closer to the edge of the pit, pistol at the ready, and gives Beau a short, brisk nod. The stink is atrocious, but he's got better control than to recoil, especially with an enemy still active on the field.

"Easier shot," he agrees, sighting down the barrel. The thing is still flailing and squirming, but at least it's not charging right at them, and he pulls the trigger again, twice. This time, the shots catch the monstrosity in the throat and face, and there's a welter of blood and bone.

"That was an amazing jump." Even has he speaks, his eyes scan the clearing, because they've made a lot of noise. "Though we may want to leave before any others come back."
lowficharm: (« [Gentle] (kh voice) HOOOOLD MEEEE)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-01-19 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
I love you too.

[It doesn't matter where they are, what they're doing. This much is constant, and Martin will always hold Jon tight until he wants to go or they get kicked out. Nothing else matters right now. Only him, and only this.]
lowficharm: (« [Eh] MMMMM don't like that)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-01-19 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I-- I didn't think so." That sounds like it would be just a massive lie outright, considering their conversation, but he follows it up quickly. "I mean, it-- usually people who get paid to kill people don't just murder for fun. I mean, it's, it's your job, I-I can't imagine someone paying money to kill me. Wouldn't be worth it, I figure, and you're probably really good, so..."

He shrugs as much as he can without moving his hands. "I just didn't really know what to... say, about that. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable, but I'm... sure I did at this point. Sorry."
worthallthis: (frowny face)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-01-19 09:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"I didn't get paid. But my handlers aren't here to give me orders, and ADI will not order me to kill you unless you turn into an avatar. So I will not kill you." Please don't turn into an avatar and make him a liar, Martin.
lesbeau: (« [Smirk] lets get FUCKED UP)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-01-23 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Beau doesn't flinch back at the dispay other than to bring her arm up to block her mouth, just in case any excess comes flying her way. She's had a lot of stuff in her mouth (and been the stuff in some other mouths), but when she can avoid it she'd like to.

Once it's apparent the splash zone is over, she gives him a bit of a grin.

"Thanks. 'Ss what I do. But uhh, yeah, if there's more they're gonna know." On the upside, they also know things now, and Beau pulls out her notepad to jot down a few words. "Might wanna do that thing you were doing before. With the pictures. People will want to see this."
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-01-24 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
Bits of blood and other matter is definitely not a welcome taste, and he doesn't blame her in the least for covering her mouth. The angle makes it easier to avoid, at least, and Jaeger gives another quick look around before he holsters his pistol.

The song in his blood fades to a murmur with his prey dispensed with, and while it's not satisfied exactly, it's quieted to a low background roar. That's good enough, and Jaeger gives Beau a nod before taking up his camera again.

"Good idea, yes. This is a scene that the others should see. And will get us paid as well, I'm sure." This counts as proof of strange goings-on, Jaeger is positive, and more than enough to garner them that $100 payoff.

Even if the corpse of the pig-monstrosity is now just a pile of detached limbs around the body of a wild boar. The camera clicks away as Jaeger walks a slow half-circle around the pit, recording in stark detail the body parts and unidentifiable scraps of flesh that make up the "treasure".

"Human parts. But no heads and only partial bodies." He says it distantly, clinically- this is a man used to dealing with horrors. He glances over at Beau again between shots, checking his footing very carefully. Good, solid boots were an excellent investment after all.
lowficharm: (« [Nervous] not the chosen one)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-01-24 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Martin, who came very close to doing exactly that in his own canon, will keep his face straight and focus on the rest of that sentence. Handlers, then. Sounds like less of a job and more of... something else. But that's probably not a safe place to poke into.

"No, I, I really don't think that's going to be a problem." He chuckles just a bit, as if to dismiss the idea as ridiculous. "You, uhm, you take care of yourself against that too though. The Hunt really latches on to people that, uhm... you know. The thrill of the chase sort of thing. It's important to be aware of stuff you do here, it, it might mean something that it didn't back where you came from."
worthallthis: (but i did it)

[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-01-25 08:32 am (UTC)(link)
Winter shakes his head firmly. That's not a thing he's worried about, at all. Not the Hunt, anyway. "There is no thrill. Satisfaction, maybe, doing a mission quickly and cleanly. Getting to go back into cold storage." Where nothing hurts and no one wants him to do anything. He does kind of miss that, a little.

He finally gets the last bit of gunk out of that servo and flexes his fingers. The inner workings all shift with the movement. "All I want now is to protect people. Can't do that if one of the fear entities owns me."
lesbeau: (« [Speak] yeah its about updog)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-02-08 03:30 am (UTC)(link)
This better count as "strange goings-on", because she didn't almost get clotheslined by a manbearpig for free. She does turn her nose up towards the corpse, squinting now that the arms have simply... left, and jots that down too.

"Killing it seems to have disrupted whatever enchantment was on it, if all the other parts came off. This must either be where they put the extras, or where they become those things. But I'm sure as shit not sticking around to find out." Beau closes her book with a snap, taking a quick survey around. "We should get out of here. That wasn't quiet."
lowficharm: (« [Serious] you know i'm here for you)

[personal profile] lowficharm 2022-02-09 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
The words cold storage are going to stick in his head, really make him start wondering what kind of life this man had before getting here- what it probably explains about a lot of the other stuff he's said. But Martin nods like he understands, and watches the interconnected insides move as he thinks.

"Well-- well good. Everything they've said here, its... it seems really insidious. Like it'll catch you if you're not really on top of it. I'm not-- hah, I'm no you, but-- I want to help protect people too. However, uh, however I can."
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-02-11 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
Jaeger takes a couple more quick photographs, before he nods at Beau and lets his camera drop to its strap around his neck again.

"Agreed." He doesn't have enough ammo left to deal with more of the damn things, and better safe than vivisected, in his opinion. "I think this is as much proof as we're going to get, short of dropping a bag of severed limbs on their desk."

Which he's not above doing, except that's sort of gross. And thankfully unnecessary, for the moment. Pictures will do.

He gives another last, long look around, then another nod to Beau. "Let's go, then. Just be careful: there's probably more traps."
lesbeau: (« [Smirk] stunning strike)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-02-15 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"I mean, we could." She looks back at the hole, and then at him. "You think it would make a better impression? Because I'm all for it if you've got someone you're pissed at." Never let it be said she isn't a little shit even at the best of times, and that dangerous sort of grin is back.

"We don't have to or whatever. But it'd be pretty funny. And they couldn't say we aren't really thorough." At this rate, they're never going to be paired up on a mission again, but like-- who gives a shit, this is very worth it.
bloodalwaystells: smiling (smiling)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-02-15 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
That gets a short, surprised laugh out of Jaeger: it's as rough as the rest of his voice, but it's sincere, a momentary lightness in a man who seldom shows humor.

Gotta laugh about something, even if it's bags of severed limbs.

"I think whoever drives us home would object, nothing in that pit looks too fresh." Still chuckling quietly, shaking his head at his own warped humor. "We've mapped it pretty well, though, I expect if someone wants their own souvenirs, they can come get them."

He hopes to be paired with her again, honestly. She's attentive and skilled, and he appreciates that kind of professionalism.
lesbeau: (« [Excited] YEAH MOTHERFUCKER)

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-02-25 05:01 am (UTC)(link)
She just shrugs in response, but doesn't push it. It's harder having to live in a society that doesn't appreciate bringing a bag of guts into a superior's office, but hey, he enjoyed the concept of it and that's what matters. Beau snickers herself, giving him a little nudge of 'we could though' before actually letting it go.

"Alright, alright, but keep it in mind in case someone pisses you off later. Don't think this is going away anytime soon." Not that she wants to have to fight more pigs, but sometimes you just need to know the location of some rotting meat you can toss at someone. It's fine. It's so fine. "C'mon, let's get the hell out of here before the pile animates into some kind of flesh bullshit horror that I have to fistfight."
bloodalwaystells: Hrm (Default)

[personal profile] bloodalwaystells 2022-02-26 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes a statement is necessary, and Jaeger isn't entirely discounting the possibility, either. Just, it's not his first general response.

Hopefully the pictures and firsthand account will be enough. He really hopes so because as used to horrible things as he is, rotting limbs is still gross. The whole thing gets a smile from him anyway, including that playful bump.

He gives a brisk nod of agreement, already following her away from the carnage. "Things seem to happen and then disappear here, which is strange. But the entire place is strange and has a history of it, so...I suppose that's just the way it is." He gives her a tight smile and quiet shake of his head.

"If you like, when we get back and get cleaned up, I'll buy you a beer."
lesbeau: (« [Confident] fight me in the pit)

no pressure to reply to this since i figure this is wrapped!

[personal profile] lesbeau 2022-03-14 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
Beau's seen so many gross things at this point, she couldn't care less. Right now, what she cares about is the prospect of free booze and a hot bath. So she grins, already looking a little lighter on her feet.

"Oh, you're on. I'm always down for a drink. Stuff's a lot lighter here than I'm used to, might need two or three." She'll pay for the others, but like, she's not saying that right now. "Let's get the fuck out of this place double now that there's a drink on the line."

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