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apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-24 01:56 am
musicdied) wrote in apocalypsehowcomm2021-08-24 01:56 am
Open Log
Who: Yelena Belova and anyone
When: Mid-August up to just before the event
Where: ADI housing and the surrounding neighbourhood, the railyard
Summary: Getting the lay of the land, and investigating the phantom crash.
Warnings: fire, destruction of home, mention of insects, mention of potential death and corpses, paranoia
ADI Housing - C2
It's a solid few hours between when Yelena is first deposited in one of the maintenance ducts in ADI headquarters, and when she turns up at the apartment - shared, she's been warned, and while that's less than ideal, she's dealt with less privacy before - she's been assigned to. This once, she takes no pains to be silent, though neither is she overly loud.
If there's no one immediately in evidence in the common area of the apartment, she'll set about exploring, committing the layout and location of various useful items to memory. If one of the apartment's other residents is in evidence, or else when they make an appearance, she greets them with a small smile and a, "Hello. I think we're to be roommates."
(And, ok, maybe only half of the other residents of the apartment will think she's harmless for even a second, but half is better than none.)
ADI Housing - General
After she's acquainted - or reacquainted - herself with her roommates and washed the cobwebs and dust from her hair, Yelena sets out to acquaint herself with the grounds of the housing complex and the area just beyond. The first evening, she's concerned mainly with the major landmarks: the apartment blocks, the fitness and laundry facilities, the gate and the bus stops, the nearby grocery store. The next few evenings, she can be found wandering the grounds and the nearby neighbourhood with less apparent intent - just stretching her legs, if asked. (Just cataloging the surveillance equipment; she's seen high-security facilities with far fewer cameras.)
Over the course of the first two weeks she's there, she establishes something of a routine, alternating running and swimming in the early mornings, visiting the gym at night. Occasionally, after curfew, she might be found up on the roof of one of the buildings. It's not against the rules - she's checked.
Railyard - August 21-24
It doesn't take any convincing to get Yelena down to the railyard after the crash that has, apparently, gone unnoticed or ignored by the majority of the town. Including, apparently, the people who work in that selfsame railyard. After the third repetition of "I just started here", she abandons questioning to those less physically adventurous in favour of inspecting the rusting tracks and decaying train car. She slips in through the half-fused door, the beam of her heavily-weighted flashlight bobbing as she scrambles over detritus best left unidentified, and struggles not to cough at the haze of dust and ash in the air. That the burnt-out hulk is ancient is clear enough. So too is the fact that it was once a sleeper car, and she supposes it's fortunate that some long-ago rescue crew has already removed the bodies, even if no one's bothered to haul the car away.
(Or would it not have been here yesterday, if anyone had taken it into their heads to explore the railyard without the impetus of the crash?)
She runs a finger carefully along the lip of the washbasin, then turns her attention to the walls, squinting at the ruined posters. After a moment, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, and starts recording. Most of posters and playbills are destroyed beyond any use, but some few might yield more information on closer inspection, somewhere that feels less like a tomb and doesn't force her to take shallow breaths.
It doesn't take long for the theme to become apparent even in the few posters that remain.
Something - maybe the creak of fire-and-rot weakened flooring, maybe the scuttling or chittering of disturbed vermin, maybe just a shift in the air - alerts her to another person's presence, and she glances sharply over. She relaxes only a little when she spies another person, and not anything particularly sinister.
"It's strange, isn't it?" she says. "This still being here."
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When: Mid-August up to just before the event
Where: ADI housing and the surrounding neighbourhood, the railyard
Summary: Getting the lay of the land, and investigating the phantom crash.
Warnings: fire, destruction of home, mention of insects, mention of potential death and corpses, paranoia
ADI Housing - C2
It's a solid few hours between when Yelena is first deposited in one of the maintenance ducts in ADI headquarters, and when she turns up at the apartment - shared, she's been warned, and while that's less than ideal, she's dealt with less privacy before - she's been assigned to. This once, she takes no pains to be silent, though neither is she overly loud.
If there's no one immediately in evidence in the common area of the apartment, she'll set about exploring, committing the layout and location of various useful items to memory. If one of the apartment's other residents is in evidence, or else when they make an appearance, she greets them with a small smile and a, "Hello. I think we're to be roommates."
(And, ok, maybe only half of the other residents of the apartment will think she's harmless for even a second, but half is better than none.)
ADI Housing - General
After she's acquainted - or reacquainted - herself with her roommates and washed the cobwebs and dust from her hair, Yelena sets out to acquaint herself with the grounds of the housing complex and the area just beyond. The first evening, she's concerned mainly with the major landmarks: the apartment blocks, the fitness and laundry facilities, the gate and the bus stops, the nearby grocery store. The next few evenings, she can be found wandering the grounds and the nearby neighbourhood with less apparent intent - just stretching her legs, if asked. (Just cataloging the surveillance equipment; she's seen high-security facilities with far fewer cameras.)
Over the course of the first two weeks she's there, she establishes something of a routine, alternating running and swimming in the early mornings, visiting the gym at night. Occasionally, after curfew, she might be found up on the roof of one of the buildings. It's not against the rules - she's checked.
Railyard - August 21-24
It doesn't take any convincing to get Yelena down to the railyard after the crash that has, apparently, gone unnoticed or ignored by the majority of the town. Including, apparently, the people who work in that selfsame railyard. After the third repetition of "I just started here", she abandons questioning to those less physically adventurous in favour of inspecting the rusting tracks and decaying train car. She slips in through the half-fused door, the beam of her heavily-weighted flashlight bobbing as she scrambles over detritus best left unidentified, and struggles not to cough at the haze of dust and ash in the air. That the burnt-out hulk is ancient is clear enough. So too is the fact that it was once a sleeper car, and she supposes it's fortunate that some long-ago rescue crew has already removed the bodies, even if no one's bothered to haul the car away.
(Or would it not have been here yesterday, if anyone had taken it into their heads to explore the railyard without the impetus of the crash?)
She runs a finger carefully along the lip of the washbasin, then turns her attention to the walls, squinting at the ruined posters. After a moment, she pulls her phone out of her pocket, and starts recording. Most of posters and playbills are destroyed beyond any use, but some few might yield more information on closer inspection, somewhere that feels less like a tomb and doesn't force her to take shallow breaths.
It doesn't take long for the theme to become apparent even in the few posters that remain.
Something - maybe the creak of fire-and-rot weakened flooring, maybe the scuttling or chittering of disturbed vermin, maybe just a shift in the air - alerts her to another person's presence, and she glances sharply over. She relaxes only a little when she spies another person, and not anything particularly sinister.
"It's strange, isn't it?" she says. "This still being here."
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Which, to be fair, she's reasonably sure he is. She just wasn't expecting to see the one person she actually knows so far at ADI. It's enough to set her mind racing. Is this a coincidence? A power play? Do they expect him to keep an eye on her, or vice versa? Or, most unlikely of all possible options, is this some fumbled attempt at kindness to offset just how disturbing all of this has been so far?
"I think maybe someone involved in assigning quarters has a sense of humour."
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Kate has finished with the artichokes and starts to tidy up after herself. Since Winter is home, she'll go ahead and start on dinner proper. "That's interesting."
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"From a long time ago," he finally settles on, drifting further inside towards the kitchen and the two of them. His eyes flick between the two of them, but mostly settle on Yelena in the end. This is her apartment now, too. Filling the last empty space. That feels right.
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He isn't a Widow, but they share some of the same horrors.
"He found me in the vents. I almost fell on him. I'm guessing that's not how rooms are normally assigned?"
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Kate is going through the steps of getting dinner ready. She's already removed a pot and a frying pan from the cabinets. "That's one way to make an entrance." She shoots a concerned look at the both of them. "I thought that they were picked based on arrival time but now that some people have disappeared they might be filling in holes." She shrugs her shoulders because she really isn't sure. While she does work in Administration the housing assignments are not under her purview.
She gets the pot filled with water then she adds salt and sets it on the stove to boil. Kate looks between the two of them. She gets the feeling that there is something that they aren't telling her. What that could be, she doesn't know. Maybe they had dated before Winter's obvious trauma?
"Winter, before you came in Yelena and I were discussing ADI."
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He's not sure if Yelena agreed or not, but he's reasonably sure nobody gets to stay in their official housing without taking their orders.
Somewhere between surprise, relief, and a tiny grain of pleasure (not misery), he finds himself adding, "And you did not almost fall on me. I knew exactly where you were."
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"And my way makes for a better story." She glances at Kate, and adds almost playfully, "Don't you think?"
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'And you did not almost fall on me. I knew exactly where you were.' If they looked similar she might have suspected them of being related. But they don't and with that line, Kate's suspicions grow that they used to date or something.
"Nearly falling on someone does make a better story, sorry Winter." Her tone is almost apologetic. "It's dramatic and funny. People like a funny story."
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"ADI does not function like HYDRA, my previous handlers. They allow--" Require, even. "--much more freedom. There are fewer missions, and the ones assigned so far have supernatural elements. But they do not provide thorough documentation for their missions, so we are going in without all the relevant details. Unclear whether ADI handlers have thorough intel to start with."
Look, you ask for an opinion, and you get a report. That's probably more words than Kate has ever heard him say at once.
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"I think if they're willing to bring on people who are from another world, whether or not they're a part of what brought us here, they must be desperate for allies."
Or cannon fodder, she doesn't say. Not yet.
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She also has this weird feeling that she's not meant to know about HYDRA. Kate thinks he doesn't mean the mythological beast. Perhaps it is best not to comment on that now. Based on what Winter just had said, it sounded like they didn't give him freedom of choice. It sounded like they were secretive. What did they do?
While they talk, Kate continues to cook dinner. She gets a pot of water on the stove to boil. She gets a pan out to start cooking the rest of the items. "We're expendable." Kate says simply.
"We arrive in this world with no documentation. We are almost at ADI's mercy." She says almost because she didn't have to work for ADI. She could have gone to live in a flophouse. "It could all be a test." She chops up garlic and vegetables. "What do they have to lose by sending us in? I'm not sure which option I like better. They know nothing and need help or they know everything and we're a bunch of green shirts." A reference that is sure to go over their heads because Space Trails nor any of its spinoffs exist in this universe.
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Says the guy who fell immediately into the situation without actually caring that he's being controlled. That's familiar. Anyone who offered structure would probably be first on his list to sign up with, and ADI just got him first.
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Kate is reminded of her part in finding specials and having them conscripted into service whether they wanted to or not. Is that what happened to Winter? Oh, Gods. What if it is? What had she been doing? What had she been contributing too. She lowers her hand and snakes her head. No, she's just jumping to conclusions.
"So, shady organization that we can barely trust. Where do we go from that point?"