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- ! event log,
- altered carbon: takeshi kovacs,
- doctor who: clara oswald,
- doctor who: the doctor (11),
- doom patrol: rita farr,
- fear street: ziggy berman,
- grishaverse: the darkling,
- gundam seed/destiny: yzak jule,
- mass effect: kaidan alenko,
- one piece: rosinante donquixote,
- pacific rim: newton geiszler,
- star trek aos: james t. kirk,
- star trek aos: leonard mccoy,
- star trek aos: spock,
- supernatural: dean winchester,
- the 100: clarke griffin,
- the old guard: andromache,
- the untamed: wei wuxian,
- the witcher: yennefer of vengerberg,
- towards the terra: soldier blue,
- transformers: drift,
- transformers: megatron,
- transformers: minimus ambus,
- transformers: rodimus,
- yakuza: zhao tianyou
MISSION: THE FOX AND THE HARE, PART 1
● ● ● M I S S I O N 7 . 1
The time between the team’s return from Vrefesea and the start of a new mission seems to stretch on — instead of the usual lull between missions lasting a couple of weeks, two becomes three and three becomes four, until finally the tell-tale notification sound of a new file alerts the crew through their earpieces that a new mission has arrived. Upon opening it, Orbers will find the details of a planet called E-23b … and barely after having finished reading the available information, Viveca’s voice will begin to speak.
Her message cuts off there, leaving the team in a mad scramble to gather their required belongings and head over to the platform already humming loudly in wait, a palpable energy in the air.
Viveca is present when you all gather by the platform, her expression visibly tighter than usual. As soon as everyone is gathered there, she speaks again.
She floats closer to Sam, who happens to be standing near her, and hands him a small card upon which the revolution symbol has been drawn with ink.
With that, the lights of the teleportation machine intensify until they’re near-blinding, and as you close your eyes, you feel that familiar pull transporting you across time and space; and as ever, there is is the voice, a now-familiar chorus letting you know of the goal you must fulfill —
And then, just as suddenly, it’s gone. Instead, you open your eyes to a dark sky full of clouds, neon signage and shifting holograms filling your vision instead.
Welcome to the Arch, orbers.
Upon arrival, the Orbers are scattered throughout the Arch — some of you will be lucky enough to have got your apartments or hotels located within the First Circle, while others will find yourselves landing in the outer circles… but chances are that wherever you are, you’ve wound up at your destination with a familiar face, at least.
1.0 Those in the First Circle end up in the lobby of a large, fancy hotel called the Golden Courtyard. Rows of lights illuminate the walls, while a synthetic floor resembling glossy, speckled granite shines underneath your feet, reflecting the sound of your footsteps. Behind the front desk, an android receptionist (her tag reads, ‘Chiayi’) waits for you.
She hands you a card — all you need to do is carry it to access the red-and-blue circle of lights that will transport you to the upper floors of the hotel, and then again to enter your room. As Chiayi had explained, in the large room you will have clothing waiting for you, along with a golden card meant to be used for credit transfers (should you need money), as well as a map of the city.
2.0 Perhaps instead you’ll end up in the Second Circle, or Third, or Fourth, or Fifth — each getting further and further away from the high-tech neon splendor of the First Circle. In the Second and Third Circles, you’ll find your apartments still in high, sleek skyscrapers that you enter from the streetside; in the Fourth and Fifth, the apartments or hotels are smaller, not quite so clean, the neon signs flickering uncertainly above the entranceways.
You’ll find there’s already a key card in your pocket, one that lets you in to either the entire building or, if the front door is unlocked, then to your apartment — inside, floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view over the city, while there’s a bundle on your bed with clothes and a credit card waiting for you.
Of course, some larger apartments have been booked for more than one person, so before you claim the entire space as yours, it’s best to check whether someone else shares the same key card to the apartment as you do.
3.0 Every hotel room and apartment is equipped with access to the HOLONET, a city-wide network that takes care of everything you’ll need to navigate the city: credit transfers, maintaining databases, showing ads around the city, broadcasting news and movies, sending holomessages — everything one might need. To log in, one must first create an account and allow a retinal scan, which will then be your pass-code providing you access to everything the HOLONET has been programmed to allow you.
Once you’ve settled into your temporary living quarters for the duration of this mission, you might find yourself itching to explore the city around you. No matter which circle you find your lodgings, the seven (well, six) circles are open to you. All you need are the credits to find your way by any variation of transportation methods: vehicle (both on ground and in the air), sky-train, the underground, or by foot. Due to the unlivable, borderline toxic quality of the atmosphere on E-23b, the everlasting heavy cloud-cover creates an eternal night-time that protects the buildings and the people from ultraviolet over-exposure, as well as all other harmful gasses that threaten to suffocate the world of life. The effects of the darkness are countered by neon lights that line buildings and light up interiors, and illuminated billboards advertising every commodity from the essential to the inconsequential.
4.0 The First Circle is largely occupied by the compound known as the Chacier House, which houses the movers, shakers, and rule-makers on E-23b. The compound comprises the main tower, the second building, and the parliament. Easily accessible by all available modes of transportation, the ‘second building’ is made up of an arc of office buildings for lower-level government employees which is raised over an open courtyard freely accessed by the public with fountains and benches perfect for lunch breaks. The Chacier itself sits on a podium for the parliament and is a tall, looming skyscraper with 50 floors total plus a penthouse to the North wing for the Mayor’s place of residence. On level 40, the building splits into two forks known as the North and South wings, and these are places of residence for the upper echelon of E-23b. The highest government officials and most prestigious militia leaders, their secretaries and second-in-commands make their homes within the North and South wings from levels 41-49 with their families.
Security into the Chacier building is extremely safeguarded and only accessible by way of bioscans, but the Chacier House has one exception: an organized tour (with body and bag checks) allows residents of the Arch to visit the building at Level 40 for the affordable admission price of 35 credits, and boasts an all-glass observation deck that offers the best view of all the seven circles in the city — great for photo ops.
The only way to gain any access into the rest of the main building and the parliament (which is connected to the military offices) is finding employment with the Chacier House. It is also a quick way to upgrade your housing, especially if you happened to get your start in the outer-circles of the Arch.
5.0 A handful of blocks away from the Chacier House by foot (two by train, and a quick 5 minute drive by vehicle), you’ll inevitably wander towards the sprawling campus of Archway University, an educational institution made up of three skyscrapers of white stone and colourful glass panels that create an almost dizzying pattern as you look up, and up, and up. The courtyard shared between the three buildings is reminiscent of the courtyard at the Chacier House, with a fountain and benches, as well as statues of renowned educators and the more famous graduates throughout E-23b’s history, including the Mayor himself.
Tuition into this prestigious academy is vastly beyond the budgets for the majority of the outer circles without scholarships or a letter of patronage from someone of prestige within the First Circle, and this creates a more competitive environment than any lesser school outside the circle. Here, the best professors and mentors have been hired to challenge and teach the crème de la crème of burgeoning talent. Anyone can take the entrance exams and receive an interview with the Dean and the admissions committee.
Once admitted (whether through persuasive means, a reference letter, or overconfidence), you’ll be able to attend lectures spanning all manner of subjects from the hard sciences to romantic literature, but those with an inclination towards engineering, cybernetics, and biochemistry will find themselves more favoured by the Archway than any other. Admittance into the university will also allow you full access to the campus library system, which is home to thousands and thousands of digital volumes backed up and saved to an unlimited server. Those in the sciences will have access to the labs.
As a full-time student, you will also have the opportunity for dormitory housing along with your fellow students. In nearby residential buildings that make up its own neighbourhood, these rooms are clean and utilitarian and occupied by other students who prefer to live on campus for ease of commute, for the community itself, or because alternate housing is decidedly less than ideal.
6.0 During those hours after work or between classes, you might decide to head into the commerce and entertainment district, joining your coworkers or classmates for a night out, or for your own exploration. Buildings here are densely packed in together, nearly blocking out the clouded skies overhead, with shops and clubs and lounges and market stalls crammed into every possible space.
If you look up, you’ll find holo-ads around the city’s buildings advertising Bottled Air — It’s just a breath of freshness away!, and discounts and offers on multi-packs of the sustenance tablet Food4Real, which is E-23b’s most popular and trusted food-source brand. A round through even one part of the entertainment district will make it clear the distinct lack of any restaurants serving organic food, and even water here is called Man-Wa, short for 'Manufactured Water'. Ticker-tape headlines scroll across the bottom of numerous screens reading headlines such as, ‘Catch “The Man Who Rose Above: The Jacques Reman Story” Which Tells the Mayor’s Tragic Family Story on E23bBC, Tonight At 2200’. Another screen reads, ‘But Where Is The Fox? an in-depth article into the missing revolutionary, by Callan Dela Cruz’ with bounties displayed for the Hare, the Fox, and the Wolf, accompanied with monotone images of masked figures against a deep fuschia backdrop.
The streets on ground level are lined with freelance vendors and business representatives advertising their shops to any passersby, many in costume, some showcasing the very services (in this case, cybernetic body modifications) they aim to sell.
There are lots filled with motorbikes and waiting cab cars if you’re finished here and want to return home … or continue past this Circle by way of train and into the next.
7.0 If you decide to venture into the Fourth Circle, either because you arrived here or you want to explore the full extent of the greater city, you’ll find that the environment here is dramatically different from the cleanliness and veneer of respectability that the First Circle possesses. The buildings are a little more run-down and lack maintenance but they’re still heavily in use, housing drinking holes and pawn shops and body-mod parlours that offer slightly more niche options. Here alcohol can be found aplenty, though you might find that it doesn’t taste anything like what you might be used to. Most of it comes in two forms: clear and strong, or dark and strong, and neither option tastes particularly like anything. But one or two glasses will do the trick for the majority — and a couple more for those with particularly high tolerances, and that's the point. Here establishments also have a little more space to breathe, sprawling across more area with some buildings only reaching a height of three or four stories as opposed to the skyscrapers of the busy entertainment and shopping district of the Second and Third Circles.
The Den can be found here, its entrance down a stair below ground level, making its name apt for its location. Two stories sit on top of the bar, presumably where its owner, Yvonne Craig, lives. Inside, the long rectangular space is dimly lit in a hue of dark green, reflecting the earthy tones of the lamp-shades that line the dark walls covered in old posters and decal reliefs of wildlife creatures rubbed out from age.
The owner herself is the only one behind the bar and she looks at you as you come in. There are a few tables occupied by nameless faces conversing amongst themselves, and a couple of lone drinkers on either side of the long bar itself, small glasses of liquor before them.
8.0 The Fifth to Seventh Circles start to blend into each other as you move past them and draw a little nearer to the waterside. The Fifth Circle still resembles some of the Fourth, with a scattering of bars and small stalls selling half-broken wares and offering far more suspicious modifications, but as you head into the Sixth Circle, the area starts to resemble a quiet wasteland. The streets are filled with cracks and potholes, and people have learned to build their own shelter in any place they can claim. Those with enough money and employment fill the tightly dense cluster of buildings in residential neighbourhoods, but some are not so lucky. Half-tattered tents are squeezed into corners for shelter against the elements, and there is an absence of neon lights and advertisements here.
It’s quiet.
But it’s an eerie sort of quiet, the kind that has you clutching your belongings just a little closer to your chest, or glancing over your shoulder every now and then.
Not everything is so dire, and you’ll find that there are groups here trying to help each other. Those with as much as they have offer food tablets and half-empty bottles of their manufactured water to those who have none under the shelter of a hollowed out ground-level building. Tables and chairs are crammed into the space, with a line of homeless waiting in their place for their daily meal. Helpers from all Circles are welcome here to try and help the others, volunteer positions (unfortunately there is no money to offer proper employment) are freely given to anyone who wants to help.
Beyond the Sixth Circle lies the Seventh, encompassing everything outside the livable land — and it’s this area that appears to be restricted to any access, all of the buildings quiet and guarded. The militia and any authority figures have been clearly remiss within these outer circles, but as you draw towards the Seventh, you’ll find that they return again, keeping guard of something.
It is after the team’s first week in the Arch that suddenly, when the clock strikes midday, all the HOLONET broadcasts grind to a halt, pictures freezing and shifting in pixellized form until the images morph into a masked face that resembles a hare; when they speak, their voice sounds deep and scrambled, making it impossible to tell whether the speaker’s gender or identity.
Our numbers grow every year. How long until the Arch sides with us entirely? Mr. Reman, just you watch and wait. We’ll be here. We’ll always be here.
Those who hear us — there’s always a way to make a difference. Never forget. And if you believe you will — well, that’s what I’m here for.
9.0 Depending on where you are, as the Hare starts to speak, you’ll bear first-hand witness to a variety of reactions: the mad scramble in the Chacier House, officials trying to trace the exact coordinates and the signal of the breach within the HOLONET, and questions of how the Fables were able to access and hack into the mainframe this time.
Out there in the Archway, or perhaps in one of the bars around the city, some people will applaud when the Hare is finished; others shush them, or say loudly, Well, finally that’s over.
For others, especially in the outer circles, it may be that their HOLONET suddenly starts to broadcast a map, upon which there are several locations marked; and on the streets, people are running, catching whatever vehicle they can. A particular hotel in the Fourth Circle suddenly changes its name on the front. Something is happening.
10.0 Should you follow where the map leads you, you’ll see that the destinations are a set of nondescript government buildings located right at the border of the Seventh Circle. You make it there just in time to see a group of people, all with different animal masks, enter the buildings. Other citizens gather outside, breaths held and waiting — until shortly after, the masked Fables come out again, this time with people dressed in all white: those sentenced to the labour camps, held in the buildings before being taken there.
That is when those waiting outside spring to action, taking those freed and shoving them into their vehicles; whatever it takes to get them away from their holding cells. Maybe you’ve joined the rescuers; maybe you’re one of the ones helping now.
Or perhaps you happen to be standing in one of the locations in the Second Circle when a shiny black speeder slows to a halt in front of the building, the person still on it wearing the very same mask you’ve just seen on the HOLONET.
The Hare jumps off the speeder and runs to the door of the building, connects what seems to be a small device to the panel next to the door, and within the next five seconds, disconnects it — and turns to leave.
This may be your only chance to speak to the one in charge of the entire revolution.
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• And finally, your soundtrack for this log: ♪ ♪ ♪
Ziggy and the Underground Tunnels (Hopefully)
(Bucky wanted to accompany her as well since he's unregistered and safe to enter, but he was part of another search request, so if there's a way to just have him a useless spectating babysitter OR just... have him lose her in some way/get separated -- if neither of these options work, we'll just assume he ended up stuck in a situation in the city and couldn't make it to the search in the first place.)
Ziggy will be wearing Peter's helmet and protective body armor/jetpack after confirming with him that it's untraceable/not connected to any kind of system HOLONET may register (and otherwise, she looks... like a little homeless person sorry she's been off the grid a lot). Basically just looking for any points of interest, but especially determined to try and find any sign of this goddamn orb, especially since they seem to loooove being underground or hidden somewhere deep.
Per Peter/Peter's player, the helmet has heat vision, filters toxins/allows people to breathe in space, and can also warn of an incoming attack -- Ziggy learned how to use the helmet aboard the Ximilia
during a groovy movie nightas well. She will also be using her earpiece to contact Rosinante so he can send her images of the blueprint over the earpiece in case she gets lost or there are points of interest on the map.no subject
Not the orb, maybe, but as she follows the sound and walks, walks, walks; until finally, perhaps somewhere around the Third Circle and close to the Fourth, the tunnel closes off with reinforced steel that forms a door in middle.
In front of the door, there's a cyborg, springy metal blades as his feet. He leans against the door, one real eye narrowing as he takes in the small intruder in her get-up.
"What vintage sci-fi movie did you drop out of?" he asks with a drawl. "Look, this ain't a good place for kids. Which circle you from?"
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"I'm 16 — totally not a kid." ... But okay, she's a kid to him. "I wanted to see what was going on down here; when you're some homeless nobody that people don't give a shit about, you start getting creative with how you involve yourself in 'grown-up' things so you can scope out a better living than eating out of the trash."
She does air quotes around 'grown-up' as she says it.
"Who're you supposed to be?"
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"Yeah, well, can't say that's total crap. You a go-getter? That's the attitude, kid." Yes, kid. He grins at her at that.
"You can call me Emry. Now — I'm all for your homeless girl life betterment plan, but as I said... these tunnels ain't safe. You know the Fables, kid? You run in these tunnels long enough and either you're gonna get drawn into that revolution shit, or you come out wrong place, wrong time and the government gets you."
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And huh. So they aren't related to the Fables or the government. Something about the guy didn't seem very Fable-like. Y'know. No animal mask and all.
"You serious? I got stabbed almost to death just walking the streets. I lost anyone who'd care forever ago. So... no, I don't really give a shit about safe." A pause. "I'm Stardust. Shorten it however you want. And I just want a purpose, Emry; I don't really care where it comes from. It's obvious you guys have something juicy going on down here, and I wanna contribute."
A pause, as she cocks her head, folding her arms.
"And I might have more to contribute than you'd think, believe it or not... Homeless in the lower circles doesn't mean I'm worthless; I know how to get the goods." As an example, she taps the side of her head, and Peter's mask spreads across her face until he's looking at red, round eyes that glow in the dim tunnels.
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A smile passes over his face as she shows him how her helmet works; he seems almost amused, for a moment.
"Sure, there's plenty of purpose around. But tell me, why're you looking for it down here instead of up there on the streets? You know there's plenty of homeless like you to help. Volunteer in the Sixth Circle. Instead, you —" he takes a few steps closer, feet scraping the tunnel floor.
"— find your way to tunnels no one's supposed to know even exist. You know, just a while ago, some idiots were wandering around here, too. But you don't seem like an idiot to me. So, Dustie, speak fast. What's the purpose you looking for, here?" He taps one of the lights on his head, and from there, a cover spreads over his face, flickering, panel by panel: a skull-like mask.
"Take a moment to think," the Tortoise adds, "cause I'd hate to kill a nice kid like you."
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"Yeah, well. Beneath the city was a big beautiful mystery to everyone else. And if you're a nosy asshole who wants to know what's under the surface of a mystery, you scratch that surface everywhere until something gives... Besides, you're under here, too, aren't you? I'm betting at some point, you didn't know how to get down here, either. And lo and behold, nobody shot dead you when you showed up."
Ziggy looks over his mask now, brow furrowed. She stands firm, arms folded, but she's ready to use the hidden jetpack at any moment if necessary. (... Also, recording this entire situation as well - just noting for posterity, she figures, in case she croaks and needs one final deed done in sending Moments Before Disaster to her team.)
"... Are you supposed to be part of the Fables? I thought you didn't care about that revolution shit." A pause, and she swallows, steadies her nerve. "And I didn't know people like the Hare or the Fox was into killing 'nice kids'. Unless you're genuine about the whole 'fuck the revolution' angle."
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"I don't. This fucking piece of shit planet's doomed no matter what we do. But —" he pauses, the vocoder that automatically twists his voice turning it into something like gravel.
"Don't talk like you know shit about the Hare or the Fox. Hare's soft, but Fox always knew to look at the bigger picture. If there's a real chance you might sell us out to the government — you think she'd hesitate?"
He turns, as if listening to something. Then, the dead eyes of the mask looking back at Ziggy, he taps his temple and it disappears, leaving Emry's mis-matched eyes staring at her.
"I meant what I said. I don't care about the revolution. But the Fox saved my life and I'm gonna fight this crusade to the end. At least the government and that piece of human waste they call the mayor will get what's coming to them. Look, Stardust. You wanna help the people? You want a cause? Feel good about yourself? I don't really care what it is, but the fact you made it down here says something... and you got spunk. I'm gonna give you a choice."
With a flick of his hand, he points behind her in the tunnels.
"You run back there, go back to the streets, do what you can, and wait for the call. Or," this time he nods towards the heavy door behind him, "you stay here. Once you do, we ain't letting you out there until everyone's sure you can be trusted. But it's a place to stay, out of the streets. Shit to do here, too. So, what's it gonna be?"
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Ziggy stares at him for a moment then, arms still folded, expression relaxing as the mask vanishes from his face. She thinks of the girl without a body back on the station, with her red hair and freckles, and how she's always been far more open and caring to the others than this particular freckled redhead has been. Maybe she could take a moment to remind herself it's okay to believe the goodness in someone, when she's struggled with it for so long. So...
"And since you asked: I think Fox wouldn't shoot good people in a hallway without knowing where their heart really is, or she'd be no better than the government she's fighting against."
But her reaction — physically, mentally — is certain. She can be of use to her crew. She can be of use to something Viveca cares about, and Viveca is part of her crew, too, no matter how wary she is of the whole orb thing. If it weren't for the station existing, she'd be dead next to her sister, with no sliver of hope. So.
The choice is really easy, honestly.
She holds out a hand like it's a truce. "I'm in. I didn't come this far just to get scared off by someone with a spooky voice machine that makes them sound like a chain-smoker with half a lung... No offense."
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With that, he turns, the metal of his legs scraping against the floor in a hideous screech; he stands in the middle of the doors, waits until a light sets upon him, scans him. Then, a mechanical voice asks: Code?
And Emry, with almost a bored tone, recites: "The injury we cause and the one we suffer are not weighed in the same scales."
A moment, two... and with an echo, the metallic doors slide apart. Emry strides in, metal bouncing as he walks, and he expects Ziggy to follow. What she sees open in front of her is clearly an old metro station that's been converted into a livable space: there's an area with beds, some constructed from metal scraps, some just bedding on the floor; an area where there are a few dozen people, sorting supplies; an area where someone is welding motorcycle parts together; hallways lead into other areas beyond what she can see, and an unmoving escalator hints of a second floor.
"Seriously, Emry?" In the middle of the used-to-be-platform, two young women lounge on what look roughly like bean bag chairs. The one speaking has dark skin and strikingly light eyes. "Who's our chief recruiting officer, you or the Lion? Because at this rate, you're going to skyrocket past her."
Emry rolls his one good eye, but Ziggy, standing close to him, sees the fleeting moment he looks away as if embarrassed.
"Look, Dustie's homeless, she's got no place to stay. And she wants a cause. That's our whole deal, isn't it? I mean, not that I care. But I felt like you might."
"Suuuuure," the other woman says, her cybernetics partly visible and a see-through visor with a greenish cast to it over her eyes. "Keep saying that, Ems, and one day we might even believe it. Hey —" she looks at Ziggy and grins, "this one's a smart one, not connected to HOLO at all! Cool, super approve of your life choices."
Emry turns to Ziggy with some chagrin and says, "That's Cassandra," with a nod at the first woman, "And that's Ya-ting. I hoped there might've been some others here with actual sense. I'm gonna leave you with them, one of them will have something for you to do. Ronan and Kabir need some help so I'm —" he waves his hand "— gonna go. See you round, kid."
And leave he does, with an astonishing speed that casts a certain irony to his codename.
Cassandra, meanwhile, pushes herself up and walks over to Ziggy.
"So... Dustie, was it? Call me Cassie. Cassandra sounds like I'm about to start spouting prophecies. I'm going to show you what you can do around here."
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"... The HOLO just seems like a shitty idea, honestly. If I'm gonna snoop around the city without the idiots in charge throwing me in a camp, I can't have a way for them to track me, right?" She turns her attention to Cassie. "I go by Stardust, but Dustie works. Since your guy is a sucker for cute nicknames, anyway."
Yes she's teasing him while he's not here, it's her way.
"I'll do whatever you need. I'm... not the most tech-savvy person in the world." She shrugs, looking sheepish. "It's not like I could ever afford the fancy stuff, anyway. But I know a little bit of everything, and I'm a pretty decent thief, if it's for the right reasons. And... as much as I bitch about the labor camps, I'll admit I'm used to labor anyway, so... anything that's time-consuming, I can do while you focus your skills on something more critical."
She learned a lot, working on Badrock. Her work ethic and energy is shockingly steadfast thanks to it, so.
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In her spot, Ya-ting stretches, stands up. In the visor, there's faint flickers of something — code, perhaps, flashing past so fast it's hard to imagine she catches all of it... and yet, she doesn't look to even focus very hard.
"Ya know, my job'd be a lot easier if everyone thought like you, Rosie." Rosie? Because of the hair, probably. "Not being tech-savvy's a bummer, though, I'd've liked to work with ya. But en-pee," she enunciates the letters separately, "Ray-ray's got ya. Anyway, Cinder's waiting, we got a date!"
As if on cue, there's the sound of high heels clicking against the floor, and a heavily body-modded woman walks in, wearing clothes that look like snake-skin.
"Heyyyy, I was just coming!" Ya-ting waves at Cassie and Ziggy, while Cinder gives a curious look at Ziggy before Ya-ting drags her away.
Cassie sighs.
"So, back to business. A bit of everything's a good start. I can have you start with preparing supplies, and if that goes well, you can assist those who are building vehicles for our use. We'll give you a bed to set wherever there's space, and there's three meals a day — nothing much, but it gets us by. If you have any experience in medicine, there's going to be need for that, too, any time we bring in people." She crouches down, her leather jacket crinkling.
"This isn't going to be glamorous work. Most of the time, a revolution's just preparing for what's ahead, it's taking care of people, it's waking up every day and choosing to do better. If you can handle that... well, we'll see. For now, let me get you settled in. You can start later today with the supplies."
She leads Ziggy to get bedding, some spare clothes and some leftover food tablets from the meal they had earlier, and then tells her to check in later with a group of people — all without masks or gear, seeming to be those members without codenames, who are sorting out different humanitarian aid supplies. That's what she'll do for the first several days; then, if she does well, she'll move to help an older man called Ronan (yes, the same Ronan Emry mentioned) find the parts he needs to build several flycycles.
Around the time the second log will be up, she'll have been working with the Fables for long enough to be able to head out again. During her time there she'll see some of the more senior members — Emry checks up on her irregularly regularly, Cassie is around most of the time, while Ya-ting spends most of her time in what must have once been an info desk room. Cinder comes around a few times, and she even spots Callan once as he comes to speak with Ya-ting. There are other names that get mentioned, other codes (the Lion, the Wasp, to mention a few), but either those people spend their time on the field, or there's no one to introduce them to her when they happen to be around.
This search will yield no further results.
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If asked, Emry will say with casual indifference that someone must have thrown the eyesores away.
If asked, Ya-ting will tell her that he totally picked them up and folded them up and put them in his pocket.)
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