JFK

̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃⌖ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅

Dear John (@JFK):

Is it us? You've been giving some mixed signals recently. You're online every day and yet we're coming up on almost a month since the last time you wrote an I.C.—in any thread, not only ours. We thought maybe you had gotten bored of us—we were even preparing to end the commitment—but yesterday you started reading and Liking posts again.

No more hot-and-cold, John. Have you decided you're not ready for a real relationship, or are you willing to put the work in and go the mile?

Signed,
Mystified in Minnenoona

@TokyoPewPew

Bruh I'm drowning. I want to catch up on the posts. Then I want to post myself. But I also need to pay my dues, sadly.

𝙰 '𝙿𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗' 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔

perhaps...

̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅𝙴𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽 𝚃⌖ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴̸/̸̅̅ ̆̅ ̅̅ ̅̅

enjoying reading this great stuff. trying to write something on par.

does anyone have a side-character to volunteer that can show up in my next post as:
a) an unlicensed prizefighter
b) an underground bookie

Austin Is Dead

Do I still have you guys?

@themaybreeze@JFK

@LanaStorm

Only reading.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Stokes had his barrel trained on the shadow as soon as he turned and clocked what had occurred. He waited for it to reveal itself. But Sam did not. His visor hid his weary look as he watched the Coordinator fumble with her weapon. He looked back at the intern and seriously considered simply blowing her shit smooth off. Had the concealment team not been there he definitely would have. But he restrained himself; thinking that some of them would find his heavy handed approach to be distasteful.

@Tesserach

He lowered his weapon and listened to Sam's pitiful excuse as he moved towards the doctor. At least he didn't have to do the talking. Instead he grabbed Soraya's flailing wrist and providing her a calm lifeline. "Get up Mansour. You're okay." Waiting a moment for her to realise what was happening he helped lift her back to her feet when she was ready. He considered trying to check her for injuries but before he could make a fuss of her his attention was drawn by a loud crashing and a woman shouting in one of the nearby rooms. He also heard the faint pop of explosives somewhere far below him. He decided it would be most useful for him to watch the office's entrance like a hawk. He swiftly stowed his sidearm and shouldered his MP7.

Lunar Dome 10

After emerging from the undercarriage Arthur requested Holiday to brief him on what they had found in the tunnels. The news of the tunnel piqued his interested. Maybe he would visit the dome's underbelly today. Notably, he kept his PPE on, not wanting to risk being exposed to whatever foreign pathogens the vermin might carry. His pincers flicked through an assortment of shelves and cabinets busily. He grabbed a backpack and slipped the straps over his shoulders, so it was draped over his front. He placed a pair of the standard respirators into the bag, a box of nitrile gloves, and a bottle of sanitiser gel. After another moment of searching his pincer grasped a crawler drone by the 'leg' and held in Infront of Eel's face. It was a fair bit smaller than the specimen he had found. He popped it in the bag along with the matching controller screen.

Using his neural interface he activated his pincer sockets and detached all but the smallest operating arm. He left them on a counter. They were a bit unwieldy for the tunnels. He zipped the bag shut after placing a small premade tool pouch into it and he made he entered the tunnels directly through the Cauldron's maintenance hatch. He climbed down a steep stairway that was very nearly a ladder. He came close to slipping and tumbling back down, but managed to steady himself at the last moment. He grumbled and groaned. This is why he didn't come down here unless he could help it.

@Lurking Krog@Expendable

As he turned into the tunnel his shoulder mounted light activated with a thought and he trundled down the hall, both hands resting on his front pack. Arthur didn't actually know where he was going, so he wandered around sublevel one for sometime. He casually whistled a blind melody as he wandered, not rushing as he went. By the time he found the hole Yev and Gwen were wrapped up the job and were mid-conversation. His shoulder light dazzled them momentarily, interrupting them. It flicked off as soon as he noticed them and he called out merrily through his respirator, "Hello! I've brought you ladies some PPE. I hope you know about the rats by now. I don't want you catching something off the vermin."

He set his pack down on the floor, opening it wide for them to take from. He grabbed his tools and the drone and began to set it up. He clicked the camera lens into the low-light position and flicked the switch on the back. It whirred to life and he set it in the hole angled down. The quadruped's anchor claws gripped the concrete surface and he began fiddling with the controller tablet.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

My guys at the comfrence room right?

@PrinceAlexus

Enzo is in the Kitchen, where the Goliath just arrived.

@terrans OOC am I allowed to just fucking ice the intern? Or is she important? Not sure if I will just yet but it's a possible consideration.

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

Gregori sat serenely, savouring his breakfast, and casually examining the younger witches that trickled into the kitchen. Gregori made a particular effort to remember people's names, and found it confounding that three of the people that had arrived with him hadn't really introduced themselves. He was at least glad that most of them had proved they possessed tongues. The stern looking man that sidled up to the counter next to him though? Gregori hadn't heard him speak yet. He definitely had a reason to hold his tongue; Gregori guessed that he would rather stay tongue tied. But his curiosity overpowered his decency and he decided to interrupt his brooding. They were still waiting on a few souls to settle themselves and rendezvous anyway. There was no harm in getting to know these people, now that Gregori had some reassurance he wasn't resigned to a life on the move.

"Am I expected to just call you both 'McKinley'?"

Finn turned his head slowly as the older man did exactly what he'd feared. He spoke to him. His green eyes glanced over at him, clearly a little perturbed by being spoken to. He glanced from him to the others in the room and then back, as if they could save him. As if Trish even would. Clearly he wanted to know Finn's name and that was a small part of him that wanted to ignore him, let him continue calling him whatever he wanted to. It wasn't like Finn wanted to respond to him anyway, right?

But there was another part of Finn that knew, deep down, this guy likely wouldn't get the memo and would just keep badgering him. Annoying...

"Finnigan." His monotone voice cut through the air like a dull knife. He offered nothing more, nothing less. He lifted his arms to cross over his chest, eyes locked on the man's now. At least seeing if his predictions were right was amusing.

One corner of Gregori's mouth crept up into the flash of a smirk before he quelled the expression from his face by transitioning the smirk into a full-fledged grin. Gregori's smile was infectious. Anyone else on this earth might've returned it. He clocked the annoyance in Finn's eyes. Gregori figured some exposure therapy might do him some good. "Well, Finn Again, it's nice to meet you. Have you had breakfast yet? It's the most important meal of the day!" Gregori riposted Finn's crossed arms by untucking his seat and turning to face Finn completely, his posture was open and welcoming.

Finn's arms remained crossed and his expression never really moved from mild annoyance. Irritating asshole. On some level, Finn was jealous of this man's ability to just... express emotions like that. Freely. Without restraint. Without worry. He was looking at something he felt he could never have and it pissed him off.

He ignored the jab at his name and closed his eyes, taking in a deep, stabilizing breath. He couldn't let himself get pissed off. He didn't need to explode on the first day. He let the feeling travel deep into his gut and die. When he opened his eyes again, the annoyance was gone and he returned Gregori's look with an annoyingly dead stare.

"No. I haven't." He replied curtly. Any emotions that had been bubbling up a moment ago had been quashed as easily as they came.

It didn't take a mind-reader to notice what Finn's body language was indicating. G took the obvious hint and eased off his social assault. It seemed his cheeky demeanour wasn't a good fit for this young man. When Finn's eyes opened, G was still looking at him. But his quirky grin hug softened into a new look. Finn might've noticed his slightly furrowed eyebrows knitting themselves together. Gregori felt a mix of concern and intrigue.

Gregori pulled the chair next to him out; then smoothly tucked his chair in and peeped over his shoulder with a response, "Please join me. You're among friends. And our lovely host summoned a delicious meal."

Gregori's interest was piqued by the sudden spike of activity. He garnished the conversation with a wink at Finn that he likely wouldn't appreciate, but alas. Then he untucked himself and abandoned his empty plate and mug as he made a point of tucking his chair in after himself. He peered into the conservatory and took a seat beside the others. He looked appreciatively at the carefully arranged circle. He listened to the introductions with a big grin on his face. His smile settled on Soren as he introduced himself:

color=00aeef]"I'm Gregori. Or simply Gee. Not Greg... Please. I'm a forever a student. Ready to try my hand at teaching." He cut himself off before he could fall into a monologue. The room took a breath, but before another introduction could be uttered the confused Wren broke in. Narrowly missing the black sand circle. His eyes widened slightly before calming again as she stopped just short of it. He listened to her and looked inquisitively down the hall.

He idly played with a cord around his neck before pulling it out from under his shirt: at the end of the cord was a strange stone. A perfect little ring shape. The initiated might recognise it as an unusually large Adder stone. It was smooth and grey and about perfectly donut shaped. About the size of Gregori's eye.

In The Black (A Clean-Up Crew RP)

Alright my bad... Got caught up with IRL and when I got uncaught up. Well, I won't lie, just didn't have the headspace for writing.

Post to come this weekend. Sorry for the wait.

@Terrans

Oh I know the feeling. Don't sweat it at all.

Apologies for my lack of obvious involvement. Still reading along though. Still participating, just taking my time.:)

๑ ❝ 𝕮 𝔥 𝔞 𝔯 𝔪 𝔢 𝔡 , 𝕴‘𝔪 𝖘𝔲𝔯𝔢 ❞ ๑ { A Witch’s Tale - RP }

brewing something :D