Better not cry...

[piper90npcs]

Who: Everyone
What: Missions
Where: Ranging from the Rig to the North Pole and back
When: December
Warnings/Notes: Combat.

Sometimes, the holiday season passes without note. Sometimes it's the most eventful time of the year, capable of giving a poor stock worker PTSD. Fortunately for the Rig, they don't work in customer service. No, they're troubleshooters, which means that it's up to them to solve whatever problems Jorgmund points them at.

It just so happens that, this month, Jorgmund's using them less as a tactical nuke and more as a shotgun.

Comments

[takenalive]

Alloran braces all four hooves and turns his stalk eyes out of the wind. On a surface that isn't slippery he's pretty stable, though he's keeping his tail close to his body. He takes up a lot of the space as is and his fur is not adequate to this weather, but he's endured worse.

<How did you come to be a contact of our 'employers'?> he asks, and it's an idle question but the delicate inverted commas are all but visible.