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goneawayworld2020-05-01 01:10 pm
wheyoftheadept) wrote in goneawayworld2020-05-01 01:10 pm
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Your Friendly Neighborhood Shadowrunner
Who: Saturday… and you?
What: Open prompts
Where: Locations noted in title
When: in the period between the intro and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Second prompt may lead to discussing disturbing events in Saturday’s past. No sexual assault, but warnings for violence, child abuse, and eldritch horrors.
1. Free Tickets to the Gun Show [location: communal bathrooms]
Saturday looks at herself in the mirror and nods, satisfied. Even Maggie couldn’t argue the rightness of this; these uniforms were hideous, and too long, and she didn’t like them. Therefore…
She picks a thread out of her newly-created sleeveless jumper. It won’t stop unraveling, so she yanks and breaks it. Her former sleeves lie limply on the sink before her as she admires herself. The room is empty (to the best of her knowledge); her dignity is safe. She starts striking poses.
In her defense, those muscles are pretty impressive.
2. Let Sleeping Adepts Lie? [location: gardens]
The gardens aren’t really gardens, except for the patch that Bunny and Gadget have taken over, but they’re green and they’re quiet and it’s easy to avoid people. These qualities are why Saturday is kneeling in a remote corner of them, hands cupped open in her lap the way her father taught her. Holding emptiness. Control is an illusion. Go with the flow.
Keep your distance, and she looks peaceful. Come closer, and you can see her jaw is tight and trembling, and tears are trickling out from under her closed eyes.
3. Come Fly Away (Or Dream You Can) [location: rig exterior]
The rain never actually stops, but sometimes it lessens into a misty drizzle, the kind of thing a true Seattleite scoffs at. Saturday, being one of those, is out on the deck. It’s evening, going on full dark; the western horizon in orange fading into pink, and the sky above is clouded velvet. She’s tied cloth around her hands and feet for grip, and is running the pipes. Her shoes are sitting neatly at the base of a large beam. She has no destination in mind, no particular purpose; she isn’t in the training area because she wants to be outside, unrecorded, unmeasured, moving for the sheer glory of it. It almost feels like freedom.
What: Open prompts
Where: Locations noted in title
When: in the period between the intro and the next big event
Warnings/Notes: Second prompt may lead to discussing disturbing events in Saturday’s past. No sexual assault, but warnings for violence, child abuse, and eldritch horrors.
1. Free Tickets to the Gun Show [location: communal bathrooms]
Saturday looks at herself in the mirror and nods, satisfied. Even Maggie couldn’t argue the rightness of this; these uniforms were hideous, and too long, and she didn’t like them. Therefore…
She picks a thread out of her newly-created sleeveless jumper. It won’t stop unraveling, so she yanks and breaks it. Her former sleeves lie limply on the sink before her as she admires herself. The room is empty (to the best of her knowledge); her dignity is safe. She starts striking poses.
In her defense, those muscles are pretty impressive.
2. Let Sleeping Adepts Lie? [location: gardens]
The gardens aren’t really gardens, except for the patch that Bunny and Gadget have taken over, but they’re green and they’re quiet and it’s easy to avoid people. These qualities are why Saturday is kneeling in a remote corner of them, hands cupped open in her lap the way her father taught her. Holding emptiness. Control is an illusion. Go with the flow.
Keep your distance, and she looks peaceful. Come closer, and you can see her jaw is tight and trembling, and tears are trickling out from under her closed eyes.
3. Come Fly Away (Or Dream You Can) [location: rig exterior]
The rain never actually stops, but sometimes it lessens into a misty drizzle, the kind of thing a true Seattleite scoffs at. Saturday, being one of those, is out on the deck. It’s evening, going on full dark; the western horizon in orange fading into pink, and the sky above is clouded velvet. She’s tied cloth around her hands and feet for grip, and is running the pipes. Her shoes are sitting neatly at the base of a large beam. She has no destination in mind, no particular purpose; she isn’t in the training area because she wants to be outside, unrecorded, unmeasured, moving for the sheer glory of it. It almost feels like freedom.
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She'd understood it, a little, the family dinner after she'd killed for the first time (the one she didn't remember most of her life doesn't count). Everything had seemed too dreamlike, and she'd thought - I can't ever let it touch this, can I?
Great job there, Ramirez.
"I'm sorry you lost them. But there were good times, right?" She's mirroring his technique quite deliberately.
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They were the best years of his life, if the fondness in his voice is anything to judge by.
"If it weren't for them, I don't know where I'd be..."
But he doesn't seem intent on sharing any more - as was also the case with those in his past profession. Probing into one's history almost always uncovered something dirty and unpleasant.
So, he stands up, making his way towards the pathway that would guide them to the eventual exit to the gardens.
"Want to go?"
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"Yeah, I guess so. By the way, did you know the cameras here don't work? They can't see what we're doing unless an employee has eyes-on, no matter what they say. The guy who found out an' told me about it, him and me, we're thinking of trying a little experiment. A little run on the upper decks. Test some boundaries. Not sure if we'll need your talents for that, but if we need you for something at some point...?"
She's almost certain she knows the answer, but one always asks. It's professional.
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Well, whatever. He's assuming it's some kind of magical scrying device. Doesn't really matter if they're not working, right? Jorg is blind for a while. Works for him.
"Sure. Not sure how useful I'll be to you without my sword, though."
That was the real center of his destructive ability, though he would make do with his fists in a pinch.
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Of course, in this case, fubar means they all die probably. But in that case, it would be better to take as many as possible with them.
"I'll let my guy know you're in."