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Who: Locked to Stacia, Tucker, and the Freelancers.
What: Brain Quest
Where: In a random, typically unoccupied room near one of the lesser used locker rooms on the training level/
When: Before daemonplot
Warnings/Notes: Trauma! Kidnapping! Flashbacks to torture! Fun stuff!

[He's been avoiding them. Ever since the thing with Planker. It's not Planker's death, of course. Oh no, he'd had it coming. But it was the key. And knowing what it did. And knowing that Stacia liked to pry. And knowing that some of his friends worried and the others missed a different version of him.]

[And instinct. Instinct was a factor.]

[But most of all, it was the Other telling him to go and ask for the key, so they could be fixed. Which means using the key to fix him had to have occurred to at least one of them. Carolina probably. Or Stacia herself because the kid loooved to pry.]

[So he's been avoiding them. But the problem with avoiding people means that you have to try to avoid being alone with them. He's handled that by mostly sticking with crowds where they can't just shove a key in his head and make a sense, but that's not always possible. He still needs to sometimes train. He thought he'd been smart, figuring out there was a more remote utterly unused locker room - his reasoning being that they couldn't ambush him in the normal locker room if he was alone in there.]

[But one of them must have spotted him and figured it out, he thinks, as the door opens and he pivots lightning fast on instinct, so his back isn't to them, and sees that he's not alone.]

[He's out of his training gear and back in the jumpsuit, which won't be the most comfortable to fight in, but it's not like he's usually had a say in the conditions he has to struggle in before. And he's fought in an uncomfortable jumpsuit more than once - and fortunately done well for himself.]

[People didn't like traitors, even in military prison.]

[Wash lets out a long bone-deep sigh.]

I knew this was coming.
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Who: Saturday, Gambit, York, North, Shelly, Brainy
What: A daring infiltration of the executive deck
Where: Exec deck
When: Simultaneous with the riot
Warnings/Notes: None so far.

Saturday watches from the edges of the riot, making a great show of moving furniture and snatching bystanders away from the rolling ball of chaos, until South slips by and murmurs something in her ear.


Then she begins to move, touching a shoulder here, giving a significant look there.  Time to go.  One by one, everyone can slowly depart.  Secrecy is essential; even Jorgmund can add up riot and murder and break-in and get “kill them before they kill you.”  


They can all meet Saturday at the appointed place.  It’s a less-used service entrance to the upper deck, which some may not have even known existed.  She stands with her hands in her pockets, wound tight as a sprinter before the starting pistol.


“Okay,” she says quietly, once they’re all there.  In an earpiece cobbled together by Alia, a New Hire now gone, she says, “Brainy, you ready?  Good.” She looks at the others. “Right.  So.  You all know the plan, an’ the stakes.  Go in, grab as much as you can, get out.  No unnecessary risks, no heroics.  Brainy’s our eye in the sky; once the door opens, we scatter.  He’ll be the only one with the full picture.”


“We’ve got a private channel, but keep it quiet.  No chatter.  If you cut comms, it means you’re burned an’ the op is over.  We will try to get you out.  It might not be possible.  If Jorg realizes what we did, we’re all fucked.  If that’s too much heat, go back.  I won’t judge anyone for it.”


And she means it, too.  Risking their lives in battle is one thing; risking torture and god knows what else at the hands of an enemy like Jorgmund is quite another.  They’ve all heard a variation on this speech from her before, of course, when she approached them with the final plan.  But she seems to need to make sure she says it again, one last time.


“Okay.  Right.”  Saturday turns to the door.  Her hands are too disciplined to shake as she draws out the keycard, but she can taste her heartbeat on the back of her tongue.  It’s always like this before a run, or a fight, in the moment when the ground starts to shift and anything becomes possible - provided you don’t fall.


It makes her feel a little guilty, how much she loves it.


The alarm panel blinks a challenge, and South steps forward.  Planker’s voice emerges from her mouth, speaking the code-phrase stolen from his mind by Stacia and Kerrigan.  The lock processes, taking almost too long.


But the door opens, revealing a branching hallway lined with doors.  Time for everyone to get into their groups, and set off…



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Who: Rig workers and New Hires
What: Valentine's Day Events
Where: The Rig
When: Valentine's Day
Warnings/Notes: Violence likely.

A. Cupids aren't as cherubic as they appeared in Renaissance-era artworks. The little bastards float with the bodies of babies, but the huge, flatly reflective grey eyes of a cave-dwelling monster and the teeth of a viperfish when they open their mouths to deliver a hideous, staccato cackle. They flit around in the air in clumsy bursts with all of the grace of a concussed mosquito, only remaining upright half the time, but twice as hard to catch. That doesn't change the pinpoint accuracy of their aim, however, as they open fire with arrows of pyrite.

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Who: The Are Vee Bees, generally
What: Having Theta verify their identities
Where: A public area
When: During the Babadont plot
Warnings/Notes: Mentions of mental trauma, swearing; will add to this if needed

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