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What's up Chicken Little (Midpoint mingle)
PLAYERS: Everyone!
LOCATION: Midpoint, and the Lucky Break for a precious few
GOAL: Wind down and gear up for next round
WARNINGS: None
OTHER: Have fun!
Ten people wake up in the morning to find notes on their bedside tables, coffee tables in the suite, next to their bathroom basin, or even on their pillow next to their face. One wakes up in a cool jail cell with sand, dust, and the distant whistle of a steam engine for her alarm.
For Soldat and Jo, the note reads: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow morning by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
Taako, Hajime, and Yoda, get a similar one: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow evening by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
For the rest - Fuwa, Inara, Sara, Irene, and Misty, the note reads: Round 87 begins in three days. Please pick up your final teammate and your briefing from The Lucky Break.
North has no information for anyone just yet, but for half the players active this round, there’s nothing to do but loaf around town waiting, and trying to casually suss out who might be on their team and who they have to fight, until the next day when they get their instructions. This has happened before, older players will assure them: if there’s no new players, sometimes they don’t make you trek all the way out to the jails for your briefings.
For the other half of the active players, there’s a new teammate and information to pick up. Who wants to make the trek and crowd into the small jail to free them?
And of course, there’s the expected couple days of chatter as every player, active or not, crowds into the saloon to see who’s getting sent out this month and who isn’t. North has plenty of food for everyone, as usual; there’s a series of shows playing all day at the theater (which turns out to be the Adam West Batman); and everything makes merry the best they can, up to the time people have to leave to get to work entertaining the masses. Good times, right?
LOCATION: Midpoint, and the Lucky Break for a precious few
GOAL: Wind down and gear up for next round
WARNINGS: None
OTHER: Have fun!
Ten people wake up in the morning to find notes on their bedside tables, coffee tables in the suite, next to their bathroom basin, or even on their pillow next to their face. One wakes up in a cool jail cell with sand, dust, and the distant whistle of a steam engine for her alarm.
For Soldat and Jo, the note reads: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow morning by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
Taako, Hajime, and Yoda, get a similar one: Round 86 begins in three days. Your briefing will be delivered tomorrow evening by Nicholas St. North. Be prepared.
For the rest - Fuwa, Inara, Sara, Irene, and Misty, the note reads: Round 87 begins in three days. Please pick up your final teammate and your briefing from The Lucky Break.
North has no information for anyone just yet, but for half the players active this round, there’s nothing to do but loaf around town waiting, and trying to casually suss out who might be on their team and who they have to fight, until the next day when they get their instructions. This has happened before, older players will assure them: if there’s no new players, sometimes they don’t make you trek all the way out to the jails for your briefings.
For the other half of the active players, there’s a new teammate and information to pick up. Who wants to make the trek and crowd into the small jail to free them?
And of course, there’s the expected couple days of chatter as every player, active or not, crowds into the saloon to see who’s getting sent out this month and who isn’t. North has plenty of food for everyone, as usual; there’s a series of shows playing all day at the theater (which turns out to be the Adam West Batman); and everything makes merry the best they can, up to the time people have to leave to get to work entertaining the masses. Good times, right?
Bucky/Soldat | OTA
It's not that unusual, to not have to trek out to a jail to get a mission briefing. Soldat isn't worried. And, really, it's nice not have to deal with the idea of new players for the fourth mission in a row, or with having to waste a whole day on travel, especially since Misty isn't heading out and Sam doesn't even have a mission this round.
So Soldat pretends it's another non-mission day, does their usual daily routine of grooming the draft mare, patrolling around the town once, working at the practice range, and eating dinner in the saloon's main room. The only real change is occasionally telling people, "No, it's fine. It just means we don't have any new players," or, "Yes, I have a mission. No, I don't know what it is yet."
II. Post-Briefing
Soldat reads the briefing over breakfast at the bar rather than in their room, frowning at it thoughtfully. It's a nice mission. Something positive. Maybe there's some kind of catch, maybe the miners are robots or murderers or thieves, or maybe it's just... a nice mission, for once. They did just die in order to make their team win.
They'll seek out Jo, and handle getting their supply from Booker and their own resources from previous missions, and check in with friends. If anyone actually wants to talk with them, well, they're in the saloon for dinner like always, and visibly around the town just like yesterday.
And then the next morning, they head out with their one teammate, hoping to hell this is going to be as straight-forward as it sounds.
II
Her gaze flicks briefly to their metal arm, and it's clear she's assessing them, categorizing them. She shifts slightly, revealing the general shape of some sort of firearm, but no details.
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At least they're not expecting a fight. Getting into a fight in Midpoint Saloon will get Yua in very hot water with North-- they don't even have guns on them, just a couple knives hidden invisibly away, and the metal arm. It's just... uncomfortable.
They'll only actually say something if she keeps it up until they're ready to retire and she's still at it, or if she gets too close to Misty or Sam in the main room.
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(Though given the circumstances they last saw it, it probably wasn’t the Progrise key they were focused on.)
The only times she’s not clearly analyzing people is when she dips out - bathroom, probably - and settles back into her spot when she returns.
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They do recognize the little device, but they're also not reading too much into it. If she knows Fuwa, that doesn't necessarily mean they're friends, or that Fuwa told her about them, or that there's going to be a problem.
So eventually, because they're trying hard to be more social and helpful to the new people, they do pause by her table after picking up another serving of dinner. "Anything I can help you with." It even managed to come out pretty friendly-sounding. Soldat is nailing this social thing, oh yeah.
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She doesn't flinch as the large man approaches, just settles her hand near her side. If the stereotype here fits, almost everyone is armed, and this person definitely looks like he would be. Her voice is clipped and businesslike as she responds. "Actually... maybe. Do you know what the purpose of these 'missions' are? Other than entertainment." There's got to be another level to this. There's no reason to go to such lengths unless there's something under the surface.
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... Come to think of it, if Fuwa doesn't know she's left ZAIA, he must still have Naki in there. That adds a few more ideas. "How long have you been here?"
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"Four years. Maybe five. I'm the one who's been here longest. Aside from North and Lee and. The others who run the services." Hell, it's making them start chopping things up more, and that's saying something.
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"And you don't look like the sort of person easily contained if you don't want to be." There are ways - but there's always ways to break away from that. They just might not be obvious. The image of Gai Amatsu appears in her mind and she huffs in annoyance. "You must know Fuwa, then. He said he's been here a while, as well."
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Re: Bucky/Soldat | OTA
She supposes it is a way to see how he is under pressure.
After North heads off to his business, she turns to the man with the metal arm and hums thoughtfully.]
You have any experience with this?
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[They're still reading over their copy of the briefing, making sure they have all the details. Not that there's a lot there. None of the names of miners are familiar, but they expected that. (Think they'll be real people, this time? Who knows. Hope not.)]
Done search and rescue before in a few places here. Mine's the most dangerous.
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[It's just like trying to grab someone before a demon shows up. Right?
Shit.]
What kind of situations have you run into?
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It could be catch. It could be kill. It could be kill the miners. It could be something completely unrelated to us. They like to shake things up around here. Makes for good shows.
[Soldat might sound a little bitter, there. Just a little.]
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Whatever.
She isn't going to die here. She has important things to do elsewhere.]
I usually get paid for this kinda thing. [That's a lie.]
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You're getting paid. In points. Have you ever done work underground before?
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I prefer being above ground. [However, she knows she can't talk about being stuck in a sewer with the ghost of a famous serial killer.
People don't believe those stories, even people with metal arms.]
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I'm sure we all would. But we're not going to have a choice, here, unless you're very claustrophobic. I can probably do it myself if you need me to.
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She will make it. She isn't giving herself any other choice.]
That wouldn't be fair to you.
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( prompt: pre-briefing! )
More so with the fact, the horse is clearly eyeing him up. No doubt wondering what would be the best bits to bite and when the chance to bite will prevent itself.
"Oh! Hey!" Upon recognising the figure, Daylight stops in his tracks, his spoiler flickering up in clear pleasant surprise. He's quick to flash a smile and greets Soldat with a cheerful wave of his free servo. "Hey there, buddy! Nice to see you're doing okay."
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Good to see that isn't true.
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Munch replies with an attempted chomp! and hm nope.
Daylight hisses, yanking his servo back just in time to avoid a nasty dent for him and a toothache for his horse. "Clearly we're still... working on that." He looks at Soldat, expression sheepish and a little disgruntled by the attempt to bite him but good-natured all the same. "Got any tips to make this faster? Ideal bribes?"
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"He might. Just need something to chew on," Soldat offers, looking somewhere between amused and apologetic. They recall vividly their own issues from Beacon with eating, chewing on things, and otherwise wanting to bite. Thank god that got fixed. "A bridle with a bit maybe, instead of the hackmore. Something with tassels to chew on. Flavored or otherwise. Just to keep his mouth busy."
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His winglets flicker up in joy and sag in relief- He no longer has to fear the idea of Munch sinking those chompers on the sensitive metal. Finally. "I- I definitely want to do something flavoured. Just so Munch is enjoying it and doesn't, I don't know, feel punished? It's in the nature and all but..."
He gestures while trailing off, flashing a sheepish smile because saying, 'I don't want to get chomped on by my horse, thanks' is pretty rude to him. "Any particular flavour horses like? I was from a desert town so there were horses but it's been a few centuries since I was last on Earth where I'm from."
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Soldat looks back in Daylight's direction. "If you're not going to ride him. You might not need a horse, at all. You could give him back to the ranch for points for something else. Or a dog or something."