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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?
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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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She glances down at Soldat's metal arm and then back up at their face. "If you meet a man named Gai Amatsu, I think your punch would be much stronger than mine was. He deserves to be - ah, this is more of a Fuwa phrase, but he deserves to have the shit beaten out of him." A complicated emotion passes over her face - part guilt, part anger. "He uses people and discards them. I have a very long list of his crimes if you need further justification."
Look. Look. If there's one person in any version of any world she wants to see beaten to an inch of his life so he can be arrested, it's Gai Amatsu.
"... In any case... think of it more like a life goal. His is... the short version is to tear down the company I was working for. President Aruto's is to make others smile and to help Humagears have dreams of their own. ... That sort of dream. But I... don't." She doesn't drink much - she's always been expected to take care of security plans if needed - but she sort of wants one now. "I suppose it would be 'make sure the things I created don't harm anyone else'."
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They nod as she finishes. "You want to protect people. To. To atone, maybe. That's a good dream. If you ask me. Closest to what I've got, now, anyway."
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"... Something like that. But he won't listen to anything I say." She needs to talk to Naki, but she's not sure how to do that without pissing Fuwa off more than she already has. "I suppose that's fair... I did try to kill him a few times based on orders. ... Though it's not something I wanted to do." How to explain this in a way that wasn't... entirely revealing.
"My former employer had a way of enforcing pain without even touching me." Easiest way, and it doesn't reveal things about Fuwa. "It took Fuwa to break me out of it and force me to fight back." She... owes him a lot. "There's a lot of things going on at home. Former enemies working together on something when they know they are going to be enemies again soon... the sides are less clear than they used to be, other than 'ZAIA is trying to destroy all of the Humagears'."
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"I'm doing what I think is likely the right thing to do, but it's a bit... disorienting at not having direction."
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"How big is the arena?"
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