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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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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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They tilt their head a little at the question. "About fifty miles across, passing through the middle here. It's a long ride, making a circuit of it."
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"... If you know about Fuwa's armor, then... ah. Fifty miles across, twenty five radius..." She does some quick mental calculations and then nods. "That won't take all that long, in that case."
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She looks the man up and down. Needed for him... good to know. “I’ve trained with a few other types of handguns, just not used it very much. Only police or other sorts of security teams are allowed to openly have guns. I could probably adjust to something with a softer kick in terms of traditional guns. Ours were designed to take out Humagears, so it has to have something to penetrate the metal casing underneath.”
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She's known enough people who think giving you something means they're obligated to something later, even if they say it's free.
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They make a small smile. "I'm from the city, too. I'd never even seen a cow or a horse, or a snake up close until here. I know how that feels." Definitely not their team or mission, then, they're pretty sure. "Just watch out for horns. They like to swing their heads at you if they're grumpy."
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