two ☼ backdated; private + spam + voice

[deshabille]

private/voice | separately to charles, erik, anya (backdated 5/19)

A word, if you have a moment.

private/text | pietro (backdated 5/19)

CES, then library. Half an hour.

spam | CES (backdated 5/19)

[It's evening by the time she comes back here. Things look familiar in the way that they might have been part of a dream, once; cement and steel and dust and grime. She looks at the structures appraisingly, neither pleased nor displeased by them. They're just there. Just something that she might face, soon enough.]

[She's trained already, but she doesn't need rest, so she runs, fast and in as indirect a pattern as she can. Even stopping and starting, dodging imaginary pursuit, she's a blur, her eyes narrowed to slits against the dirt in the air. She learns the feel of the structures as she uses them for leverage when she hits top speed. It doesn't take long, too, before she's climbing, which is slower but not much.]

[Soon enough she finds herself at the top of an abandoned, half-constructed building, only a few stories tall but higher than anything she'd have found in Borogravia but a steeple. She sits with her feet hanging over the edge and considers her options from here. She has made her first decision, and now . . . here come all the rest.]

voice | 5/19, immediately post-paintball

Well. That was fun.



( ooc; SO i completely didn't do anything with paintball because of work, so feel free to assume anything re: mal being extremely serious about paintball once she actually learned the rules. she was 4th floor, blue team. )

Comments

[spam]

[logistical]

[Paintball was... a bit of a mess, honestly, and he's going to stick to what he knows best. Exploration. Preparation. The structures here remind him of lost civilisations. He wonders if these empty cities are what the Enterprise found. He spies someone sitting atop a roof and - like all sensible explorers - wanders towards it.]

[spam]

[deshabille]

[If she were a more excitable person, she'd wave. Instead she salutes lazily and leans over the edge.]

Hello.

[spam]

[logistical]

[If Spock were excitable, he'd wave too. Instead, he inclines his head slightly in greeting.]

Have you been here long?

[spam]

[deshabille]

I've been watching.

[Which is not an answer, exactly, but also means that she's been up here quite a while, if he can read between the lines.]

Can you get up?

[spam]

[logistical]

[It is a very telling statement, and in reply, he simply disappears for a bit and shows up behind her.]

[burnmythoughts]

It kind of was, wasn't it?

I'm glad you were on our team.

[Jean was the one making the paintballs fly back towards their owners.]

[deshabille]

Well, we both did our bit.

Admittedly mine was a little more direct and a little less flashy.

[burnmythoughts]

I say both have their place.

Besides, I haven't had a lot of training with guns yet. I didn't want to shoot one of my teammates in the butt.

[deshabille]

That's very considerate of you, I doubt any one of us would've forgiven you.

Spam

[bodilesswarrior]

[She was hoping she'd end up in one with buildings.

They still have no idea what kind of place they'll end up in. She figures she should practice her climbing.

She remembers climbing back into her tower on the hand of the clock face, and she almost smiles.

The building she chooses is only half finished, a few stories tall. She fires the zip line straight up, waits for it to hit - there. She tugs, it's firm, up she goes.]

Spam

[deshabille]

[Mal's eyes zero on the zipline, and she watches Barbara's ascent with curiosity. Doesn't say a word until she's up, and doesn't offer to help her up, either. Just watches.]

[After she's settled, Mal smiles.]

Good trick.

Re: Spam

[bodilesswarrior]

[Barbara didn't notice her before, but the surprise barely registers on her face; instead, she smiles, silently appreciative.]

It comes in handy. [She yanks out the claws, and the line feeds itself back into the gun.] Especially if conventional climbing gear doesn't really do it for you.

[She's being more blase than she ought to; she's barely tried this, and it's damn lucky she got up with no problems. But she might be on a bit of a high, sitting on a rooftop again.]

Spam

[deshabille]

[She watches Barbara for a moment before responding.]

You find a way up regardless, if you need to.

[Under the bland statement is deep approval at her creativity. It's a good trait to have, especially in a place like this.]

private

[wecanavenge]

I do. [WHAT DID PIETRO DO no really it's more like what did Erik do he is very Not Sure rn. Not that he'll let that on.]

private

[deshabille]

I was wondering if you had anything you wanted to tell me about. [She makes a considerate noise.] Let's stick with just Pietro, I'd rather not go into how exactly the two of you are related here.

[This is a double-test.]

private

[wecanavenge]

[Double-test does not sound like fun, and he is extra wary without really let on that he is. Cagey, sure, that's obvious as hell.]

He doesn't care for me much. [Was that entirely vague enough, Mal]

private

[deshabille]

[Double-test sounds awesome, what are you talking about.]

I've noticed that. I was hoping you might tell me something that wasn't obvious.

[Private]

[wedonot]

[Oh Christ. What horrors do you have to tell him? B(]

Of course. What's the matter?

[Private]

[deshabille]

Absolutely nothing's the matter.

[She sounds almost surprised. What, it's like you people think her inmate is a murderous raging asshole or something . . . ]

[Private]

[wedonot]

[Funny you should mention that. :|]

What do you want to talk about?

[Private]

[deshabille]

Any information you'd like to share about Pietro that might not be in his file. [Because she wants the information, and because she wants to figure out if Charles is the type of person who'd give it.]

Also, in a more general sense, I felt it would be prudent to introduce myself before we landed in - wherever we're going.

[This counts as an introduction right.]

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

One each.

[private]

[deshabille]

[All right, she laughs.]

Sharp.

[private]

[fridgetothefire]

[she grins, ducks her head for a moment.]

Alright. How can I help?

[private]

[deshabille]

I'm assuming you saw the announcement. [Because you're clearly not an idiot, and because brothers.]