[Looking distinctly unruffled - so nothing new there - Mal addresses the camera distractedly, as though she has something better to be getting on with. Which she does not. Unfortunately.]

Apparently this type of thing is supposed to be announced publicly, so, since we don't have a bulletin board or Barge crier, I'm adding Pietro Maximoff and Racetrack to the list of those who've fallen into comas. Anyone who has outstanding grievances with either of them is more than welcome to come draw on their faces or put weird objects in their pockets under strict supervision.

[She might be joking. She might not. It is a mystery.]

Also, if anyone needs a hand with anything barring technology more complicated than an oil lamp, I'm going to have a lot of free time on my hands for the foreseeable future.

( private | anya, elena, dean & polly )

spam

[Mal will be found in the pub this evening, not because she's particularly despondent but because she's bored. The pub is an easy and convenient place to watch people, and besides, she's gotten enough of a taste for bad beer by now thanks to the military's bad influence that this is practically the lap of luxury.]

( private | charles, erik, anya, pietro )

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. )