[OPEN] RV Park Party

[eirs]

WHO: Any and all OUTSIDER personnel that wants in and their respective campervan companions. Or maybe you wandered out away from your group and found this commune.
WHAT: The gang parking together at night to swap information about the things they've found in their investigations, night watches around a fire, ghost stories......? General tomfoolery in the desert where there's no one else for miles. Cooking their hunts in successes and mishaps?
WHERE: The Mojave Desert
WHEN: Mid to Late May
WARNINGS: Will be updated or tagged in the thread as needed!

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[immortalpoet]

[Yes, thanks, he'll take a cup of coffee. Time to sit here with his faintly glowing eyes. It's fine. It's normal.]

What do you think will be waiting for us? Out there.

[eirs]

( what the fuck is up with that. the eyes. is that supposed to happen........?

anyway. )

Whatever it is, it has the ability to mess with us mentally.

( she's gesturing towards the sleeping others, taking a sip out of that warmed mug with a sigh. )

I thought we'd lose some to it on the way, since that's how the people back there got taken. Though I guess if we see people start wandering, we could just follow 'em and see where they go.

[immortalpoet]

[This is a very normal thing to do for him! Your local nightlight.]

Mm. Reminds me of some Abnormalities at home. I'd even bet its the effect of a kaiju. Though...I wouldn't recommend following people. That might just lead you into a trap unless you're prepared.

[eirs]

( keep him in the front for scout groups like he's headlights. )

... yeah. Guess we could just lock them in one of the vans if it happens.

( how quickly is this going to become pvp )

Sounds like you've dealt with them before though. What do you usually do when one of yours starts wandering off into the desert?

[immortalpoet]

Might not stop some people. We got those who could rip a van in half with their bare hands.

[So...yeah. Not the best plan.]

.....Well, in my line of work, you would follow them. Or if it poses a risk to the rest, and you have no way of curing it...subduing them would be the best option. Killing them if you have to.

[eirs]

( ... )

Right.

( how could she forget. she's lighting up a cigarette while he explains, her exhale more a sigh than anything. )

So, follow them. Buddy system and all that so people aren't off wandering by themselves and snap them by the knees if they decide to be a problem.

( ......... )

They didn't really give us tranquilizers in case that happens, so how are you with restraints?

[immortalpoet]

[When all else fails? Murder. The City way.]

Oh, I'm rather good at that. If all else fails, I can smash a leg or two for debilitation.

[eirs]

( noted. )

Try not to go for my legs first if I start seeing shit, I'm already down a hand.

[immortalpoet]

Mm. Noted. How did you lose your hand in the first place?

[eirs]

Would you believe me if I said it's because I didn't like a tattoo I had there?

( a joke, obviously. but the gloved hand fussing with the cloak sat over her shoulders is as real as any. a partial truth. )

It's a boring story, but I'll trade you for one of yours.

[immortalpoet]

Depends on the tattoo. Sometimes it's more than just ink on skin.

[He tilts his head, thinking.]

Sure. Why not. I'm full of boring stories. Any particular theme? I could just blab on about past jobs...

[eirs]

( seen his fair share of shit, then. that tracks. he looks like he's seen the Horrors. )

Could be the story of why or how you got into the job to begin with; that should about even us out.

[immortalpoet]

That's a good question. But...unfortunately, it's rather boring. Like any Fixer, I went to the Hana Association, and applied for a license.

[A beat.]

Fixers are an awfully popular job. If you work hard enough, you'll get paid well. If not...well, you'll die or get taken out by someone else. It's how it is.

[eirs]

( she has to add that to her vocabulary. never heard of fixers before.. )

.. So it boils down to survival.

( with both hands open, she turns both over to examine the backs of them. one still skin, flesh and bones. the other - hidden beneath a glove. )

Same reason here. The job before the last had really strict resignation policies, and I had places to be.

[immortalpoet]

That it does.

[His eyes move from one hand to another, taking the edges of the glove in.]

Strict resignation policies, huh. Was it worth it?

[eirs]

... Yeah, it was.

( there's not a lot in that life to miss, just bandages and bullet holes and the near-constant taste of iron. )

If anything, I regret not doing it sooner.

( coming home to an empty house was hard. the furniture tossed, a body in the midst, a cut noose - the only family member she really cared about, missing.

but yknow what? now that she's thinking about it? )

I should've asked about the eyes.

[immortalpoet]

Regret....well, in lives like ours, there's much to regret.

[The addition makes him huff, a little amused.]

They weren't always like this. They're implants. Not from LILITH. That's all I'll say.

[eirs]

... Mm.

( she does what she can, but she tries to keep regret at a minimum if she can help it. and, y'know, doesn't internalize every little slight and fault of the world like some people do?

but anyway. )

And here I thought we were having a moment. ( this is a Joke. ) Though I guess that means you weren't as surprised by the tech they've got here. I hear some of the others were getting.. 'upgrades'.

[immortalpoet]

[Instructions misread, internalized every piece of regret ever.]

Ha. [And a nod at her observation.] And that's right. Upgrades like that are part and parcel of being a Fixer at home. Hell, some even get full body prosthetics.

[eirs]

( what the hell are they fighting that they need all that. )

Fixers. Mercenary sort?

( a little funny. she calls herself a troubleshooter which is pretty much synonymous.

also she's still trying to puzzle out how a full body prosthetic would work. keep the head and toss everybody out?? )

[immortalpoet]

Got it in one. Glad I don't have to explain for the umpteenth time.

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[And no, it really is a full body prosthetic. Not even a head left.]