ph_logs | Suppression Request: Bad Habits

Who: Agent Jean & CR/YOU
What: Jean has returned from a trip
When: Starts March 17th
Where: Places
Warnings: Discussion of violence, mind alteration, and death

Work Order: Attachment | Closed to Zelda and/or Pomni

Jean left their sending stone behind with they left on their mission with Jon, out of concern that communications might be intercepted. When they get back with Jon, stepping off of a golden skiff, the first thing they ask is to borrow one from a dockworker to contact their partners. Their voice over it is...

Good. Better than they've sounded in awhile. The first solid few minutes of their message is an excited tour through variations on "I love you," "I'm back," "I'm safe," "I love you," and "I'm sorry," frequently lapsing into Korean. Once they manage to calm down something more coherent comes out:

"Going home to pick up my sending stone and rack Twilight. Don't touch Twilight, it's angry. I've got to take a piece of Intel to Neil straight away, it can't wait, I'm sorry. Please contact me as soon as you can, I'll have my stone in less than an hour. So glad to be back. Love you again."

Work Order: Insight | Closed to Neil and Elias

By sending stone, shortly after dropping off the sword, to Neil West:

"Doctor, I've got urgent intelligence. Please bring Comrade Coldwood, I'm on my way to your clinic immediately. Reasonable containment measures for a Page may need preparation."

Work Order: Instinct

Our little chicken nugget has some advice to heed. Friends with them? Even a little? They're being surprisingly socially active. They'd like you over for dinner, or they can come by to help out. They're looking for lessons in your crafts and passions ("I'm trying out new things, comrade!"), hell, they'll even go on walks through the woods.

Of potential note is a sharp increase in their interest in rum, here to include books on the subject, evening drinks trying it out at Oak & Iron, and staring in vague incomprehension at the selection of it at various shops.

Come get your chicken.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Tayrey points a finger at Jean. 'That'd be an immediate breach of condition two,' she says, but it's more of a faintly amused remark than an accusation. 'I'll talk to my contacts at Lockwood Security if I need to source more weaponry. Say it's for work purposes, which is mostly true and doesn't invite questions I don't want.'

Then she tilts her head, looking Jean over again. 'Your clothing - you call it vah midna? What's it made of? I'd been looking at the possibility of layered silk for body armor, since I doubt I'll get the composite polymers we had back home.'

"My apologies, comrade, I'd envisioned that you would approach her yourself." Jean looks genuinely contrite there; perhaps they're sensitive to social faux pas.

Luckily there's another topic!

"Vah Midna, yes, that's his name." Jean tugs the lapels proudly. "This suit is the product of Cognito technology, and both is and isn't a part of my friend Vah Midna, whom I've worked with in the past! The specifics are a little beyond me but it affords some protection to my body and mind, though mostly the body. Other such equipment has different protection but a similar function..."

A look flickers across their face. "If you find clothing that puts you in contact with another entity, please inform me. It can be dangerous to the user without proper...resonance. Conflict with the entity can be mutagenic."

Jean isn't to know that Tayrey is intensely private about her weaknesses, and that involving a total stranger, much less one with the social standing of the Leeds family, isn't something she'd be willing to do. Not wanting to debate that, she just gives Jean a reassuring look, a quick nod, acceptance of that apology.

She clearly struggles with the notion that a suit can be part of a person, but Tayrey has lived through so much peculiarity that she doesn't interrupt, just accepts that in Jean's home universe this is a thing that can happen.

Her response is a considered one. 'If it can happen simply by touching the clothing, I'll break contact at once and find a safe way to transport it to you. But it's unlikely.' She indicates her own blue and silver outfit. 'I'm representing the Tradelines, and looking the part matters to me, even if there's nobody else to care about it. It's a symbol of not losing sight of who I am, yes?'

An eager nod; when Jean's genuinely smiling, they show a lot less of those pointed teeth. "I understand, comrade. Luckily, mere contact is insufficient. Most such clothing manifests in a form like this one - a layer of business formal," here they touch the tie on the inside of Cobalt Scar, the suit vest under the furred jacket, "that has been altered with some outwardly fantastical element. Touching, transporting, even laundering the clothing is perfectly safe, but depending on the strength of the entity or the presence or absence of conflict, side effects can become permanent on a scale from weeks to hours. Mister Calloway and I have an understanding that these E.G.O. armors and weapons will be kept aside for me, for the general safety of the public. Even if they don't see use...I shudder to think of what might happen in improper hands."

They frown in thought. "...Though a few that may be useful to you present themselves to me, if they appear. I'd, hahaha, HAHAHAH, ha...need to know you a bit better before jumping to conclusions, but...hrm...well, cross that bridge when we come to it!"

'I understand,' says Tayrey quietly. She's still taking it all in. The critical information about the danger the suits present, yes, but also smaller scraps. That's what passes for business formal on Jean's homeworld, for instance. Not the buttoned shirts and long robes favored by Cardalek's Directors.

'I intend to keep a safe distance from any entity I can't either do fair and reasonable business with, or fight,' she adds, that firm and definite tone creeping back into her voice. 'But there's no sense in fretting over distant probabilities. What I will tell you-' she leans forward slightly, as if sharing a secret. 'Be careful with that Citizen Calloway. He overcharges to the point of absurdity. He has my papers in there for sale - on plastic, all written in Sector Standard, and he's trying to charge nearly a month's wages for them, as some sort of mystery artifact.' He wouldn't be negotiated down, which had irritated Tayrey even more.

"...Yes, he does that," Jean says with a sigh. "But I am unwilling to escalate my access to this technology to the point of violence, so I'm afraid business must be done. We'll meet again to discuss the details of your training?"

'Very sensible,' Tayrey agrees. 'Yes, we'll meet again to negotiate contract properly.' Once they've both had time to think it over. 'I hope we'll work well together.'

Suppression Request: Bad Habits

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Wrap so we can focus on the other one?

sure! wrap <3