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july catch-all | we came by the rising of the river
Who: Miles Upshur, Kitty Callahan, Alex Conklin, and YOU!
What: Rin's Stable of Blorbos getting up to no good
When: Throughout July
Where: Around the island
Warning(s): PTSD, religious trauma, existential questions, discussion of cult murder/death. You know. The usual.
A. on a river with no name, in the summer monsoon rain | Miles | Town Hall/The Library | OTA
Miles has just kind of resigned himself to being a single dad at this point. Lady, the Hattrem, hangs out around him, but basically does her own thing. Not that he blames her. Hell, he's getting better at dodging the braids when his head gets a little too loud for her liking. Negative emotional reinforcement, anyone?
This means that for Miles, every day is Take Your Kid To Work Day - which has resulted in him carrying Terry the Ralts around in what he's cheerfully calling a Child Sack, a half-swaddle, half-backpack. Maybe he's being a little too protective, but Terry doesn't seem to mind, and focusing on his newly-acquired Poké-Son is keeping him from mentally engaging with The Horrors.
He's in and out of Town Hall, in Cecil's office, working on newspaper stories, and poking into the library to do some research on the island. In particular, he wants to know more about that bonkers fucking cult. It's not unusual to see him with a stack of books in the library, taking studious notes, with Terry in the Child Sack napping at his feet.
B. to wash away luisa's bones from the ghost that guards her grave | Kitty | the Temple | OTA
The cult thing has definitely shaken Kitty up but good, and anyone who'd met the bubbly teenager last month might notice that she's gotten withdrawn and jumpy. In search of guidance - in search of anything - she's found herself wandering up to the Temple. It's probably a good idea to meet and greet the local deities, especially if the big nasty that she got killed for (shudder) is trying to destroy them. She wants to make it clear what side she's on. In fact, she's spending most of her time there, either getting up her nerves to talk to them, or getting up her nerves to talk to anyone else. She's got some Big Questions that she knows she might not like the answers to. She's often sitting to the side, out of the way, sketching the temple or scribbling away in her notebook. She might even overcome her trepidation a little and start towards anyone in the temple, offering a quiet "Hi."
C. she lays by the ride of firing anvils, in a house of cast-iron gates | Alex | Enforcer Offices | OTA
Oh, what fresh hell.
This whole cult nonsense had gotten a lot of people killed. Even though they came back due to the curse on the island, killing was still killing. And a cult? Jesus Christ. The closest he'd come to that in his sixty years of life was the Jackal and his fiercely loyal contingent of old men. Even then, the man calling himself Fontaine had had his limits. He wouldn't kill Marie or the kids. These cultists had no such qualms. They'd murdered everyone who'd shown up after getting that weird letter - the one that Alex had immediately stashed away as evidence for something while refusing to walk into an obvious trap.
Even though they'd all come back, it left him with a weird sort of survivor's guilt. He'd lived, and they hadn't. They'd made the brave, stupid choice to walk into the cult's jaws, and he'd stayed behind. Self-preservation, he thought. Cowardice, the back of his mind whispered to him. He countered that by telling himself that he hadn't survived as long as he had by making stupid decisions. Discretion being the better part of valor, and all that bullshit.
Guilt or dogged perseverance, or some combination of both, has had him furiously looking into everything he can. He's practically on the verge of making a Pepe Silvia board. Now this is familiar territory. It's oddly comforting. It reminds him of sitting in that little apartment in Vienna and hunting down the members of Medusa. Same general principle, he just can't make mysterious phone calls. That's fine. He'll figure something out.
Even if the cultists in the meeting are no longer around, there have to be some who've picked up the torch. And he's going to find out who.
D. and underneath red candles waits | Alex | Enforcer Offices | closed to CT
Cerrit had asked Alex to look after CT - or at least make sure she didn't get into any trouble she couldn't get out of. Well, that had been a bust, in that before he could do that, she'd gone and gotten herself killed by the cultists. Okay. Second time's the charm.
Next time he sees her, he walks up, holding a cup of tea. "Got a moment?"
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What: Rin's Stable of Blorbos getting up to no good
When: Throughout July
Where: Around the island
Warning(s): PTSD, religious trauma, existential questions, discussion of cult murder/death. You know. The usual.
A. on a river with no name, in the summer monsoon rain | Miles | Town Hall/The Library | OTA
Miles has just kind of resigned himself to being a single dad at this point. Lady, the Hattrem, hangs out around him, but basically does her own thing. Not that he blames her. Hell, he's getting better at dodging the braids when his head gets a little too loud for her liking. Negative emotional reinforcement, anyone?
This means that for Miles, every day is Take Your Kid To Work Day - which has resulted in him carrying Terry the Ralts around in what he's cheerfully calling a Child Sack, a half-swaddle, half-backpack. Maybe he's being a little too protective, but Terry doesn't seem to mind, and focusing on his newly-acquired Poké-Son is keeping him from mentally engaging with The Horrors.
He's in and out of Town Hall, in Cecil's office, working on newspaper stories, and poking into the library to do some research on the island. In particular, he wants to know more about that bonkers fucking cult. It's not unusual to see him with a stack of books in the library, taking studious notes, with Terry in the Child Sack napping at his feet.
B. to wash away luisa's bones from the ghost that guards her grave | Kitty | the Temple | OTA
The cult thing has definitely shaken Kitty up but good, and anyone who'd met the bubbly teenager last month might notice that she's gotten withdrawn and jumpy. In search of guidance - in search of anything - she's found herself wandering up to the Temple. It's probably a good idea to meet and greet the local deities, especially if the big nasty that she got killed for (shudder) is trying to destroy them. She wants to make it clear what side she's on. In fact, she's spending most of her time there, either getting up her nerves to talk to them, or getting up her nerves to talk to anyone else. She's got some Big Questions that she knows she might not like the answers to. She's often sitting to the side, out of the way, sketching the temple or scribbling away in her notebook. She might even overcome her trepidation a little and start towards anyone in the temple, offering a quiet "Hi."
C. she lays by the ride of firing anvils, in a house of cast-iron gates | Alex | Enforcer Offices | OTA
Oh, what fresh hell.
This whole cult nonsense had gotten a lot of people killed. Even though they came back due to the curse on the island, killing was still killing. And a cult? Jesus Christ. The closest he'd come to that in his sixty years of life was the Jackal and his fiercely loyal contingent of old men. Even then, the man calling himself Fontaine had had his limits. He wouldn't kill Marie or the kids. These cultists had no such qualms. They'd murdered everyone who'd shown up after getting that weird letter - the one that Alex had immediately stashed away as evidence for something while refusing to walk into an obvious trap.
Even though they'd all come back, it left him with a weird sort of survivor's guilt. He'd lived, and they hadn't. They'd made the brave, stupid choice to walk into the cult's jaws, and he'd stayed behind. Self-preservation, he thought. Cowardice, the back of his mind whispered to him. He countered that by telling himself that he hadn't survived as long as he had by making stupid decisions. Discretion being the better part of valor, and all that bullshit.
Guilt or dogged perseverance, or some combination of both, has had him furiously looking into everything he can. He's practically on the verge of making a Pepe Silvia board. Now this is familiar territory. It's oddly comforting. It reminds him of sitting in that little apartment in Vienna and hunting down the members of Medusa. Same general principle, he just can't make mysterious phone calls. That's fine. He'll figure something out.
Even if the cultists in the meeting are no longer around, there have to be some who've picked up the torch. And he's going to find out who.
D. and underneath red candles waits | Alex | Enforcer Offices | closed to CT
Cerrit had asked Alex to look after CT - or at least make sure she didn't get into any trouble she couldn't get out of. Well, that had been a bust, in that before he could do that, she'd gone and gotten herself killed by the cultists. Okay. Second time's the charm.
Next time he sees her, he walks up, holding a cup of tea. "Got a moment?"
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"Well. You'd be right about that, broadly speaking." Not so often above-board, these days. All of her best work has been outside the bounds of the outfits she was working for. "Officially speaking I was my outfit's main intelligence analyst and one of our infiltration experts."
Which isn't the same thing as spy, exactly. There was little art to the infiltrations Project Freelancer required. No, that was a role she took upon herself on her own.
no subject
Having been in charge of such, he knows what he's talking about, even if Medusa had been fed good intel.
no subject
"It can be a little like that even with one, when the higher ups start doing whatever they want." One of the earliest signs of the program's most serious issues. Feeding her data that said what they needed it to say, not letting her draw conclusions from the real, raw information.
Cerrit definitely has good reason for believing she was screwed over before.