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Don't You Want...
Who: "Slasher Face" Jean and YOU
What: Catch-All & Founding CR! Come get your nugget
When: Early <-> Mid August
Where: Places, mayhaps even locations (check prompts)
Warnings: Jean's out of a cyberpunk horror setting and they think everything in it is Normal so, y'know, casually horrifying shit coming out of their mouth including but not limited to violence, death, organ theft (no really), descriptions or potentially memory shares of mental attacks, and the most brutal corporate exploitation you could ever ask for.
Zwei Association [Around Town]
Here's the thing about Jean: they like people. Here's the other thing about Jean: they don't know that. It's not that they think of themselves as disliking people, exactly, it's that they think they've adopted the City's cool detachment to keep you from Getting Hurt, and, well, they haven't. Y'all might have noticed. But the handy thing about liking people is they've got a pretty good eye for who, like them, does not belong here. The clients have little habits and cultural signs, things they just subconsciously or conspicuously do that the other hires don't, to say nothing of the easy asks like that giant dude in the diving suit.
When you're not actively working at your job you may find yourself approached by Jean, notebook in hand, toothy smile on their face. They explain that they're looking to organize information on the available 'talent pool' to provide to one 'Madam Princess Zelda', both to coordinate information gathered on the task here and in case of emergency ("Disaster planning is good planning!"). Are you willing to talk?
Shi Association [Shops]
After collapsing during the initial festival planning, Jean is trying to take breaks. They are not good at this, but they're better than they were by main force of imagining what their old supervisor would say to their internal complaints about being tired or overworked. Thank the god of your choice that said former supervisor was a good and caring person. Increasingly, those breaks drift towards the various shops. Jean is a window shopper, is the problem. Some of it is just that the technology here is unfamiliar in ways that can be unhelpful, just off what they're expecting enough to cause a problem (to wit: they've never made coffee without a coffee machine, leading to frowning worry outside the general store trying to figure out which of these things Makes The Fucking Coffee, How), but the tailor might be Jean at their most anxious. They're still in the outfit they arrived in, carefully washed every single day, and they really would like to fix this...
...But something about what they're looking at doesn't sit right with them, and it's making them miserable.
Liu Association [Night]
There's an injunction not to be outside at night. Jean wants to know why, and unfortunately for the mods reading this narration that might mean getting a bunch of annoying questions. For the first few nights they stay up observing the streets of the town through their window and noting anything they can observe, though their shit-ass night vision soon indicates to them that this will need to be hands-on.
If you're interested, your character may have been asked to be a lookout for the next phase: Jean, clad in her siren Page and smeared with smoke, leaves, and soil to blend into the colors of night on the town, lurks behind cover after dark, gently flexing her claws. The people here live in fear of these things, and Jean has been hired to lift that fear from them, show them that wins are possible, that being under Jean's aegis places them beside her and not beneath her.
Madam Princess Zelda said Jean had a hard life, and thinking about that still hurts Jean in ways she can't quite define to herself. But if that's true, there's still, hahaha, a silver lining. The beasts of this place are used to frightened and helpless prey, but that's not Jean.
She's a monster too.
Floor of Language
Jean works at the library! Find them here during operating hours, if you like.
What: Catch-All & Founding CR! Come get your nugget
When: Early <-> Mid August
Where: Places, mayhaps even locations (check prompts)
Warnings: Jean's out of a cyberpunk horror setting and they think everything in it is Normal so, y'know, casually horrifying shit coming out of their mouth including but not limited to violence, death, organ theft (no really), descriptions or potentially memory shares of mental attacks, and the most brutal corporate exploitation you could ever ask for.
Zwei Association [Around Town]
Here's the thing about Jean: they like people. Here's the other thing about Jean: they don't know that. It's not that they think of themselves as disliking people, exactly, it's that they think they've adopted the City's cool detachment to keep you from Getting Hurt, and, well, they haven't. Y'all might have noticed. But the handy thing about liking people is they've got a pretty good eye for who, like them, does not belong here. The clients have little habits and cultural signs, things they just subconsciously or conspicuously do that the other hires don't, to say nothing of the easy asks like that giant dude in the diving suit.
When you're not actively working at your job you may find yourself approached by Jean, notebook in hand, toothy smile on their face. They explain that they're looking to organize information on the available 'talent pool' to provide to one 'Madam Princess Zelda', both to coordinate information gathered on the task here and in case of emergency ("Disaster planning is good planning!"). Are you willing to talk?
Shi Association [Shops]
After collapsing during the initial festival planning, Jean is trying to take breaks. They are not good at this, but they're better than they were by main force of imagining what their old supervisor would say to their internal complaints about being tired or overworked. Thank the god of your choice that said former supervisor was a good and caring person. Increasingly, those breaks drift towards the various shops. Jean is a window shopper, is the problem. Some of it is just that the technology here is unfamiliar in ways that can be unhelpful, just off what they're expecting enough to cause a problem (to wit: they've never made coffee without a coffee machine, leading to frowning worry outside the general store trying to figure out which of these things Makes The Fucking Coffee, How), but the tailor might be Jean at their most anxious. They're still in the outfit they arrived in, carefully washed every single day, and they really would like to fix this...
...But something about what they're looking at doesn't sit right with them, and it's making them miserable.
Liu Association [Night]
There's an injunction not to be outside at night. Jean wants to know why, and unfortunately for the mods reading this narration that might mean getting a bunch of annoying questions. For the first few nights they stay up observing the streets of the town through their window and noting anything they can observe, though their shit-ass night vision soon indicates to them that this will need to be hands-on.
If you're interested, your character may have been asked to be a lookout for the next phase: Jean, clad in her siren Page and smeared with smoke, leaves, and soil to blend into the colors of night on the town, lurks behind cover after dark, gently flexing her claws. The people here live in fear of these things, and Jean has been hired to lift that fear from them, show them that wins are possible, that being under Jean's aegis places them beside her and not beneath her.
Madam Princess Zelda said Jean had a hard life, and thinking about that still hurts Jean in ways she can't quite define to herself. But if that's true, there's still, hahaha, a silver lining. The beasts of this place are used to frightened and helpless prey, but that's not Jean.
She's a monster too.
Floor of Language
Jean works at the library! Find them here during operating hours, if you like.
Around Town - Back Alley
Jean will have found that giant dude in the diving suit sitting, tucked against the side of an unlit alleyway. The late afternoon fog is condensing on his heavy brass plating, dripping down in slow streaks over his glowing porthole face. The citizens of the town give the alley and that yellow stare an appropriately wide berth.
Delta’s not particularly capable of talking but if Jean manages to avoid irritating him, perhaps some form of communication can be arranged.
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Wait this person is huge. Possibly prepared! Their smile gets sunnier, somehow, in response to Delta's silence. "Please excuse me if this is a personal question but I did encounter someone not all that long ago who needs a bit of help to converse - are you choosing not to speak or would you welcome assistance?"
Fucking what assistance though. Can this personage hold a normal-sized pencil? Think, Jean, think!
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don't need
His handwriting is getting better at least.
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So, Delta, my friend, child of Rapture, how good are you at recognizing a professional lackey? 'Cause that's what you have on hand here.
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He braces his elbow against his knee, resting his helmet against his fist and stares at Jean. Communicating with this big daddy is a privilege and that privilege is about to be revoked if Jean doesn't get to the point.
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"So in short I'm looking to survey my fellows and learn their skill sets so we can organize with one another! Form teams for specific jobs that will be more effective, and know who to turn to in case of emergency! Here, I included myself as an example."
Jean offers the notebook out after flipping it to a prior page. Their own information is recorded there, detailing an extensive record of clerical work, scientific work (mainly as a 'research assistant' or 'containment specialist'), and a stunning record of violence that would get sent back to an author as a parody of itself before it ever saw the light of day.
"Strictly voluntary of course, no one died and put me in charge, hahahahaha, but - well, we've already had at least one fatality, and that does seem less than ideal."
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He doesn't accept the notebook, choosing to merely glance over to the page Jean had turned to. When he returns his gaze back to Jean, eyes unseen behind that porthole, Jean will get the impression of increased wariness.
Why would any group need to glean that much detail from potential members? Delta taps his chalk against the slate board, annoyance shifting fully into distrust.
contact if needed, he writes simply.
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If Jean can't guess what he does from his appearance then they've got bigger problems than a reticent big daddy.
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That could have gone better! Oh well. Try, try, try again.
Wrap!