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restingslasherface ([personal profile] restingslasherface) wrote in [community profile] ph_logs2023-07-30 01:09 pm

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.
daddy_topside: (Two Daddies!)

Around Town - Back Alley

[personal profile] daddy_topside 2023-07-30 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
‘Madam Princess Zelda’ gets about as impressed a look as you might expect from someone created in an explicitly anti-monarchist evil(er) underwater EPCOT. Not that you can really see that look on Delta’s face, but he’s gotten pretty good at incredibly pointed silences in the short span of time he’s spent in this town.

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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Around Town — Shopping Center

[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-07-31 02:23 am (UTC)(link)
The woman seated on a park bench just a little ways from the center of downtown with a notebook open in her own lap blinks momentarily at the overpoweringly wide grin on the stranger’s face.

“Well, now,” she says, capping her fountain pen and closing her notebook, “I’m afraid I haven’t heard about this… uh, ‘talent pool’. You’re gonna have to explain it a little more to me, mistrum…?”
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[personal profile] daddy_topside 2023-07-31 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta's wariness increases in tandem with the brightening smile. He eyes Jean for a good moment before reaching back to pull his slate out from where he'd wedged it between his mantle and air tanks. He plucks a stick of chalk out of a pocket and writes.

don't need

His handwriting is getting better at least.
deaths_head: (up} dubious / annoyed)

Shops

[personal profile] deaths_head 2023-07-31 07:30 pm (UTC)(link)
"Bitch of a problem, ain't it?"

Someone is used to moving almost silently--and given that the redhead standing about a half step back and to the left of the little individual is sitting on the damn uncomfortable side of seven feet tall, that's quite a feat.

However, despite his dour expression, his demeanor is otherwise easygoing, borderline friendly: relaxed stance, weight on one leg, arms up just to finish pulling his long hair back off his neck because he forgot how fucking annoying it got when he let it get this long as a living man...

"Reckon you got the opposite problem I do, at your size." the Shade muses. "Still the same, though: if you're too damn big or too damn small, you're gonna play hell to find anything decent what ain't custom made. Already tryin' to figger out how much I'm gonna let 'em fleece me for to get some halfway decent boots, much less pants ain't up above my goddamn knees."
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-08-01 03:48 am (UTC)(link)
After a polite nod in return, the woman leans forward to peruse the notebook, eyebrows creeping progressively up her face as her gaze tracks across the meticulous self-report. “You’ve certainly gotten around,” she says, tone almost neutral. “You still didn’t say what ‘this matter’ is, though.”
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[personal profile] deaths_head 2023-08-01 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
The Shade can't help it: he laughs.

It's not unkind or mocking--it's not even wholly amused. It's the quiet, unexpected chuckle of simple pleasure because this little critter ain't so different from the imps around the Vale, right down to the stilted way of talking. Imps don't get anywhere near Heaven, they get treated like garbage in Hell, but they do okay for themselves around various cities in Purgatory like Gehenna. The ones in Limbo, where the Vale was carved, make their home there because they hear tell of the Shade, and he hardly minds. They're sharp as tacks, violent as hell, and when treated fairly pass for loyal easy.

So he hunkers down into a crouch to get closer to the critter's level--Jean, this one's got a name--and offers his hand to shake.

"Well, knowin' I can catch you when you ain't on break? Big help, so much obliged. You can call me the Shade if you're feelin' formal, or plain ol' Joe if you prefer to be friendly. Pleased to meet ya--though I'd advise 'gainst tradin' any human livers 'round here. Way I hear, you ain't gonna find any goin' free off the dead."
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[personal profile] daddy_topside 2023-08-01 08:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Delta's closest brush with a professional lackey was Stanley Poole and that didn't exactly leave him with a stellar opinion of the profession. Jean isn't making as spectacularly a catastrophic first impression as that walking tire fire, but Delta's impression of them isn't really ticking over to 'tolerable' at the moment either.

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.
prise_de_fer: (neutral - concern)

Shops - tailor!

[personal profile] prise_de_fer 2023-08-02 01:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Prrrretty, arrren't they?" Someone beside Jean purrs, her r's over exaggerated. Mo'rtajha's been on the prowl today, too. With some extra brass in her pockets the miqo'te's seriously thinking about splurging on some finery for herself, but hasn't made the leap just yet. Instead she's wrapped in her cloak that does little to hide her long, bushy tail but does conceal the top of her head for the moment. She, too, is still wearing her newcomer's clothing, the shirt is tied up to reveal the tanned skin of her stomach, pants rolled up to her knees to stave off the heat.

"Is aught amiss? You look as if a coeurl took off if your lunch!" She adds with a hint of concern. They do look a bit miserable...
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-08-02 04:04 pm (UTC)(link)
The woman’s posture relaxes just a hair, obviously seeing this as a reasonable proposal with a questionable delivery. She smooths a hand along the side of her hair, crossing her legs more demurely. “That sounds pretty damn helpful.” In a friendly tone, she adds, “And did you say the mayor’s office was setting this up?”
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-08-02 04:18 pm (UTC)(link)
“I see.” One finger taps briefly on the cover of her notebook. “Well, I don’t know how much of a resource I’d be in a situation like that, but I’m Grace Holloway. I’ve been employed as an entertainer here.”
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CW: outdated offensive language

[personal profile] deaths_head 2023-08-02 05:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Imps are gonna imp, so the Shade just smiles patiently at Jean's exasperation. As for the matter of clothing...

"Gendered, huh?" the Shade muses aloud, absently scratching his bearded chin. He forgot how things itch for the living, and he's seriously considering shaving the whole damn thing off.

Then again, don't it itch worse when the five o'clock shadow rolls 'round? Hell...

"Well, I ain't got much experience with them spaces between--when I was alive that first time, blacksmith's son was a pansy, silversmith's daughter was all woman but shot the last dressmaker her momma called in on her behalf." he admits. "Had naught in common with either of 'em but being unwelcome in polite company, but some of the finest folks I knew. Point bein', seein' as how I'm a man what grew up 'longside a woman, and had friends who favored opposite sides of that coin, I don't know much 'bout finding that middle road."

He hesitates, then smirks.

"But when you're big as I am, and the nearest decent tailor what'll spare the fabric for a lummox like me is in fuckin' Houston, you get real good at fixin' up your shit, real quick--to say nothing of my trade. Worked as an undertaker, so wasn't strange having to rustle up a shroud for a picky spirit or fixing up something so I can dress a body halfway decent. So...maybe you find something what almost works, and I could help you make it a little less manly or feminine as the case may be."
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-08-02 06:42 pm (UTC)(link)
“It takes all kinds,” Grace says magnanimously. “And thank you very much, Agent Jean. I’m real fond of my name.” She smiles, her face going round and warm. “I think it suits me, wouldn’t you say?”

[Internal thoughts]This “Agent Jean” seems well-meaning, but Grace has never once met a fellow working as a tough that‘d write out all their qualifications on a résumé like that. They certainly don’t seem like a local. Is that normal where Agent Jean comes from? Are they just turning over some excessively-honest new leaf?
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[personal profile] deepbluerevue 2023-08-02 08:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Grace blinks down at Agent Jean, one eyebrow ticking up for a moment before her expression smooths back out to placid. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that part,” she says mildly. “Seems to me like they’ve done a damn good job so far turning self-sufficient. Though, I guess I haven’t been around here for long. What’d’you figure the isle’s missing?”

[Internal thoughts]If anyone knows about keeping an impoverished, sickly, isolated community running for years with no hope of resupply, it’s Grace Holloway. This isle has ample atmosphere, no danger of sudden decompression, and fresh water right on site. She hadn’t even realized some folks might think they’re in dire straits for materials.

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