Don't You Want...

[restingslasherface]

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.

Comments

Around Town - Back Alley

[daddy_topside]

‘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.

Around Town — Shopping Center

[deepbluerevue]

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…?”

Shops

[deaths_head]

"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."

Shops - tailor!

[prise_de_fer]

"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...

Shopping, for Blue Jeans

[therichremember]

Jean is also looking at the clothing in the shops; he doesn't have the brass in pocket to buy anything new yet, but he is considering how he wishes to present himself once he does. First impressions are already dashed, but who will he be once he's at home?

Noticing the other, less manly Jean...well, there's a couple blinks in quick succession and then a casual commiseratory upnod, the kind that (he damn well hopes) transcends cultures to be a universal sort of gesture.

Shi Association

[skeletonkeay]

As Gerard is perusing the clothes himself, trying to figure out how to work his distinct clothing preferences into this Victorian vibe, he spies someone else doing the same. But they seem nervous.

Ah. He knows that look.

Stepping in to help strangers with monsters and fear gods was one thing, but stepping in to help with something so personal... He silently waffled for a long moment before coming up beside the other person.

"Y'know," he muttered, "just because you don't see anything that looks quite how you want doesn't mean it can't happen. That's... what tailors are for, right? Sewing things. Making stuff custom. Just sayin'."

Suppression Request: Brutok

[restingslasherface]

The arrangements are made, Neil has the containment unit ready, and all that's needed now is to actually hunt and capture a brutok for study. Jean has arranged to meet the occultist at the edge of the woods, and has very much chosen to dress in Cobalt Scar. The new claymore Jean has left at home, instead favoring a lasso to hopefully reduce the potential lethality to the target. It's a smash-and-grab.

They're not easy about Neil being here, but Jean's job is to protect people. Hopefully the researcher knows when to fold 'em.

...Also hopefully he brought better restraints. Abnormalities rarely take to mundane chains.