[OPEN & CLOSED] May Catch-All

[liesdontfindyou]

Who: CT (liesdontfindyou), Daisy Tonner (hadnoright), Melanie King (ghostbullet), Margaret Houlihan (soldierslikeus), Gwen Stacy (thismaskismybadge) & you!
What: Catch-All for Blue's characters
When: May onwards (until I make another)
Where: All over, see character prompt headers
Warnings: In specific headers where relevant.

Catch-all for various plans, primarily closed TLs on demand but I'm open to wildcards and might do opens situationally. Alice is available over at her canon-update open and Ruby is available only on request.

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Agent Connecticut / CT

[liesdontfindyou]

[ Prompts below. Tag this TL to wildcard, she's easily found at the enforcer officer, the O&I, running in the mornings, or generally around. ]

for Valdis

[liesdontfindyou]

"Hey, Valdis. You wanted to see me?"

Just arrived for the day, CT's very casually twisting the long side of her hair into a braid as she comes to see Valdis, re-doing it where it had loosened on her run in. Her things are already at her desk.

[redlightgreenlight]

Valdis looks up from the mountain of paperwork on her desk. She's been putting it off, but now she has to get everything in order before what happens next.

"Yes, I had a question for you."

[liesdontfindyou]

CT ties off the end of the braid and lets it drape over her shoulder, leaning against the door and casting a cursory eye over her desk. "Go ahead, shoot."

[redlightgreenlight]

"You might want to come in and sit down."

She gestures to the other seat.

[liesdontfindyou]

CT's brows go up. "That kinda question, huh. Alright."

She pulls the seat out and sits down. "What's up?"

Office Visit

[2onostromo]

Walking under the burning street lamps, it dawns on Ellen that she's never actually been to the Enforcer Offices. Doesn't even know if she'll be permitted entrance, expecting, in many ways, similar treatment to what she's experienced back home. Keycards, codes, personal identification to ensure that no sensitive Weyland-Yutani information reaches the wrong eyes.

It can't be as easy as walking through the front door, right?

Then she'll make her presence known with three hard knuckle-taps, still dressed in her work attire and carrying a cup of coffee in one hand, and wait for someone to open the door. I just got off. I thought I'd congratulate the new Chief of the DSA. A fine excuse to swing by, right? She won't be turned away. Hell, there probably won't be anyone there to send her home if Crichton's word is true.

'She spends all night in her office. Shows up in the morning with a red mark from falling asleep on her pen. You think you can smoke her out?'

I'll see what I can do.

Three hard knocks.

She waits.

[liesdontfindyou]

If CT was a workaholic before the promotion, well, they might need to invent a new word for whatever she is now. There's so much to do—new responsibilities and procedures, things to keep track of, work to be done. Ask the CT of a year ago if she had her eyes on a command role and she'd have said no way. Being in charge has never been a thing she's coveted, the way some do, but it only seemed logical when the time came. Valdis trusted her enough to hand over the keys, so to speak, and so here she is.

Her coffee's long gone cold in its cup and there's a packet of wrapped food she hasn't touched since buying it this morning.

The knocking snaps her out of tunnel-vision focus on the pile of files and personal notes related to the DSA's current handling of the Coldwood situation. Groaning, she sits back in her chair and stretches, expecting to wait for someone else to handle it—only, no, a glance at the clock tells her that she'd be waiting a hell of a long time.

Fine, then. With a sigh, she stands from her desk and heads out through the main office to the door. She's ready to put on her public-facing face, assuming it's someone in need of assistance who didn't just call in for some reason or another, but when she opens the door—

"How can I— oh! Ripley!" Blink, blink. "Hi. You're not who I was expecting."

[2onostromo]

"Sorry, I know it's late. I saw the light on, and—" Crichton said you might be here. I'm here to save you from your paperwork Hell. "I wanted to congratulate you on your promotion." She catches her bottom lip. "And see if maybe you wanted some company. Or coffee. I also have coffee."

[liesdontfindyou]

A smile pulls at the corner of her lips a half-second before she consciously relaxes. She's not sure she totally believes the reasoning, but she's not sure it matters that much if she does or not when Ripley's here regardless. "You're fine, I just thought it might be some resident who favours the face-to-face approach. You're a much better surprise. Especially bearing coffee."

She steps back and opens the door further to let Ripley in. The DSA office is silent and still, any standard officers who would be on duty for the inevitable night duties are either at home waiting on a call or in another area of the building entirely.

"I can't promise I'm doing anything interesting," she says. She takes the chance to stretch again, cracking the kinks in her back from bending over a desk all night. The buttons of her blouse are undone just far enough without getting outright indecent, to get some air in the humid evening, vest long since abandoned over the back of her chair. "There's just a lot of things to get in order."

[2onostromo]

Connecticut's smile is returned in kind. "Here, it's still warm."

Ripley follows her inside. The DSA is everything and nothing like she expects. There's a glaring (and unsurprising) lack of computers, which leaves ample room for files and stacks of books on every desk. Charts, maps and scores of notes spread across a designated wall. Names she doesn't recognize. Crude drawings. She tries not to stare.

Tries, and fails.

She'll stare at something else, then. CT, for instance. She catches her with hands perched at either hip to bend herself backward, rewarded by a few dull pops from her overworked spine. A button on her blouse comes undone. Her skin dews.

"That's okay. I'm used to boring."

Ripley weaves between desks and blackboards to pull out CT's chair, where she makes herself right at home. "Classified things?"

[xiaoxiuya]

Some have said that Shen Qingqiu struggles to learn from his mistakes, and they may even be right. But there's one mistake he's absolutely determined not to make, and that's not letting his boss know what he's been doing. Seriously, trying to arrest Elias Coldwood was very nearly a farce, and he'd like to avoid embarrassing himself or the office like that again.

So he makes an appointment with CT to speak to her in her office, and shows up on time with a copy of his report on the arrest and some of the progress reports he's filed on Glory, just in case she hasn't seen them yet. He's going for full information redundancy here!

[liesdontfindyou]

CT looks up from her mountain of personal notes and official documentation when he arrives. It is entirely likely that she hasn't so much made sure to be here on time for the appointment as she simply hasn't left her office.

"Shen Qingqiu, hi—come on in." She pushes some of the mess of files and notes aside. "I'm guessing you wanted to talk about the Coldwood situation?"

[xiaoxiuya]

That's not healthy...buuuut it's not really his job to make sure the boss gets enough sleep and avoids fucking up her back, either. Shen Qingqiu makes a mild note of it and turns his attention back to the business at hand.

"That's right." He places the reports on her desk and takes a seat opposite her. "I wasn't sure how much Valdis had told you about my prior and current duties -- but considering neither she nor Cerrit had any idea when they took over, I thought it best to bring you up to speed myself."

[liesdontfindyou]

"She's told me at least the broad strokes of the situation, I had my own questions after Coldwood was brought in and released." She was never going to let that just slide by without checking in with Valdis, Elias was and to an extent still is surrounded by question marks. "But it'd help to hear more about it from you, especially how things are going now."

[xiaoxiuya]

He nods. The situation is better than he feared, but they still have some work to do. "I think it's going quite well, honestly. Dr. Coldwood has been reasonably cooperative since he was released from jail -- there are still some hard feelings there, but no more than to be expected given what he's been through, and he's proven himself willing to put them aside for the sake of the child."

His voice starts to get more animated as the topic shifts to Glory. "As for the child, I'm very pleased with her progress. She's been picking up Emeran beautifully, and ever since we trained her to go back to her room when she starts to feel stressed, she's stopped snapping at visitors entirely."

Daisy Tonner

[hadnoright]

[ Prompts below. Tag this TL to wildcard, she's easily found around the forests hunting, downtown doing day-to-day things, or if you know to you might be able to find her at the Leeds estate. ]

Melanie King

[ghostbullet]

[ Prompts below. Tag this TL to wildcard. She's found most easily at the radio station after her daily radio show, at the O&I, at Martin's tea shop, or doing chores. She's blind and uses a white cane. ]

Major Margaret Houlihan

[soldierslikeus]

[ Prompts below. Tag this TL to wildcard. Most easily found at Hawkeye's clinic where she works, helping at the orphanage, the O&I, or generally around. ]

Gwen Stacy

[thismaskismybadge]

[ Tag this TL to wildcard, easily found either at Gerry's store, on rooftops or walls around town, or at the dormitory. ]

Dormitory Kitchens

[theonewhosuffers]

The thing is, Ralsei is a good baker. This is objectively true. Nobody he's ever made cake for has ever had anything bad or neutral to say about his creations, and they always come back for more, which in his opinion is the biggest endorsement a baker can ask for. But...

It's also true that his personal baking set-up is kind of idiosyncratic.

"It's just an oven," he says to himself, trying to coach himself through his sudden bout of performance anxiety. "When you think about it, it's not that different from a cauldron. Just...dryer..."

Oh god, he's totally going to mess this up isn't he? This is going to be the worst cake he's ever made, Kris and Susie are going to be so disappointed and everyone else in the dorm will hate him for even trying at all...

[thismaskismybadge]

Gwen's coming back in from a shift at Gerry's, when she spots someone busying themself in the kitchen through the open door. She cranes her neck to be nosy as she walks over, undoing and re-tying up her hair (man, she needs a cut and a re-dye soon) on the way, before poking her head in. Oh, it's that new kid Kris and Susie know.

"Hey, whatcha up to?"

[theonewhosuffers]

Ralsei squeaks, jumping a little before he turns around and sees Gwen. "Oh, hi!" He laughs nervously. "Sorry, you startled me a little. I'm just, uh...well, I wanted to make a cake," he says, gesturing at the mixing bowl and ingredients he'd already gotten out. "But I'm having a little trouble with the oven..."

[thismaskismybadge]

Gwen doesn't even blink at the way he startles. She's pretty used to jumpscaring people, accidentally or not accidentally. "Eh, no sweat, I am pretty good at sneaking up on people without even meaning to sneak up on people. What's the problem? Not used to the old-fashioned technology?"

[theonewhosuffers]

"Kiiiiiind of?" Ralsei hesitates for a moment before confessing: "I'm actually used to baking with a magic cauldron, so this is pretty different! I know it needs to be warmed up ahead of time, but I'm not sure how to, um. Turn it on?"