[closed] I'm not in the swing of things

[alittlesweptup]

Date & Time: 12/7, morning
Location: West Wing housing corridor
Characters: Detainees and their assigned babysitters
Summary: The mutineers (+1 Jesse Pinkman) are released and given into the custody of their respective parole officers.
Warning: ~*~FEELINGSSSSSSS~*~ (daddy issues) and probably some foul language because when is that not a thing.
Notes: Catch-all for cr building if you care to use it, though don't feel obligated to tag here if you'd prefer to do things differently. If you haven't been assigned a parole officer or vice versa yet, no worries - back tagging into infinity will probably be a thing. (Additional Note: I personally fully endorse shameless threadjacking fwiw)


[The morning of the seventh, three weeks from the start of the mutiny and nearly as long since the beginning of most of the detainee's stint in police custody, finds them being officially released into the hands of their willing parole officers. There's no real paperwork, no moment where anyone gets their handcuffs taken off. Confiscated personal belongings are returned, but that's about the extent of anything resembling police formality; everything else probably seems strangely abbreviated (and maybe more than a little anticlimactic) for anyone familiar with how this sort of thing usually goes.]

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[hyanaimne]

[as soon as Tempest's out, all she wants to both make sure everyone is okay (and yell at at certain someone) and make a break for it, screw the parole bullshit and find somewhere to hide, preferably not on the moon base. Instead, she just leans against the wall near the room she had been held in, arms crossed and hood up. She's anything but relaxed, though; she's more on edge than she's ever been. Who would've thought.

She can feel her knife, now hidden in her sleeve rather than in her boot, resting against her arm; just in case, really, she has no idea what might happen and she'd rather not be caught off-guard. Her eyes track people who pass by, and every so often wander to the people pairing up, but she doesn't move otherwise. She'll wait until most everyone has left to leave herself]

i heard you wanted cr

[cyphered]

[Originally, Nate had decided to poke his head into the party a little earlier than planned, perhaps in hopes of avoiding any actual criminals that were involved in this thing. He had seen talk of death at least twice, and he's not looking to get his or Charlie's head taken off today.

Or maybe he's hoping to make connections with the "criminals". Hard to say when we're talking about Nathan Drake. Right now, he needs all the help he can get, as far as he's concerned.

Tempest and her hood stand out in the crowd, despite the fact that she's likely trying to avoid notice, and so she'll find herself joined by one fortune hunter, who inconspicuously slides to the doorframe opposite her, leaving plenty of space.

He makes a point to lean down so he can try and catch her eyes under the hood.]

Expecting rain?

i do i do i dooooooo

[hyanaimne]

[when he leans over to peek up at her, she actually startles a little, her attention being elsewhere at that moment. Though the question makes her frown, and she reaches up to push her hood back enough that he doesn't have to lean over any more]

It does not rain indoors.

[cyphered]

Yeah, that was the joke.

[He straightens up and offers a raised eyebrow, the light smile still in place. His hands are slipped in the pockets of the jacket he had picked up from his arrival, effectively hiding the majority of the blood stain on his shirt, as well as his weapons.]

You coming or going?

[hyanaimne]

[Nate will learn very quickly that most jokes just fly over her head, sorry. She quirks a crooked smile and shrugs, leaning back against the wall]

Waiting until it is a bit less crowded to leave. I've a nanny to wait for, too.

[cyphered]

Right.

[God, Nate quietly hopes Charlie won't apply that moniker to him. He's nobody's nanny.]

Sorry. Kind of a new shipment. Name's Drake. Nathan Drake. I'm learning as I go -- which one were you?

[hyanaimne]

Ah, well. Welcome to our lovely moon base.

[she's pretty sure sarcasm isn't needed for Nate to figure out just how much she loves being here]

Well met, Nathan . . . I am Tempest. Though I hope no one has already spoken of me.

GOMEN.....SOMETIMES I TYPE FASTER THAN I THINK

[cyphered]

[He mocks a disgusted face, but it breaks back into the smile pretty quickly.]

Oh...I've heard such terrible things about you.

[He crosses his ankles and shakes his head. Tempest...he remembers seeing that name pop up once or twice. And since she missed his first joke...]

Kidding, by the way. I've been doing my homework, that's all.

[hyanaimne]

[this time he gets a real smile out of her, albeit a tired one, and she relaxes a little, less guarded]

And what terrible homework it must have been. So, who will you be babysitting, then? That is why you are here, yes?

[cyphered]

Kept me busy. I've had worse.

[Also kept his mind off of the fact that he was. You know. On the moon.]

Guilty. I'm here to pick up little Charlie Cutter.

[hyanaimne]

I am sure that it did.

[though, the smile widens into a grin, and she glances in Charlie's direction before back at Nate]

You poor, poor thing. You have my sympathies.

[she isn't serious, of course, but she'll never pass up a chance to take friendly jabs at Charlie. Never]

[cyphered]

[He takes it and runs with it.]

I know, I know. Its a dirty job, but someone's gotta do it.

[Nate, however, doesn't look at Charlie. Not just yet.]

Sympathy though? That's a new one.

[hyanaimne]

I think that is the word? I've not ever had the ah, honor of babysitting him. [she waves a dismissive hand] Either way, you will have your hands full.

[motherofnemesis]

[ She's barely actually met Tempest, before this, and now they've mostly just texted. And Max may not actually be in a state where voluntarily talking to people is a good idea, but she's held pretty rigid control of herself so far and she's free now, so. She should be fine, right?

And she'd like to say hi to Tempest, so she makes her way over, unobtrusive, hunched over with her hands in her pockets. ]

Hey. I don't know that we ever actually met in person.

[hyanaimne]

[she's barely moved from her spot against the wall since she was let out, and when Max approaches she hardly even budges, back flat against the wall and posture tense. It's nothing against Max, really - she's wary of a lot of things, and she isn't sure when those things will pop up.

But she does lift her head to look at her properly, and even manages a quirk of a smile]

I do not think we have either.

[motherofnemesis]

[ That's entirely all right, it's an attitude that Max not only thoroughly understands but is more or less sporting herself at the moment and has been for days, her attention scattered and wide. (She's been giving Jesse a wide berth.) ]

Well, I'm Max. It's nice to meet you.

[hyanaimne]

[Tempest hasn't even glanced in Jesse's direction; it seems that everyone yelling at her may have gotten through.

Her smile widens a little and she offers Max a hand, after a moment]

Tempest. Well met, Max.

[motherofnemesis]

[ Max hopes so, really. It seems like it would be a good result. There's a slight hesitation before she sticks her own hand out, shakes Tempest's briefly. Physical contact is - odd. ]

Got any big plans?

[hyanaimne]

[contact IS odd, and Tempest keeps the handshake short, then draws her hand away]

Other than getting out of this place to go back down to the planet? Not particularly. What about you?

[motherofnemesis]

Along the same lines. Hopefully alcohol will be involved at some stage. If I find some, I'll send a little on to you.

[hyanaimne]

Ah, yes. Alcohol will most certainly be involved. [she smiles] And I will do the same.

[motherofnemesis]

Then it's a deal. Maybe sometime we can talk under better conditions.

[hyanaimne]

Perhaps we can even have a drink together.

[motherofnemesis]

I'd like that. Maybe we can pick some up during some of these missions we've got to run.

[hyanaimne]

Do you think they would let us? Or would we have to be sneaky about it?