MISSION ONE: STRIKE AGAINST THE GREEN WALL | Closed

[soul_sister]

Date & Time: Monday, August 26th, 2013
Location: New York City
Characters: Rosette, Chrono, Tempest
Summary: THE FINEST IN GATHERING MISSIONS, also known as culture shock, the log.
Warnings: srs rpers!! NONE

[Three Transports are discretely dropped into a back alley, a few blocks away from a friendly, neighborhood corporate Walgreens. Dumpsters and service doors to various stores facing the roadway line the box filled alley. Above them, metal fire escapes curve up and up, scaling floors of the large concrete buildings.

At the sole exit to the alley, light pours through, as well as the roar of the crowds and traffic beyond.]

So, okay guys. Cool, collected. Businesslike.

Comments

[overclocking]

[He's torn between the desire to whisper (Won't they obviously stand out? Shouldn't this be a stealth mission? Just thinking about how missions normally go at home, he's struck by the very justifiable fear of What if they unravel space-time) and the need to shout over the din of ambient city noise.

These conflicting impulses leave him quite immobile and silents, simply staring gap-jawed at what little of the city is visible beyond the alley- and then Rosette talks, and the spell is broken.

(Except not entirely, because when he whips around to retort, he hisses it as quietly as possible. Like New York City won't find him if he does so.)]

—I don't want to hear that from you.