[OPEN] Standing on the cliff face, highest fall you'll ever grace

[totallytrustworthy]

Date & Time: various; post zombie madness
Location: Places
Characters: Chloe Frazer and YOU-- or at least we all hope it's you in there
Summary: last boarding call for the S.S. Disaster of the Century (viva la revolution)
Warnings: copious amounts of Robin Hooditis

 

A: Cafeteria

[She doesn't much care for the idea of borrowing anything when supplies are scarce. Doesn't like the thought that this is-- for the moment-- all they've got left. But plans are plans, and change is necessary, and nothing in this world (or any other for that matter) comes without a cost. If they mean to hole themselves up long enough for negotiations to leave them all in a better state than the one they're in right now, then spare packets of food and water are more necessity than nicety.

Still, doesn't make the pill go down any easier; Chloe spends more time hovering near the kitchens than what's appropriate for anyone that isn't Gordon Ramsay. Might be worth looking into, honestly.]

B: Corridors; farther away from housing

[And the damage isn't as noticeable as it ought to be, (years of abandonment means the base already looks a half step away from collapsing like a house of cards) but considering she'd rather not experience what it's like getting sucked out into the endless vacuum that is our known universe any time soon, Chloe's quick to lend a hand wherever it's needed amongst the more battle scarred sections of the station. Sure, she's exhausted-- looks the part, sporting a good layer of salt and dust that's been there since the start of the undead fiasco-- but the sooner they get the base back into (relatively) good shape, the sooner she'll feel secure enough to sleep like a proper human being.

If it takes hammering at a few panels for that to be a reality, count her in.]

C: Housing

[Supplies seen to for the moment, holes patched up and wiring duct taped together, Chloe's just about done. The past week hasn't been kind, the past year hasn't stopped digging in under her skin: she's spent. Walks like one of the staggering dead they'd just spent all they've got in them to kill off, on a mission to just get through that last bloody section of the station to hibernate so hard they'll have to hire a prince to wake her up.

So it's safe to say she's not really watching where she's going, arms full up with pilfered foodstuffs and scrap-- and it's also safe to say she won't appreciate any incoming distractions. Or collisions.]



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[ooc: Use whatever format you like-- and if none of these prompts suit you, feel free to create one of your own! Chloe's out and about and prone to dozing off in a few inappropriate spots for impromptu naps; it's a terrible habit someone should do something about it.]
 

Comments

[totallytrustworthy]

What, in outer space? God no. [She almost laughs at the thought, though it's genuine amusement and nothing to do with his inquiries. Once her tools are slid over, Chloe slips in just in front of the tips of his shoes to start her work all over again, metal shaking hard from impact.] --Keep a firm grip on it, there you go-- no. My feet belong on earth. Preferably bare in warm, tropical sand.

There's no getting used to this place by comparison.

[deadlybanker]

That does sound more pleasant.

[As long as the beach had no zombies. He was tired of zombies...]

But you seem so skilled with these repairs, you must at least be from a time where technology is more advanced?

[totallytrustworthy]

[Please, no more zombies ever again.] Compared to your time, sure. Don't usually see people running about on horses unless it's for the sake of getting laid.

[deadlybanker]

[He shook his head, not from disagreement but from the amusement her statement caused. ]

That is often the case in my time as well.

[Romance, at least, was one thing that remained constant through the ages. ]

I'm crying Giovanni pls

[totallytrustworthy]

Good to know some things never change. [All right, mate, stop making her laugh. This is just getting ridiculous. She does her best to drown out the sound of it with a few solid swings against steel.] I mean, aside from this world where there aren't any.

Then again this world hardly exists anymore. I don't think that really counts.

He was a bit of a rouge in his youth, he knows about these things

[deadlybanker]

[Why drown out a sound so sorely lacking in this place? It was nice to hear laughter again after all the troubles they had been through.

Gradually the loose panel was molded into place until finally it was no longer nessacary to hold the piece in place. He stepped back and allowed her the final few hits that would ensure it stayed tight against the wall.]

There are basic things that remain constant no matter what else is going on at the time.

Chloe couldn't be more proud of his younger self

[totallytrustworthy]

And war is always right at the top of the list. [She's not glancing his way when she says it, but it's fairly obvious that he's not planning on running off and that introductions ought to be a thing even if she is desperately in need of a good shower.] Chloe Frazer, by the way.

He remembers those days fondly as well

[deadlybanker]

One day there will come a time when wars become one of those things we no longer have a use for.

[Even here, seeing a glimpse of the future as he was, he had hope that people would be able to change. ]

Giovanni Auditore da Firenze.

[totallytrustworthy]

....[Wait. Wait just a moment. Chloe turns around on her heels, setting her back against the wall to get a good look at him-- at his clothes-- at the--] Auditore da Firenze.

As in Ezio Auditore da Firenze.

[deadlybanker]

[Unmistakable pride tinged his smile as Chloe spoke that name. He nodded once in her direction in a silent indication she had made the correct assumption. ]

Ezio is my son, the second eldest. Were you a friend of his while he was here?

[totallytrustworthy]

[This is so not how she expected to spend her morning. God damn it, Ezio. Totally blaming you for this.] You could say that, yeah. We ah-- [stole valuables] ran a few missions together this past year.

[deadlybanker]

[Hopefully for a just cause.

Giovanni chuckled at her hesitation for he was very well acquainted with his son.]

I can only imagine what that must have been like.
I am glad he found some strong allies. It does make it better if you have some one to rely on.

[totallytrustworthy]

As does everything. [She shoots a glance off at the wall behind her to prove her point before shifting back onto her feet for the sake of dusting off.] Thanks, by the way. Not the most exciting job on the base, but it helps.

[deadlybanker]

Prego.

[(Your welcome.)]

We all must try to do what we can to make the situation better.

[He gestured down the corridor.]

It all ready looks far more sound than it did when I arrived here this morning. You should be commended for your fine work.

[It might not have been perfect or 'factory fresh' but it was a vast improvement!]

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I don't think the Initiative will be handing out awards for it any time soon, but I know I'll sleep a little more soundly at night.

The next time I get a chance to sleep, that is.

[deadlybanker]

[Who cares what the Initiative would say about it.]

It matters little. The people here will appreciate your hard work.

Maybe you should take a break. If it is as simple as hammering these into place I could take over for you and allow you some rest? You should not over do it.

[totallytrustworthy]

[She scoffs at that, something light and somewhat amused: the other transports have a tendency to be a bit blind, (as do they all at times) Chloe doesn't buy the idea that more will notice aside from him, but she'll take it.]

And leave you to manage the rest of this on your own? I don't think so.

I would, however, be willing to swap places if you'd like to take over some of the heavier lifting for a few.

[deadlybanker]

[He does like to hope for the best from people. Some might not notice it but others might.]

I am willing. With two of us maybe we could get the work done quicker.

[totallytrustworthy]

So. Are you-- [Chloe turns the hammer over in her hands, holds it out to him.] you know. Like your son?

[deadlybanker]

I am a banker.

[The hammer was taking from her and tossed easily from one hand to the other more dominant hand.
How much should be said? He did not wish to out the Brotherhood but if she already knew he would be outing only himself.]

But, there are certain other talents we share in common.

[If Ezio had told her of his assassin skills then surely she would connect a few dots between that vague answer and the truth. ]

[totallytrustworthy]

[It's a smart decision. The most she knows of it is that Ezio was like her; that they both shared specific skill sets that made living the life of a thief that much easier. What he did with those skills? Absolutely his business.] Ah. Good to know.

See, now I'm less bothered by all the lace. [a beat] Not that I was bothered, just-- you know.

[deadlybanker]

[It was an unusual complaint and one he could not say he had run across before, even among the thieves and courtesans in who might have been distant around nobility.
The hammer was brought down on the next panel in the series, prying the older destroyed one free from its place on the wall even as he smiled back at her.]

You feel out of place around those... wearing lace?

[totallytrustworthy]

Have you seen what I'm wearing, darling? [She's quick to catch the other panel as it's pried loose, fingers curled under the lowest edge to keep it from crashing while he works at it.]

[deadlybanker]

I did notice.

[He is married but that did not mean he had gone entirely blind when it came to women. Her outfit was... well, a good deal different than his or any that a lady from his time would have worn, but many woman here wore similiar things. It must have become the norm after his time.
An edge of the panel still held fast to the wall. This was given a pry with the curved edge of the tool until it finally popped free and was fully supported by Chloe.]

I take it is not something commonly worn any longer.

[totallytrustworthy]

[The heavy thing's lifted (not effortlessly, but it's not exactly an unreasonable struggle for the size and weight of that thick steel) and set off to the side with a grunt before she manages to respond.] Well, no-- I just meant that I'm a bit of a mess, yeah?