[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

[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?

[deadlybanker]

You have been hard at work on this and doubtless with the zombies too?

[A lot of people were in rough shape after that. He saw no reason to judge or even worry about that... beyond thinking she could use that rest he had mentioned before.]

Appearance is not as important as quality of character.

[totallytrustworthy]

Bet you say that to all the ladies. [She waits a moment or two before adding, wryly:] And your wife.

[deadlybanker]

[His wife hm? Without a beat passing by he was ready with a response.]

No, for my wife I tell her only how beautiful she is no matter what state she is truly in.

[Wry smile matched with one of his one, colored with the love he had for that lady he had been far too long away from. ]

I would never hear the end of it if I did any less.

[totallytrustworthy]

Wouldn't expect anything less. [Chloe laughs-- it's a short, tired sort of sound.]

Sorry you got swept up in this mess though. You seem pretty decent for a banker.

[deadlybanker]

You have met bankers who are not decent?

[Said with totally innocence. He knew full well there was often corruption in organized institutions. It was what he fought against as an assassin after all. ]

It is troubling to have been brought so far away from home and placed in a time so different than the one I am used to.

[The next plate in the series was lifted from the floor and sat against the wall where it would eventually be secured. ]

But, there are others who deserve your concern more than I. Why the children needed to be brought here...
sciocchezza.

[Some times Italian was the best way to get a thought across, in this case 'folly' but he could have said worse of the Initiative. Choice words were best left unsaid around a lady though. ]