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

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.]

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( words were powerful, indeed. they could fight an endless battle to legitimize a vice's right to appear dignified.

but again, he's hardly the one to judge. )

Is that what they call it?

What most of us call it, anyway. [One wry little grin goes right about here.] Though these days I put my skills towards less disreputable goals.

[--okay, still pretty disreputable.] Or at least better causes.

Better late than never to adapt your existing skills to new tasks. ( but never late was best. he would tend to agree that a good change of pace was a very good thing(tm) in times like these. but on moonbase, there doesn't seem to be much of a choice.

and the menu of choice made all the difference. )

Doesn't feel like much of a welcome change, without the freedom of setting your own goals. The strain is starting to show.

We've never had freedom here. Any luxuries they throw our way are nothing more than handouts. [And god, doesn't she just sound so bitter about the thought. Chloe's spent more than enough of her life stuck under someone else; the Initiative-- whatever their cause is-- isn't (to her) any different than Lazarevic or the Doughtys.] Not that most people here are willing to acknowledge that.

Short of hiding, there's no finer form of self-preservation. But someone with determination and ability... ( oh, the stories he could tell about people cut from that particular piece of cloth. ) ...Well, just imagine the difference between having the Initiative go out of their way to sacrifice their hold, and having large shifts in opinion underground--

( kaji carefully neutralized his expression, before reverting back to a ghost of a smile and a hushed tone. )

High-stakes. I'm used to eavesdroppers.

So you are. And so am I. [She leans in at that, tucking a few packets of oatmeal into her jacket.] I think we could do with a shift in opinion.

In fact I think the whole bloody station could do with a wake up call.

Is that right?

( it's not like he's never heard as much suggested before, but it was nothing more than posturing for the sake of abstract tentatives. and under such a unique scenario, he couldn't blame anyone for choosing to find the safer alternative. like any high-stakes gambling, the potential payoffs were high, but so were the risks.

as for him? change begets change, backed by subversive means or no... at least, for those bold enough to seize the opportunity. personally, he had methods of balancing the pros and cons for himself. if it turns out any which side was right... he'd tackle it in the same way he's handled similar situations in the past. by putting himself right in the middle of it.

go with your strengths, right? and learn through whatever opportunities present themselves. for now, he turns to meet her with a light smile and steady gaze, confiding yet firm. )

That's not something to consider lightly.

No. It's not. [The fact that he doesn't immediately bolt or look at her like she's crazy is a good start. It means she's got a good chance of continuing this conversation and not winding up in some sort of space jail (yet) or getting shot at the second her back is turned.

She'll take those odds.] Which is exactly why it ought to be considered, don't you think?

Well, I don't doubt it.

( ...inwardly adding a few variables into the mix. it's wasn't good to encourage tunnel vision, even on account of a worthy cause. but with hard numbers backing up the consideration, there's more to be gained by riding the wave.

seating himself comfortably against the wall, kaji laces his fingers around a knee, in a fashion indicative of thoughtfulness. there's a quiet pause before he speaks. )

...Leverage?

The transporter. Without an entire fortress built up around it we've got ourselves a solid shot at taking that thing away from the Initiative and using it as a bargaining chip.

( judging by how easily the answer was brought up, this plan was clearly a long time in the making. she'd thought this over before. and he'd be willing to bet there were more details forthcoming, with a hard number of people behind it. )

You'd be making yourself an easy target for a lot of people's frustrations. But, ( taking a hand away from his knee, he brushes a stray piece of lint from his side, in a fashion that couldn't help but call attention to the gun -- issued to him by the transport police -- only semi-concealed beneath a flap in his belt. before it elicits any reaction analogous to 'good god i fucked up', he breaks out into a grin. ) you could do worse than to have the backing of a Transport investigator under wraps, correct?

[And Jesus Christ he's lucky he says it about as quickly as possibly, because the look on his face nearly gives her a heart attack in a fraction of a second.

Give her a moment to catch her breath, would you.]

Sure your colleagues won't have something to say about this?

( if one thing remains constant in all of this, it's his penchant for fucking with people. )

No need for them to say anything at all. I cover my bases when I can.

[She does, briefly, look a touch skeptical of that remark, but it's an expression that doesn't stick, so...]

With a little help on our end, I'm sure you won't have any problems at all, then.

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

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