alittlesweptup: (says here you're an idiot)
Charlie Cutter ([personal profile] alittlesweptup) wrote in [community profile] exsiliumlogs2013-11-07 05:04 pm

[OPEN] we expected something

Date: various; post-zombie attack
Location: Various
Characters: Charlie Cutter and YOU
Summary: Skullduggery Charlie does his homework.
Warnings: None (as of yet, will edit if applicable)
Notes: Get yer pre-mutiny CR building opportunities here!

[CAFETERIA]
[Gathering supplies - food, medical kit - is all vital, but being well fortified isn't what's going to win them anything in the end. So more and more, Charlie can be found with his nose in his tablet reading and making notes, brow furrowed and mouth pinched into a thin line.

Reading, research, quoting lines back - all that he can do. But figuring out how to order his own words properly, anything to do with writing something respectable of his own? Less his forte. Oh, he's a good liar when he needs to be, but he's not stupid enough to think they'll slide through this with a little fast talk.

So he's hunched over a meager lunch from what's left of the cafeteria's stores in the wake of the zombie invasion, carefully making notations in hard copies of old speeches that he's found in the AI's database.

Christ, it's the sort of thing designed to produce a headache.]


[VR ROOMS]
[Charlie hasn't actually spent much time in the VR rooms, but they've got their advantages. Though he doesn't go so far as to bother with constructing anything complete, but rather spends some time tinkering up partial floor plans. It's something he'd usually prefer to have on paper, but resources are scarce and - if he'd being exceedingly honest - he's never been much of an artist.

He runs the builds late in the evening when someone's more likely to go off to one of the other compartments rather than take too close a look at what he's doing, but that doesn't necessarily mean his work always goes uninterrupted.]



(ooc: any format is a-okay and if neither option appeals to you, feel free to throw up something random and I can just tag in as is appropriate.)
gevurah: (unsures at man of steel costume)

[personal profile] gevurah 2013-11-10 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Her eyes trail to the napkin and she takes it, spreading it around her mouth and pushing out the piece of egg into it before wrapping it up and placing it aside. She wipes the bottom of her lip neatly and then looks over at Charlie sheepishly. ]

Thanks.

[ A beat. ]

Sorry.
totallytrustworthy: (nepal: 6)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-11 01:43 am (UTC)(link)
[If he's hoping to keep a hold on her, it's for the best; She's not shy about tugging hard against his grip, shoulder rolling forward into the angle of his palm. When that fails, Chloe turns on him-- posture rigid, muscles locked-- tone as genuine as it is sharp.] I don't know what to think. [It's all uncharted territory, isn't it? Having a partner, playing the hero. Hard to shake the feeling the floor's about to drop out from under her heels at any second.]
skennen: ([←] concede .)

[personal profile] skennen 2013-11-11 02:15 am (UTC)(link)
[That bear-sized bastard doesn't even have the courtesy to stop after crashing into him and landing half on top of him.

Unfazed by the collision, Connor scrambles right back up onto his feet and resumes his desperate run for the door. He finally skids to a stop there, looking around the door frame to sight his target.

... Who doesn't have a mustache.

And actually appears to be a woman.

Connor leans back into the cafeteria with a sigh. It takes him a moment longer to glance back the way he came.

Oh. Right. The man at the table. Or the man on the floor now. Connor makes a sheepish return to his side, bending to retrieve the tablet that briefly got to experience flight on his way back.]


Are you all right?
oncearanger: (contemplative)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-11-11 04:58 am (UTC)(link)
It grows every time I think about it.

[He sighs and rests his head in his hands]

You'd think it would kill them to let us help.
oncearanger: (engineering: guns)

[personal profile] oncearanger 2013-11-11 06:05 am (UTC)(link)
It does. Everything's entirely uncoordinated---I'm doing what I can with the clinic group to stabilize power to the base, and I think we did something to start to destabilize the future of nuclear bombs.

But who knows where that leads? If we knew what they know and don't know...
gevurah: (vma watching)

[personal profile] gevurah 2013-11-11 07:34 am (UTC)(link)
[ She nods and instead opts to eat some of her instant noodles. Still not quality, but who is she to complain about food when survival is essential? ]

They're supposed to have a shelf life over fifteen years. Think it's gone past that.
skennen: ([↓] regret .)

[personal profile] skennen 2013-11-11 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
[Connor winces visibly under his hood. The accent doesn't quite match any of those he knows from his time, but it's still recognizably British.

His luck.

The Very British man is obviously a little irate, but Connor offers his free hand, anyway - just in case he cares to angrily accept help up.]


Sorry. I thought I saw... something, but that is no excuse for my behavior. Are you hurt?
gevurah: ELLE!!!!!! (elle!!!)

[personal profile] gevurah 2013-11-11 08:01 am (UTC)(link)
Not a fan of raisins, I take it?

[ She pops one of the dried slices of banana into her mouth. After she's chewed and swallowed, she continues: ]

Well, beggars can't be choosers.

[ She's eaten snakes before to survive. This is a sad upgrade from that, but an extreme downgrade when you're a multi-billion dollar heiress.

But fuck those dried eggs. That's nasty. ]
gevurah: (maybe "Operation Hot Mother")

[personal profile] gevurah 2013-11-11 08:46 am (UTC)(link)
People seem pretty good about bringing back necessities, at least. They just hoard the good stuff.

[ ... She did, too. Guess who has beer from Switzerland? ]
totallytrustworthy: (totally tripping balls)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-11 08:49 am (UTC)(link)
[The heaviness of his hand at her shoulder, the warmth of his grip. She'd rather not settle down into the logic of what he's saying or the comfort of callused fingers; it's not in her nature to let her temper die off without running its course.]

You mean after they lock us away for all this.
totallytrustworthy: (Chloe and Flynn)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-11 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
And we're not? [It's almost a laugh when she huffs it out. Almost, but not quite.

Nothing all that funny about it.
]
totallytrustworthy: (I walk a lonely road)

[personal profile] totallytrustworthy 2013-11-11 09:17 am (UTC)(link)
Y'know it wasn't easy out there with all those monsters running about. [The subject change is abrupt, intentional: there's no heat to it, just the slowly dying remains of an argument that's-- to put it plainly-- easier to focus on. Pick at.

She leans into the tips of his fingers where they're dug in along the edge of her shoulder.
]

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