[OPEN] we expected something

[alittlesweptup]

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.)

Comments

(cafeteria)

[oncearanger]

[Billy's always overloaded with tools these days, fixing here and tweaking there. When he stops for his bland daily supplement, he catches sight of Charlie bent over...something. Lots of research, it looks like. He waves from across the table.]

I didn't think we had all that much to read up here, but it's probably a good idea.

Day after zombies?? Day after zombies. Fingers crossed this goes well.

[totallytrustworthy]

[Infection effectively dealt with, patrols less vital than repair-work, Chloe doesn't skip a beat swapping out the hefty rifle on her back for a banged-up hammer. It means running a full double shift's worth of serious labor, but if she's honest with herself, she'd rather be pinning up holes than creeping back to a room that's too cramped. Too cold.

Too likely to have Charlie Cutter curled up for a post-disaster rest.

So she waits. Bolts up and beats on walls till enough time's past that she feels comfortable creeping in and catching nearly nine hours of sleep. And from there it's--

Well it's aimless. Not tired enough to sleep any longer, nothing to fixate on; it's entirely on accident when she meanders past one of the VR rooms and spots the soft glow of artificial light illuminating the near unmistakable outline of Charlie's profile.]

If you're thinking about remodeling, you might want to shift housing more to the south.

cafeteria / 8th

[gevurah]

[ Kate's going to go cross-eyed given the amount of reading she does these days. Without a training room to physically exert herself, she's pours her time into reading information available the tablet, stalking people via the network, and attempting to cross-reference information scattered all around it.

Alas, she's human and requires food to sustain herself after a day without a proper meal. She heads to the cafeteria, gathers a cup of coffee and dried banana slices, instant noodles, and today's curiosity: freeze-dried eggs.

The cafeteria always seems busy, so she finds an empty spot at Charlie's table and before she sits down Charlie will find an awfully pale woman asking: ]

Mind?

cafeteria

[skennen]

[Connor comes skulking around the cafeteria after the last of the violent, disease-ridden beings have been taken care of. Even after skimming the window machine's messages regarding the threat the Transports just faced, he can't say he fully understands what those "zombies" were. But then very little around here makes sense these days and he strongly suspects this is another case where he's better off not seeking more thorough explanations. The less he thinks about everything, the less likely he is to get tripped up on the absurdity that is this entire moon fort situation.

Keeping his hood up, he goes about picking through the scraps they have left, intending to take only what he needs until he can get set up for a supply run mission.

He notices the stranger bowed over at one of the tables, working on something or another, but he decides not to approach him. It's probably none of his business what the man is up to.

And so, with a few questionable foodstuffs gathered, Connor starts to take his leave.

That's when he notices a familiar figure stepping out of the cafeteria exit. The dark hair, the style of dress... and almost certainly the man had a mustache...

Dropping his supplies off to the side, he breaks into a sprint to cross the cafeteria. He vaults effortlessly over the one table in his way... and completely misjudges the leap, effectively throwing himself straight at the guy bent over there.]