tornheart | 004 - well shit

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004 - well shit

Who: All these paranoid losers
What: After an alarming post on applenet that speaks of a compromised system, everyone deals with this as best they can: with heaps of paranoia.
Where: All over Eddan, presumably
When: The remaining seven days
Warnings: None planned but warn in your headers if it gets to that territory

For most, summer vacation is a blessed time, at least for those who attend the prestigious Green Valley. So much hard work that's put into the classes they attend must be rewarded with a wonderful break, and various apartments, homes, and the streets of Eddan itself are filled with the excited chatter of students who are enjoying the sweet summer air.

However, for a certain chosen few...

I see you. These are the words which might be weighing down on them heavily even as they attempt to go about their established lives, a gloom that even the brilliant sunshine can't block. For those who know the truth of Eddan, it's frightening to know that something like the dangerous Shadows they've seen might be coming for them while they're unprepared. For those who've had yet to Awaken, who are still new to all of this.... Perhaps they might be dismissing it, perhaps their lack of knowledge makes it all the more scary, but either way...

The question remains: what are they going to do in response?

[OOC: Consider this a mingle log for characters to play out how they're reacting to this latest shitshow. Not mandatory to use, just to help make it easier!]

[For Awakened characters, some things to keep in mind:
1 - It's been suggested for characters to pick up Control Tower to get fit
2 - They're on the lookout for somewhere outside the school apartments to meet up at since that makes it tricky for non-dorm students and also the adults
3 - Genda has let loose some sheep as identifying markers.]

[For non-Awakened characters, feel free to notice people carrying those sheep, if they indicate having them!]

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As he had mentioned on the app immediately once the alarming post went up, Chikusa's apartment in the school building is open to anyone who wishes to spend the night or just drop by. As usual, his enormous collection of mugs, plus any coffee, tea, iced tea, or hot chocolate people could want. You just better pay him back, you bastards.

Roaming Leaf (Lazer's Pawn or Green Valley Dorm area) [A]

Logistically remaining at home unless absolutely necessary or until called for was the better option, but it wasn't until that post had gone up and plans for meet ups in person were thrown about that he realized just how isolated he was. So despite tactical sense saying to stay put he instead found himself alternating days between roaming the common areas, and sometimes dorm rooms of any Awaken or Unawaken that realized who he was and allowed him to stay a moment, of the Green Valley Dorms. Or 'window shopping' around various stores near Lazer's Pawn, when not in the store itself either looking at some items that could come in handy or handing over another bag of various sheep.

For those that may come across him in the dorms his backpack is once again filled with various sheep again and some are also left at the pawn shop to be picked up by others. All in various styles and colors with the black star on their foreheads, and ribbon collars in various colors with either the navigator or combatant symbol stitched carefully on said ribbons.

About midway through the week Genda is also carting around 'special ordered' plush animals. Some personalized sheep and others different animals that had been requested of him. All with ribbon collars with the appropriate symbol for the one that asked for them. Handing them out as he finds the new owner for them. Or perhaps you seen one and decide to ask about the specially made ones.

Cutting Flowers. (CT Practice Area) [B]

Though there were scheduled days for actual practice, even in the summer, that didn't mean the doors weren't open for those who wanted to practice on their own. Or just wanted to escape the heat outside into the air conditioned stadium that housed the CT field for Green Valley. While Christopher had been a member he had not been die hard at such thus never did extra practice. Genda however had seen how much accuracy had been needed when they had used those abilities of theirs. So after that unsettling message Genda found himself drifting here when not observing the two known spots for meet ups. Someone may find him setting up targets, or practicing on top of one of the towers. Some days you may even find him methodically using one of the foam crossbows used by the Bishops. Moving around obstacles and firing at specific items as if trying to be able to correct his trajectory at a moments notice if need be.

Wildcard [C]

((Have a prompt that doesn't fit the starters up above then hit me up with it. Will go prose or brackets so choose what you feel comfortable with. All sheep pics are thanks to James aka Chikusa's player.))

[Armand doesn't know what is happening right now. Ever since that last Apple.net post, he begins to worry what will happens next. Right now, he isn't using the app nor using his phone out of fear that whoever is trying to hack the app might find out his real identity or his family's.

Thankfully with that phone call he had, Armand manages to put his paranoia aside as he takes his seat at the table inside the cafe before he waits for Ciro to come by. Sure, it's not one of his lower cycle students, but seeing any of them is enough to ease his worries for a while.]

Sure enough, the shop's proprietor can be found in the store throughout the day, ready to deal with anyone who might have gotten the code word "gashat" off of the app.

For once, he does not appear to be napping behind the counter. He's got a few "new" computers hooked up--new in the sense that they haven't been there before--and he actually appears to be working. Employees and regular customers might be shocked. He's got them all carefully turned so that they aren't visible from the door, and he'll look up when anyone enters--he's not actually wearing his sunglasses indoors, either. They're clipped to the front of his obnoxiously loud Hawaiian print shirt. "You looking for anything in particular?"

A. Stress Baking Part 3 | After School
For anyone who was close friends with John, it shouldn't have been too surprising to find him in one of the Home Ec rooms with an apron on, dumping sugar into a measuring cup. John was a notorious stress baker and while he usually kept this to his own home, it was really starting to become noticeable to his mother. She knew her son and if he kept baking batches of cookies every other week she was going to start to get suspicious of what was bothering him. She may have not been John's mother, but he had such strong memories of her and it just wasn't right to worry the poor woman. Besides, he may not be in a home ec class this year, but he had obviously made friends with the staff and they didn't mind him using their kitchens and ingredients from time to time.

As long as he left samples.

You might have even been drawn to this section of the school because of the warm, delicious smell of freshly baked cookies or maybe you have your own after school baking to do. Whatever the case, you're likely to find John balancing hot cookie sheets fresh from the oven or whipping up some white frosting. Today's batch theme seems to be a mix of moons, stars, bunnies and sheep.

B. New Club? | Morning
Prior to Awakening, John had no interest in the game that most of Eddan was obsessed with. He had no talent for it and it just wasn't his thing. It didn't help that he had a pretty busy schedule between school, work, and student council duties. Even after Awakening, Jaune hadn't quite understood the game and had sort of let it slide that a lot of the Awakening were starting to view it as an opportunity to train and get together without others batting an eye. Not to mention he was STILL busy with those other things.

But, now? Well, he was starting to see the appeal of using it as a way to work on strategy and coordination. It wouldn't make sense to have a mass battle like the one they fought before and where so few of them had actually worked as a team. John had decided he would wake up early one morning to watch a practice and see if he could figure out the game. He'd also snagged a book from the library on the rules of the game, but so far all it was doing was sitting next to his backpack as he watched. His backpack which, just so happened, to have a new sheep keychain charm dangling from one of the side pockets (though it was partly obscured by the book).

He hadn't quite worked up the courage to ask if he could try yet. It seemed like a good idea just to see how it worked.

C. Wildcard
((Feel free to run into John at other locations or if you have other ideas for a starter and want to interact with him have at it!))

[Note: I will match format if you do not want to use prose and instead use brackets]

'Fun' Baalberith had been kind enough to specify to "look for the guy in the shades and stylish colorful shirt". Kidou's still a tightly wound ball of nerves underneath his determined expression as he enters Lazer's Pawn, looking around with eyebrows furrowed. One wrong move, he feels, could be costly. He's obsessively read everything possible to prepare, but somehow it just doesn't feel like he's prepared enough.

In addition to his now everpresent shades, 'Michi' decided to take matters into his own hands for this. With some work, he'd edited one of his plain shirts into one that sports a hand-made white fabric sheep sewn over the left breast. It was the only tie he could think of that would set him apart without giving too much away.

It takes a lot of his self control to not jump at the question.

"Yeah." How to put this... as nonchalantly (aka dramatically cold) as possible. For all his effort not to stand out, he's just too good at acting suspicious. "Are you familiar with gashat?"

Kei heads into the shop, a little nervous - but maybe he shouldn't be. He's familiar with these kinds of places. It's not like he's never sold stuff to them before. He just hasn't hit this place yet - he's been rotating his locations. Maybe they all talk to each other, but he sure hopes that they don't.

... Otherwise the occasional sale he makes to them might quickly become an issue. In any case, he grins and leans on the counter. "Yeah. Someone told me you've got gashats in stock?" Not that he knows what those are, but eh.

A slow grin spreads over Kiriya's face as he abandons those computers he's messing with and goes to lean on the counter. Part of the reason for this grin is satisfaction that he's found another person affected by this weird app thing. Most of the reason is because this kid is just so bad at being nonchalant about this. "Well," he says, "I'm the only guy around here who knows what they even are, let alone used one, so yeah, you could say I'm pretty familiar with them."

"No," Kiriya says, turning to face his customer, "not in stock, but that's the magic word anyway." He gets up from his chair and goes to casually lean on the countertop. "Need a weapon, huh?"

"Yeah. I'm the guy who asked about CT weapons." He's actually doing a decent job of looking nonchalant, grinning up at Kiriya. "I've got some stuff that you might like in trade." He can also probably cover the difference in cash, but he knows damn well not to open with that. That'll just get him ripped off - not that he doesn't know roughly what CT equipment should be worth.

Kiriya gestures to the counter. He's not quite the wheeler and dealer that Kiran was, but it hasn't been too hard to figure out in order to maintain cover and a steady supply of income. "Alright, let's see what you've got, then."

"Let's see..." He fishes into his bag, pulling some things out. "An old phone, an old camcorder, an old MP3 player... I've got some video game controllers, too."

They're all super legit. Seriously.

Such super legit merchandise is nothing Kiriya hasn't seen before even though he hasn't been himself working here for very long. He takes the phone, flips it over, pokes at it a bit, sets it aside, does the same with the camcorder and MP3 player, and then takes the controllers, testing the joystick and the buttons with practiced ease. "1500 Macca cash, 3000 store credit."

"Sounds good to me..." He rubs his chin. "And how much for the equipment?" It'd be good to know exactly how much he's going to be ripped off. He knows he's going to be - that's part of the whole song and dance with a pawn shop, after all.

"Oh," Kiriya says, "You misunderstood. That was for the whole lot." Come on, kid, it's a pawn shop, you've got to bargain, of course he's going to open with a lowball offer.

"Uh huh. You could sell the guts of this stuff for 5000 macca, and the controllers together are worth more than that." He smirks, leaning in a bit. There's something a bit more predatory in his smile.

"I know you're trying to make a profit, but come on, man. You can't undercut a seller that much. I'm giving you all this stuff and you want to give me chump change? Now that's not very fair."

"See, thing is, I've got overhead costs to worry about." Kiriya starts ticking these points off on his fingers. "Paying my staff, paying the lease, labor costs in keeping track of all this inventory, paying other bills..." He shrugs. "Plus, I gotta turn a profit, too. 2000 macca for the lot, cash."

He'd only met Kiriya in person once, but Alucard had talked to him more through the application afterward. One never knew where an ally could be found. Someone with a lot of contacts in the city was certainly welcome. Along with being able to shop for a lot of random items without it drawing any attention.

"I'm looking for either sports equipment or anything involving musical instruments. Just not accordions."

After speaking with Chikusa on a need to get more physically fit, he'd been told about Command Tower. Alucard hadn't really had the time to ever watch a match or even understand the rules. He did recognize an opportunity to practice skills in plain sight, however.

It galled him that he had to practice at all. He'd once had so much power to burn that he couldn't keep track. Now? Not so much. It did seem someone else had the same idea, practicing with the crossbow. Alucard watched Genda for a little while before asking, "You might do a better job with someone aiding you."

"Ah, I haven't had an accordion in here in a few weeks, it's totally an accordion-free zone now." He grins. "But I've got a whole lot of other stuff. Someone brought a tuba in last Tuesday."

Kei sighs, flicking a stick on one of the controllers idly. "Uh huh. We both know how this is going to end. You're going to give me a price for less than it's worth, and I'm going to walk out of here with a CT gun. So let's just cut to the chase. I'm not interested in cash. Store credit is fine, so you can give me a higher value than that. 3500 in store credit, and I'll make up the difference between that and the gun, as long as it fires correctly and has a full clip. Combined total of 8000 is the top limit, since I know you're not going to have any customs or pro level equipment."

He's not looking for a turret gun anyway - six bullets is fine, and he can get more ammo easily.

Kiriya grins. "Tell you what," he says, pointing at a corner of the store that contains a pile of sporting equipment, "I'll trade you the lot for one of those guns right there."

He's just not saying exactly what those guns are worth, and they seem to be mysteriously without any price tags. They're scuffed up, but they look like they should be functional. (Except for the one with the loose trigger, that one seems like it's going to fall apart after heavy use.)

He raises an eyebrow, and then heads over to look at the guns. He picks one up, checking the cartridge to make sure it's not loaded, and then aims it, pulling the trigger. It seems all right, and it's not giving him any clicking noises that shouldn't be there. He turns it over to check the barrel, making sure it's smooth and isn't going to shred his ammo apart, and the butt of the gun to make sure it's not going to slam into his shoulder if he holds it badly.

... It's enough. He's satisfied, and he brings it over to Kiriya. He knows that he's getting less money than the things he's selling are worth, but it's fine. It's not like he needs those things, and the sooner they get out of his possession, the better. "Deal."

"What about a gashat? Would you consider them more or less annoying than either a tuba or an accordion?"

"Pleasure doing business with you." All the stuff Taro brought in has already vanished behind the counter."

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004 - well shit

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Koujirou Genda ll OTA

Augustine Sycamore | Closed to Chikusa

Kiriya Kujo | OTA | Lazer's Pawn

John Miles/Jaune Arc | OTA

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