[The oppressive heat is only really exacerbated by the crowd. Stopped in gaggles and lines of Company security checks. He stops at the far edge of the mess before backstepping, hands in pockets, and ducking quietly down an alleyway instead. Surely, he's not trying to dodge the authorities. That would be illegal. (But hey, maybe you're looking for a good way around them, too.)]
B. hangar.
[Both before and after the rains seem to be popular times to be getting off-planet. Hopping into this particular hangar finds it occupied. Maybe you're trying to escape the heat for a little while. Maybe you're just here to be nosy. Maybe you're on your way to or from running around re: the Black Warrant, or looking for a ride up to Leith to track down some militants (and escape Jack's dad-music playlist in the process. You're welcome. No promises that the company will be much better, if you can manage to invite yourself over, but at least you won't be rolling with the oldies.)
Or maybe you're just passing through and some asshole almost drops a scifi wrench on your head. It clatters down to the floor in front of you (or...actually on top of you. you'll be fine, probably.) Looking upward to find the source finds the asshole in question perched on the wing of a ship with a panel open in front of him. He's no mechanic but he's clearly confident enough to be replacing some kind of worn out servo with a newer one.]
Whups.
[That's the least apologetic "whups" in the star system. He's not even looking down, too busy concentrating on what he's doing.]
Be a sport and toss that back up here, I'm going for the record score on Operation and I still need the funny bone.
[What is he even talking about. He's distracted, and the reference is there and gone before he can think too deeply on it.]
[Jason's a city boy at heart—the green fields and cutesy rustic architecture of Leith aren't really his kind of terrain. After days of tracking down the militants, that's where they find them. There's a lot of security circling the compound. Getting close might be a problem. But they've got a decent level of manpower split up around the perimeter, and nothing breaks through a problem like a little excessive force.
C. Assuming they're split off in twos for the sake of rp, they're behind some convenient decorative leafy cover at a far exit, two Leithan guards standing at the door, several more moving past in perimeter scouting formation.
Somewhere on the other end of the building, an alarm goes off.]
Sounds like our cue.
these are rather generic so WILDCARD ME for any or all of these times and places or anything else. alternately, give me a few prefs or times/places where your character might be and I'll wildcard you instead, yolo. Closed prompts incoming soon.
Jason Todd | open & closed.
A. around.
[The oppressive heat is only really exacerbated by the crowd. Stopped in gaggles and lines of Company security checks. He stops at the far edge of the mess before backstepping, hands in pockets, and ducking quietly down an alleyway instead. Surely, he's not trying to dodge the authorities. That would be illegal. (But hey, maybe you're looking for a good way around them, too.)]
B. hangar.
[Both before and after the rains seem to be popular times to be getting off-planet. Hopping into this particular hangar finds it occupied. Maybe you're trying to escape the heat for a little while. Maybe you're just here to be nosy. Maybe you're on your way to or from running around re: the Black Warrant, or looking for a ride up to Leith to track down some militants (and escape Jack's dad-music playlist in the process. You're welcome. No promises that the company will be much better, if you can manage to invite yourself over, but at least you won't be rolling with the oldies.)
Or maybe you're just passing through and some asshole almost drops a scifi wrench on your head. It clatters down to the floor in front of you (or...actually on top of you. you'll be fine, probably.) Looking upward to find the source finds the asshole in question perched on the wing of a ship with a panel open in front of him. He's no mechanic but he's clearly confident enough to be replacing some kind of worn out servo with a newer one.]
Whups.
[That's the least apologetic "whups" in the star system. He's not even looking down, too busy concentrating on what he's doing.]
Be a sport and toss that back up here, I'm going for the record score on Operation and I still need the funny bone.
[What is he even talking about. He's distracted, and the reference is there and gone before he can think too deeply on it.]
LEITH. JACK'S TRUE LETHIAN WARRANT, I'm too lazy for multiple toplevels.
[Jason's a city boy at heart—the green fields and cutesy rustic architecture of Leith aren't really his kind of terrain. After days of tracking down the militants, that's where they find them. There's a lot of security circling the compound. Getting close might be a problem. But they've got a decent level of manpower split up around the perimeter, and nothing breaks through a problem like a little excessive force.
C. Assuming they're split off in twos for the sake of rp, they're behind some convenient decorative leafy cover at a far exit, two Leithan guards standing at the door, several more moving past in perimeter scouting formation.
Somewhere on the other end of the building, an alarm goes off.]
Sounds like our cue.
these are rather generic so WILDCARD ME for any or all of these times and places or anything else. alternately, give me a few prefs or times/places where your character might be and I'll wildcard you instead, yolo. Closed prompts incoming soon.