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Post by DataNinja on Mar 3, 2017 21:51:05 GMT
"Very well, give me a moment..." there's a short pause, followed by three lights popping up semi-close to one of the dots already there, probably representing the clinic. "I expanded the search area a small amount, just due to the variability in 'ten minutes walk', as well as removed all single occupant dwellings from the search. I presume that, based on typical human behaviour, you're likely going to want more than a single room to sleep in, and room in general. As for traffic, there's one fairly close to a major corridor, one in more of the back alleyways - but closer to the clinic, and then one sort of midways in between everything." The three dots flash in turn as he's describing each one. "Other than major corridors and junctions, there's really no traffic data."
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Post by Moriya on Mar 7, 2017 1:48:53 GMT
Silas looks at the three options Omega offers. His memories of the place tell him that the major corridor is the way to go. The district is safer than it used to be, so a well-traveled area probably won't have a major disturbance. Silas is about to mention this plan to the group when an idea strikes him. If the Promethean people could be trusted to do anything, not letting a visitor leave unscathed would be that thing. Perhaps they could use it somehow. With a bit of hesitation, he gives voice to his thoughts. "What if we take the back alley? Maybe use ourselves as bait."
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Post by Major on Mar 9, 2017 22:50:29 GMT
"Bait for what?" Soleil asked confused. They were trying to find a pokemon underground fighting ring, not a pokemon gang weren't they? Perhaps she had missed something in all the long talk of data, and traffic, and alleways, and clinics.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 9, 2017 23:40:43 GMT
Agreeing with the location they had picked out, Thoron explained, "The back alleys are notorious for being unregulated and unobserved. If any overconfident hooligans were to assume us easy marks, we would have no trouble subduing them... And who better to give us information on the District than the ones exploiting it?"
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Post by Gear Skitty on Mar 11, 2017 4:11:41 GMT
"Coooooool", Leslie smiles deviously. "Do I have permission to make a trap? I promise it'll be non-lethal."
She begins envisioning a Rube Goldberg-esque series of contraptions and gadgets to catch anyone walking down a small corridor. But where would she get a bed of nails, dishwasher safe medical grade polymers, and 60 feet of piping this quickly?
Thinking more on it, "orrr... mostly non-lethal. Children and individuals with medical conditions shouldn't get on the ride. Results may vary. Side effects may include but are not limited to; dry-mouth, dizziness, rashes, cramps, hearing loss, impotence, explosive diarrhea, implosive diarrhea, migraines, joint pain, enlarged earlobes, memory loss, a sense of ennui brought on by the realization that nothing in life will ever top this, and bad hair."
Her wide grin is juuuust a bit past her normal creeper status. She may be able to actually cause some of those. But which ones, and to whom? And do you even want to go down that hole?
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 11, 2017 4:47:09 GMT
"Traps are... permitted, yes," Omega says, "so long as they are non-lethal and non-structurally damaging."
"As for the dwelling, the keycard should be ready by the time you've packed up all your stuff. Just make sure to remember to pick it up before leaving. Wouldn't want to have to walk all the way back up here, now, would you?"
With that, you depart the HQ, making the long trek down to the Prometheus district. There's no particularly urgent rush, so, no elevators this time. Instead it's just long swathes of pushing through people, and traversing what starts to seem like endless corridors and stairwells.
Eventually, after what seems like forever, you make your way without incident to the grimy tunnels of the Promethean district. Alright, they aren't actually that much more grimy than the rest of the city, but it just manages to give off that vibe. The glances that everyone seems to be giving everyone else don't really help either. Nor do the... debatably credible shops. There just seems to be something off about everything.
Possibly part of the atmosphere is the proximity to the Under. Certainly, there are more people carrying improvised weapons that would at the very least get strong looks in the upper levels. Nothing Technician-level, mostly crude melee weapons, but there are one or two firearms that you can see in your traversal.
After slinking through the serpent's mouth, you make your way into the maze of alleys... quickly cutting the Corridorian Knot via the bracer's map. Opening the indicated door, you find yourself looking into a room.
And that's literally all it is. An empty room, no furniture. To the side, there's a small basic kitchen, and what looks to be a few open doors in the back leading to bedrooms and a bathroom... but, other than that, nothing. At least it's fairly clean. Only a thin layer of dust.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 11, 2017 21:56:09 GMT
"It seems as though this location has remained undisturbed for some time. Hopefully our arrival is met with... Curiosity, rather than cowardly suspicion. Leslie, you mentioned plans for a trap, of a reasonably sane variety? Is there anywhere you might prefer to set that up?"
It looked like, if nothing else, the back rooms had been similarly untouched, so there was no pressing need to survey them... Which left several options. "Now that we know about our accommodations, would it be prudent to check the nearby clinic, Silas? Or would you all prefer to wait for a time, perhaps to gauge the activity level of this alley?"
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Post by Moriya on Mar 12, 2017 4:51:05 GMT
Once he enters the house, Silas takes off his hat and rubs his hair around. The hat is neither comfortable nor his style, but it needs to be done, at least for his own peace of mind. Next, he sets down his gear and breathes deeply, recovering from the walk and tasting the stale, familiar, and unpleasant Promethean air. After doing so, Silas walks through the dwelling, half-expecting to find drugs or a corpse in one of the rooms. The apartment looks untouched, but that might just mean something has been left here for a while. After his examination is complete, Silas returns to the main room with the others and responds to Thoron.
"There shouldn't be a problem if we head over to the clinic. We should stay out of uniform for any trips over there. There's minimal benefit, and I don't want to bring any trouble there. Also, it'd draw attention we don't need yet." Having said this, Silas roots around in his backpack to grab some civilian clothes while waiting on the other's response.
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Post by Major on Mar 15, 2017 21:14:43 GMT
As she entered the house, Soleil looked around and unslung the long bag that hide her rifle from her back. "So are we changing and heading back out then?" She asked as she saw Silas rooting around in his backpack. As she leaned the rifle bag against the wall, she opened up the backpack with clothes and dug around for civilian clothes as well while waiting on Silas's response.
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Post by Moriya on Mar 15, 2017 22:21:23 GMT
Silas pauses in his digging to look up at Soleil. "Yeah, probably. Unless Leslie wants to set up some traps before we go."
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Post by Major on Mar 16, 2017 2:30:46 GMT
"Kk, I'll get changed then." Soleil said pulling some clothes out of her bag and setting them down before removing the technician jacket and letting it fall to the floor as it dropped from her shoulders. Then, surprisingly, Soleil reached up and removed her formal shirt, completely unphased before tossing it into the pile next to the jacket. After all, it was just for work so what was the big deal. The green haired woman's arms were covered in noticeable scars and burn marks as was her back if anyone was behind her. Once the shirt was removed, Soleil sat down to start removing her thigh-high boots.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 16, 2017 4:38:12 GMT
While he wasn't one to go with the flow, a more civilian disguise was the obvious choice for this mission (as the good doctor pointed out). That in mind, Thoron had begun browsing for the appropriate outfit. Until a certain series of suspicious somethings caught his eye.
Not only was he not very passive, Thoron didn't engage much in subtlety, either. Pausing in his pursuit of clothes, he let out a curious "Hmm?" and watched to see if his fellow Technician's scars extended further below, too. Perhaps not the most efficient path, but... But what? Well, it was surprising enough to give him pause now, better to prevent such shocks during a more sensitive situation?
Yes, that would do. That was justification enough to keep watching.
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Post by Gear Skitty on Mar 17, 2017 7:23:58 GMT
Leslie thinks for a moment, going over the alley and room in her head like a map. It shouldn't be too hard to rig a couple trip wire alarms, especially if Leggy can make silk thin enough. Wiring the door to work like her old one would be a piece of nutrient rich yet flavorless cake....
"Any trap that actually hooolds someone here long enough to find them if we're gone would take some work, but I should be able to shovel out a couple tripwires and set the door to shock someone who doesn't open it right. I could get creative with some webbing, but I'm not sure how long its potency will laaast just yet."
She follows the others' lead and swaps to disguise-y civvies. Cropped poncho over a sleeveless knee length dress over leggings with a pair of worn and drabby ankle boots. An outfit that doesn't make her wear sleeves BUT keeps her covered? Yes please. Not that sleeves are bad, mind you, they're just not the best thing when wiring batteries to large chunks of metal. Unless they're rubber. Leslie staaaares at anyone who looks at her while she changes. Gotta show dominance. Though, anyone who does look long enough would definitely notice her obscenely pale face becoming rather flushed during the ordeal.
"Sooooo, am I going along? Cause I'm not sure how smart it is setting traps while y'all are away only for you to walk into themm.... And clinic beds sound comfy.~"
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Post by Moriya on Mar 18, 2017 3:03:36 GMT
Once he's gathered his clothes, Silas stands up from his bag to see Soleil in the middle of changing. He pauses for a moment in surprise at Soleil's lack of modesty, which gives her time to start taking off her shirt, revealing her scarring and drawing another beat of hesitation out of Silas. Fortunately for his dignity, seeing the scars puts Silas's mind in a more clinical mode, stopping him from being... distracted. He heads to one of the empty rooms. Before he closes the door behind him, he looks back at Soleil and Leslie.
"You might be comfortable with that, but... I wouldn't say we know each other that well."
After he closes the door behind him, Silas closes his eyes and rubs the bridge of his nose. He may be a doctor, but he's no eunuch. Maria handled the female patients alone, save for abnormal cases. And speaking of 'abnormal', Soleil's scarring is certainly that. There are veteran enforcers for the Krakens with cleaner skin, though that may be a function of their skill. As he pulls on an old pair of cargo pants, Silas reviews the what he's seen in his most unstable teammate. Significant scarring, distrust of men, disliking binding. Probably long-term abuse, pretty severe too. Silas sighs as he slides his arm into the sleeve of a dark green button-down shirt. He heals bodies, not minds. That's a benefit and cost of being a no-prying-questions doctor. He slips his shoes back on, leaving his shirt unbuttoned and untucked to reveal a plain grey t-shirt underneath.
Once he's done changing, Silas joins the others in the main room and responds to Leslie's question as he re-organized supplies into his various pockets.
"Good point, maybe no traps yet. Could you rig up something small that would tell us if someone came in?"
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Post by Major on Mar 21, 2017 2:47:52 GMT
Soleil didn't seem to notice Thoron watching and she removed her boots as Leslie discussed traps and started changing on her own. Silas seemed to leave for some reason saying something about knowing each other and comfortable, which she didn't quite follow, but whatever. After her boots were removed, she took off the pants she was wearing leaving her in just a pair of black undies and showing similar scarring all over her lower legs, where the boots would normally cover. Once she was undressed she reached over and grabbed the regular clothes, slipping into a short mini-skirt before putting the boots back on. Then she slipped into a long-sleeved crop-top and adding a small green beret. She then stuffed the clothes she had removed back into her bag and stood up. "Alright, ready!" She said with a smile.
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Post by ThRevanchist on Mar 21, 2017 5:19:17 GMT
After the mystery of whether Soleil's legs were similarly adorned was solved, Thoron lost interest in the matter. It would no longer serve as a surprise, but there was nothing to act on now, so the only thing left was to move on. And... Resume his own changing. Perhaps it would have been more efficient to examine his teammate second, while choosing clothes of his own first...
Removing his Technician jacket, followed mechanically by his dress shirt, boots and then finally the matching dress pants, folding each in turn, Thoron then began layering back up. Starting with a set of plain grey denim pants, then pulling on a similarly bleak crew neck shirt, followed by a more useful sports jacket to replace the unavailable Technician one. The loss of such sturdy boots was slightly upsetting, too, but he made do with a pair of loafers in their stead.
The matter of disguises dealt with, Thoron answered Leslie, "A full-scale trap might present issue, but Silas is right, even something to warn us of intruders for when we return is sufficient for now. We can experiment with more effective, permanent obstacles once we have new data... Silas, would you prefer Peter serve as a guide for the moment, or will you be able to take us to the clinic from here?"
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Post by Gear Skitty on Mar 23, 2017 13:46:41 GMT
Leslie acknowledges the plan with guttural confirmation. Simplicity in execution had it's merits, but it's never as fun as inflicting paralysis and seizures on some snooper.
As the squad finishes prep and talking over plans, she pulls out some thin thread from somewhere on her person. The short length is further cut into two shorter inch long pieces. A plucked strand of hair is taken from her unruly locks to complete the set.
Once they leave, Leslie will be the last one out, closing the door on one of the thread pieces and her hair a little bit below it, at a height just below her mid-shin. Then she'll drape the other thread bit on the doorknob, balanced so that barring a good jostling that would rattle the wall, it won't fall off.
These precautions won't stop someone from entering if they wanted to, but they will be warnings and notifications if someone besides them open the door. The piece on the door handle would be rather obvious to anyone who uses it, but that's the point. A dumb intruder wouldn't bother thinking about it and a smart one would replace it to hide their intrusion. Her second piece of twine very likely won't be seen once the door is opened and it drops to the floor, but if it is, that too can be put back in place if the miscreant is intelligent. Using a piece of hair even lower than the door jam thread, that would fall to the ground and easily seen as detritus is the real Break In* notification.
*: Is it really 'Breaking In' if they don't own the place either? Such a question is best left to the sages and philosophers. Or internet commentors, they might know because they use BIG LETTERS and people who shout obviously know what's going on.
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Post by Moriya on Mar 24, 2017 23:04:12 GMT
Silas grabs his hat off of his bag and pulls it on as he answers Thoron's question. "I'll lead the way. The fastest route isn't always the best one here." As Leslie sets her layered entry detection system, Silas adjusts his hat, tucking any loose strands of hair under the edge.
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Post by DataNinja on Mar 25, 2017 3:22:33 GMT
After Leslie finishes setting up her warning system, Silas begins to guide the group through the corridors. He's beginning to get back to more familiar places, which is both a blessing and a curse... but, for now, it seems to be a blessing, as he manages to guide them, without incident to the clinic. Home sweet home. Or, close enough, at any rate. Entering, the immediate entrance seems to be taken up by a small reception area. There is a small conceit of open space - probably the largest one in the building - with a scattering of chairs where people can wait, if need be. Right now, there aren't any occupants in the chairs, but there is a fairly young man sitting behind a desk, making some notes in paperwork. He seems a little bit stressed out. There are a few voices drifting out from in back, but they're muffled, and you can't hear what's being said. Upon hearing the door, the young man looks up, looking a little bit relieved, "Oh, uh, hello. Can I help you with anything? Oh, er, if you're here to sign up for the medical courses, I'm afraid that Doctor Floros can't take any more students. Sorry." ȍȮȼȹȲȽȮǩȽȱȮǩȶȾȯȯȵȮȭȷȮȼȼǵǩɂȸȾǩȬȪȷǩȹȲȬȴǩȾȹǩȽȱȪȽǩȸȷȮǩȸȯǩȽȱȮǩȿȸȲȬȮȼǩȲȼǩȖȪȻȲȪǰȼǷǩȢȸȾǩȭȸȷǰȽǩȻȮȬȸȰȷȲɃȮǩȽȱȮǩȶȪȷǩȫȮȱȲȷȭǩȽȱȮǩȭȮȼȴǵǩȫȾȽǩɂȸȾǩȭȸǩȻȮȬȪȵȵǩȖȪȻȲȪǩȼȪɂȲȷȰǩȽȱȪȽǩȼȱȮǩɀȪȼǩȰȸȲȷȰǩȽȸǩȽȻɂǩȪȷȭǩȵȸȸȴǩȯȸȻǩȼȸȶȮȸȷȮǩȽȸǩȱȮȵȹǩȮȪȼȮǩȽȱȮǩɀȸȻȴȵȸȪȭǩȸȷȬȮǩɂȸȾǰȭǩȵȮȯȽǷØ
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Post by Moriya on Mar 25, 2017 5:04:32 GMT
As he walks in to the clinic, Silas can't help smiling. The district itself might be an unpleasant place, but this building feels safe. With the door is closed behind him, he takes off the hat and ruffles his hair, as there's no need to hide here. He nearly walks straight past the man at the desk out of habit but stops himself before actually doing so. There's no need to be rude to a new hire just because they hadn't met before.
Instead, Silas pauses at the desk with a grin."Not even if my name is Silas Floros?" He's speaking a bit louder than usual and half-directing his voice toward the conversation in the back. He's probably going to interrupt that conversation soon, so he should give a little indirect warning.
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