I'M YOUR ONLY FRIEND I'M NOT YOUR ONLY FRIEND [open sec log, hit it]

[jurisimpudent]

CHARACTERS: SEC members! People who want to talk to SEC members!
LOCATION: SEC office! The gym! Patrolling!
WARNINGS: None! Will edit as needed!
SUMMARY: Beep beep open log for the security log to mingle.
NOTES: Tag one of the starters or make your own. Beep beep!



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SETTING: SEC OFFICES

[jurisimpudent]

[ The SEC office is in a classy, sleek boardroom claimed and converted by your boss Tyke, along with a few other folks back in the day. Edgeworth tends to be the gatekeeper to the offices when he's on duty, so he's the first stop if you want to see Tyke - though he'll wave you through if you want to chat with other members of SEC.

The offices tend to be tidy, but not everything here is completely professional. There are some packs of cards. There are sometimes snacks. Every once in a while someone will sneak in a few space beers. ]

[jurisimpudent]

[ Edgeworth is here more often than he isn't. His default mode is working on taking notes, tidying, fussing, getting things in order, taking reports. But every once in a while, occasionally, he brings his dog in; he's deluded himself into thinking she's well-behaved, when truthfully she's a cheerful little hellion. On those days when Pess is here, he's noticeably more cheerful and relaxed, and can even sometimes be seen clucking at and playing with her. ]

[uncurse]

[ Emma swings by to write reports at the end of her patrols—usually short, quick, uninteresting. Today's no different. She grabs a chair, eyeing Edgeworth and his paperwork (which is really more like computer work around here, but same difference). ]

... How bad is it?

[ He's the one in charge of keeping track of the department's resources, right? And the bodies they have to distribute. ]

[jurisimpudent]

[ His nod to her is respectful. He doesn't know Swan well, but he does know enough of her to respect her: she's intelligent, professional, and rarely wastes time with nonsense. And so his answer to her, likewise, is respectful, and it is honest. ]

It is...not good. If we don't gain more recruits soon...

[ A frustrated shake of his head. ]

I'm going to recommend to Tyke that we simply close off floors. But that will require considerable cooperation from the passengers, which I'm not certain we'll get.

[uncurse]

And it'll tip off the uncooperative ones with where to start problems.

[ Sigh. There's no right answer here, she knows, and it's not like that's a problem Edgeworth hasn't already considered. She scrubs a hand over her face. ]

I've been trying to recruit who I can. Any chance you've heard from Robin yet? [ A beat. God this is physically painful for her, but who knows if she needs to clarify. There's a slight eyeroll as she furthers, ] Robin Hood.

[striking]

[ katniss is only planning to head on through to check the place out — she's only just been assessed, and she's still not sure what she's got herself into. and she wouldn't give edgeworth more than a casual nod, but — it's that dog again. ]

[ katniss doesn't really understand dogs. they're so trusting, eager to love. it comes to buss up against her legs and she never quite makes it to the next room, squatting down to scruff pess's fur, a small smile making its way onto her lips as the dog mouths carefully at her hand. ]

[jurisimpudent]

[ Edgeworth in the middle of getting a cup of tea when he hears some movement behind him. He turns and sees Ms. Everdeen crouched over as Pess looks up at her. Pess can occasionally be perhaps a bit pushy, a little presumptuous, and so he opens his mouth to scold her - but then he sees Ms. Everdeen smiling, and his mouth closes again.

He waits a moment, then walks over. ]

It...seems that she quite likes you.

[striking]

[ katniss glances up at him: she's a little wary, not of edgeworth himself, but in this position, with her crouched and him above her, she's vulnerable, and that brings back unpleasant memories. she shifts her weight, but pess noses at her hand and she doesn't stand. ]

I've never seen a dog like this before.

[starbuckslord]

[ Peter isn't always known for being the type to buddy up to the types in charge, but he figures this is a new place and a tenser situation. He also appreciates the importance of security, so having a healthy relationship with the people you're working with on protecting everyone else? Kind of important. He also happens to be the type to sneak in a beer or two, though he's brazen enough to do less on the sneak and just carry them in like nothing.

He pauses, though, at the sight of Edgeworth playing with his dog. It's not something he expected, but it gets a grin out of him. ]

Didn't think people brought animals with them here.

[jurisimpudent]

Ah -

[ Edgeworth straightens up. Immediately, he switches from casual enjoying-the-presence-of-his-dog mode into stiff formality, greeting the man and acknowledging his words with a bow. He looks a touch on the ridiculous side. ]

Forgive me. If she bothers you, I can make adjustments at once.

ota.

[lostsoldier]

[ Passenger 025 » 132 "Jack Davis" is not an unusual sight in the SEC offices. A compact but well-built figure in standard issue black jump suit and one glove, the gentle wrr of his metal arm bending beneath the sleeve and short-shorn hair, he cuts a certain silhouette. Since his attack on Medical before Jump 30 and his brig stay straight though to Jump 31, he'd gotten a good look at most of SEC's roster at the time, if only by examining them each for weaknesses through the bars of his cell in unnatural stillness.

His presence in the offices is less predatory nowadays, or at least he's gotten better at hiding it, a casual regularity since he'd started making his daily check-ins with Tyke. Lately, gradually, the frequency of those mandatory visits has decreased, but he still shows up like clockwork.

Which, of course, doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally have to wait. And watch.

–Or play solitaire, when Tyke's busy enough, because maybe even brainwashed assassins get bored. (Or maybe he just likes the illusion of normalcy, whichever. At least he's not armed.) ]

[overdraws]

[ Allison's only there to get a feel for the place and to check it out. Her assessment went fine, and she'd joined without incident. She'd never really had a job before, let alone one with headquarters, unless you counted the family she'd babysit for when she was fourteen in Portland the few months they were there. This was nothing like babysitting, though.

It was, at least, familiar. Keeping an eye on things, patrolling. It was a routine, and one she was going to welcome with open arms.

She's not expecting the imposing figure sitting in the offices by himself playing a card game, and she starts at the door, unsure if she should enter or not. After a moment, though, the necessity of learning about the place where she now, in a word, works, wins her over and she enters, moving through the room with confidence she doesn't really have. She stops when she nears his table, and hesitates before speaking. ] Red jack, black queen.

[ It's only after she says it that she catches herself, and Allison flushes a little in embarrassment. ] Sorry. [ She says, moving on. ]

so so sorry for the delay

[lostsoldier]

[ A quick exhale responds, like there's something distantly funny in her apology — or in the thought of anyone apologizing to him, even if he knows it's just a formality. (He understands social graces the way mechanics know their valves, but that doesn't excuse them from irony.) ]

I don't mind. [ He does, in fact, move red jack to black queen, before he looks up at her, disguising a once-over as shy hesitation, but the hint of friendliness in his countenance is just this side of genuine. ]

You're new.

[striking]

[ she's only just joined security, so this is her first encounter with bucky, but the metal arm isn't what catches her attention. prosthetics, even excellent ones, aren't so unusual in panem after all. but the cards: that, she stops for, watching them upside-down as though she's trying to puzzle out what he's doing. somewhere between regular us of a and the seventy-fifth hunger games, this has become a lost tradition — even in the simple district twelve, dystopic futures just don't have time for card games. ]

[ eventually she works out that he's stacking the numbers together in order, but the rules are escaping her. she steps closer. ]

Can you only move one card at a time?

sorry this is so late!

[lostsoldier]

[ She’s watching him and he’s not watching her, but he’s paying attention all the same, to the fact that she’s watching, and that she doesn’t approach right away — maybe shy, maybe cautious. The thumb of his ungloved hand traces the edge of his next card like it’s some small reassurance before he places it in position. ]

You can move a stack if the number on bottom is one number below the card you’re moving it to, and a different color. Otherwise, just the top card.

[ He looks up from the game, mild but not unfriendly. Assessing. The corner of his lips quirks just a stitch. ]

They don’t have solitaire where you’re from?

SETTING: GYM

[jurisimpudent]

[ There's training equipment; there's a track; and there are your fellow SEC members, ready and willing to spar against you to keep you in shape. ]

[striking]

[ katniss finishes looping the track again and comes to a breathless stop, bending to put her hands on her knees and pant. her restless hair has come loose of much of its pinned back braid, and sticks to her sweaty olive skin in wisps. everything hurts. ]

[ it's not that she's unfit — far from it, the last three weeks trying desperately to prove herself to coin had come on top of years of hard labor. but she's been running all day, stopping only to refill her water bottle or massage a cramp, endless loops of the track circuit because it's easier than thinking. ]

[debts]

[ Guess who's noticed.

It's more offering than gesture. Natasha holds out a water bottle neck-first, brow quirking in a silent way that definitely is gesture. Her hands are bound by old fabric, recycled from a shirt maybe, her hair matted at the temples. ]

Hey.

[striking]

[ katniss takes the water gratefully, doesn't respond until she's drunk from it, though she stops herself from really downing it the way that she wants to. too much water after running like she has been, and she'll be sick. she tapers off into sips, eying natasha, a little stiffly but not warily. ]

Hello.

SETTING: ON PATROL

[jurisimpudent]

[ It's an important part of SEC duty: patrolling! Maybe you're strolling around with your partner, or maybe you're a regular passenger chatting with a SEC person on patrol. Who knows! You know. ]

[northerner]

[ robb doesn't often patrol alone, but since jon left, he's been without regular partner. or regular human partner at least. grey wind accompanies robb as he walks the hallways. he's meant to use a gun, has trained with guns, but robb carries his sword habitually and rests a hand on the hilt as he walks.

there's nothing especially guarded in his expression. grey wind is at ease, and therefore so is robb. strike up a conversation, yo, he's up for it. ]

[coldhardy]

[The man is young, probably somewhere around her own age, and he carries a sword that isn't much like what she's accustomed to seeing in regular use. Men at home still carry swords, but mostly slender fencing blades, almost always ceremonial. This one looks more purposeful. Any sword is dangerous in the right hands, if it has an edge, but the difference she perceives is similar to the one between a rifle and a cannon.

The huge, handsome animal that walks beside him seems calm, if not totally friendly.

Elsa's dress today is blue and shimmering, and her pale hair is in a braid that trails down the center of her back nearly to her waist. She pauses after she turns into the corridor, keeping a distance of about several yards -- she's not nervous yet. These animals have been around the ship as long as she has, they're as drenched with fluid as anyone else after a jump, and they seem well-trained and reasonably obedient. She smiles and says,]

What's his name?

[If it's that large, it must be male... mustn't it?]

[northerner]

[ it's always something, when people don't startle or flinch away from the direwolves. robb appreciates that, takes note of it, on the off chance he ever need seek allies. his expression is warm, hand moving from the hilt of his sword to grey wind's shoulder. ]

I've called him Grey Wind since he was a pup.

[ since he'd first lifted the pup from his mother's corpse, and the direwolf had never left his side. ]

You needn't fear him, though I don't think you need to be told such.

[consequence]

[Truthfully, it's smart for her to meet other members of SEC. With everyone from her world gone and her current state being that of currently pregnant, having people that she can rely on if anyone dangerous from her world shows up would be good. Being recently the target of a hexed object makes a girl a bit wary.

Immediately, Hayley spots Grey Wind. She's seen the Direwolves around, had one of them rudely take her seat, but that doesn't mean she doesn't like seeing them.]

He's beautiful. [The wolf. Obviously.]

[northerner]

[ grey wind huffs, steps forward before a soft noise from robb brings him circling back. there's nothing apprehensive in her tone or her body language, but there's something tense in grey wind's posture, and robb takes no risks. ]

You flatter him. [ amused, robb reaching to rub his hand along grey wind's back, looking from her to his direwolf. ] Have you seen direwolves before?

[ which is more or less a query about whether she's met his brother or sister tbh. ]