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| − | <div></div> | + | <div></div><br> <br>Waiting at Zephyr's doorstep is what might appear to be a familiar-looking bunny, depending on your interactions in the Lobby in general. She looks like she's dressed in casual attire, the sorts of clothing she won't mind losing if it comes to that, but it doesn't look like she intends to engage in any naughtiness. Rather, she's surrounded by...cans of...paint, with brushes? And hammers? Weird. Maybe she's the one who sent the comm message. |
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| + | For the moment, she seems to be waiting for someone, or possibly someONES. Somes-one. However that's said.<br> <br>Rune made his way through the darkness in a mixture of some old black jeans that he had ready for work. A simple long sleeved black t-shirt adorned his upper body, obviously worn with a bit of age to it. Though with the mention of being good with his hands, he'd brought up some clawless leather gloves for the moment, keeping his nanopack across his shoulders as he headed out from the lobby. A quick check of his comm left him confirming the location before he'd look around. "Looks like this is the right spot." Though upon seeing the familiar-looking bunny he'd blink. "Hey Aaron... Been a long while, good to see you doing well. I see we need... Finesse?"<br> <br>Skylar steps out of the lobby, the very pregnant dragoness trying to zip up her jacket with one hand and failing, she sighs, her other hand holding an enormous cup of coffee in her hand. She then looks up and down at Aaron and Rune blinking. "Uh, Aaron? What..the hell?" She asks slightly confused with the late night message.<br> <br>Sami knew she was just right for this kind of mission. The voice on the speaker box thing had specifically asked for anyone that was good with their hands! What luck; it wasn't every day that she could get paid doing something she might otherwise do for free. She hustled over to the entrance of the Zephyr lobby with a light metal jingle of her collar in each step of her otherwise naked form, noting that several figures had already arrived.<br> <br>A call for agents just before midnight on a calm winter night with weather just a few degrees above freezing... with a situation like that Ebreus couldn't help but take it seeing as he'd be visiting Z tomorrow if he didn't anyway. Whatever had to be done in the den of night was sure to be interesting. | ||
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| + | Ebreus flew out to the tower and on the aproach glided down to the street to see the gathering of other agents who could stand the cold and the late hour enough to see why a call had gone out. He lands into a light jog bringing him to a stop close to the group. He wares a white shirt and brown vest above black slacks as he looks over the supplies and gathered Agents. "Hey Rune... and Aaron, right?" he says trying to place those whom he recognized. "What's going on?" he asks.<br> <br>Niles approaches down the street in an all-black attire; shirt, jacket, pants, and beanie, all heavy enough to stand against the cold and stained slightly in a myriad of colors. His hands are in his pockets and his tail sways gently as he walks up to the crowd of strangers. "So..." He says with a grin, his eyes running over each individual appreciatively, "Is this where the thing is?" His eyebrow lifts as he sees the paint and things on the ground. "What's all this junk?"<br> <br>Aaron seems cheered by the sight of several faces - some familiar, some new - showing up to her call. Rising to her feet, she points to Skylar. "That's a very good question." she answers, her tone serious as she begins to pace back and forth. "Some of you may be aware of the Town Hall meeting I've called one week from today, regarding the creation of a government independent of corporate interests. This... | ||
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| + | ...has nothing to do with that." With that, a bucket of paint is hoisted in each hand. "The streets are clear enough, but they still look like somebody went at them with a hundred years of yuck." she explains, tail twitching merrily as she speaks. "So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to help me fix things up out there. Paint fire lanes. Paint lane indicators. Medians. Make note of damaged street signs, and where you can, fix them. Make this look like a city again." Each hand offers a roller and bucket of paint, one to Rune, the other to Sami. "It's tough work, but I know we can do it, especially without the hot Californian sun coming down on us. You in?" There seem to be more than enough supplies to go around for all present, if they agree.<br> <br>Rune blinked incredulously at that the point before that merry wriggle of her hips left him admiring the point. "That I can work on. Lane indicators... Damaged street signs... That I can repair. I assume you have some maps to help where fun-loving deviants decided they would take on a few different street signs and switch things to where they don't belong?" That said, he'd take up four buckets on each arm, serving to extend for the proper road signals to the group, Walking paint stand!<br> <br>Skylar chugs her coffee and places the cup on the floor before finally zipping up her jacket to protect her from the cold. She blinks at all the other agents. All looking ready to throw down. Only for it to be...maintenance work. She snickers. And nods at Aaron. "Yeah, I can take care of that...since it's dark, it also our chance to see where streetlighting is more needed." She pats her currently heavyset figure. "I was working on the updated maps for parcel service, so, I think I should take care of the more uh, communication and scouting aspects of this noble mission. And...I also hope Aaron has the newer version of those maps, since mine is on my comm unit." She then picks her empty coffee cup...can't be dirtying the streets while cleaning them! Rune get smiled at. "Leave some paint for the others!" She calls out in a playful tone. <br> <br>The Husky's head tilted, her fluffy form making an adorable image as she is handed painting supplies, the dog's slim form tilting slightly to the side as the weight of the paint can causes her to lean. "P-Paint? I... what?" It takes a few moments of neurons firing away before the canine's nanite addled mind seems to connect with what's been said. Pant... paint... painting... "OH. Ooohhhhhhhh." The husky's eager body seemed to all at once down-shift, ears drooping, curled tail lowering... she really misunderstood what this was about. Poor thing. "I UH... YEAH. PANTING. I LOVE IT. Leave it to me, totally got this." she says.<br> <br>Ebreus raises an eyebrow as Aaron explains that the job is replicating preP-Day roadmarkings now that there is enough decently layed blacktop that it's even possible to do that. "So replicating old-world roadmarkings. It's an interesting idea, might make reintroducing the use of cars or at least carts to general use easier down the road... no pun intended." he says, grinning. He looks down, and then up, the road before returning his attention back to Aaron, "I'm pretty sure I could fix even thuroughly vandalized street signs." he states. | ||
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Waiting at Zephyr's doorstep is what might appear to be a familiar-looking bunny, depending on your interactions in the Lobby in general. She looks like she's dressed in casual attire, the sorts of clothing she won't mind losing if it comes to that, but it doesn't look like she intends to engage in any naughtiness. Rather, she's surrounded by...cans of...paint, with brushes? And hammers? Weird. Maybe she's the one who sent the comm message.
For the moment, she seems to be waiting for someone, or possibly someONES. Somes-one. However that's said.
Rune made his way through the darkness in a mixture of some old black jeans that he had ready for work. A simple long sleeved black t-shirt adorned his upper body, obviously worn with a bit of age to it. Though with the mention of being good with his hands, he'd brought up some clawless leather gloves for the moment, keeping his nanopack across his shoulders as he headed out from the lobby. A quick check of his comm left him confirming the location before he'd look around. "Looks like this is the right spot." Though upon seeing the familiar-looking bunny he'd blink. "Hey Aaron... Been a long while, good to see you doing well. I see we need... Finesse?"
Skylar steps out of the lobby, the very pregnant dragoness trying to zip up her jacket with one hand and failing, she sighs, her other hand holding an enormous cup of coffee in her hand. She then looks up and down at Aaron and Rune blinking. "Uh, Aaron? What..the hell?" She asks slightly confused with the late night message.
Sami knew she was just right for this kind of mission. The voice on the speaker box thing had specifically asked for anyone that was good with their hands! What luck; it wasn't every day that she could get paid doing something she might otherwise do for free. She hustled over to the entrance of the Zephyr lobby with a light metal jingle of her collar in each step of her otherwise naked form, noting that several figures had already arrived.
A call for agents just before midnight on a calm winter night with weather just a few degrees above freezing... with a situation like that Ebreus couldn't help but take it seeing as he'd be visiting Z tomorrow if he didn't anyway. Whatever had to be done in the den of night was sure to be interesting.
Ebreus flew out to the tower and on the aproach glided down to the street to see the gathering of other agents who could stand the cold and the late hour enough to see why a call had gone out. He lands into a light jog bringing him to a stop close to the group. He wares a white shirt and brown vest above black slacks as he looks over the supplies and gathered Agents. "Hey Rune... and Aaron, right?" he says trying to place those whom he recognized. "What's going on?" he asks.
Niles approaches down the street in an all-black attire; shirt, jacket, pants, and beanie, all heavy enough to stand against the cold and stained slightly in a myriad of colors. His hands are in his pockets and his tail sways gently as he walks up to the crowd of strangers. "So..." He says with a grin, his eyes running over each individual appreciatively, "Is this where the thing is?" His eyebrow lifts as he sees the paint and things on the ground. "What's all this junk?"
Aaron seems cheered by the sight of several faces - some familiar, some new - showing up to her call. Rising to her feet, she points to Skylar. "That's a very good question." she answers, her tone serious as she begins to pace back and forth. "Some of you may be aware of the Town Hall meeting I've called one week from today, regarding the creation of a government independent of corporate interests. This...
...has nothing to do with that." With that, a bucket of paint is hoisted in each hand. "The streets are clear enough, but they still look like somebody went at them with a hundred years of yuck." she explains, tail twitching merrily as she speaks. "So your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to help me fix things up out there. Paint fire lanes. Paint lane indicators. Medians. Make note of damaged street signs, and where you can, fix them. Make this look like a city again." Each hand offers a roller and bucket of paint, one to Rune, the other to Sami. "It's tough work, but I know we can do it, especially without the hot Californian sun coming down on us. You in?" There seem to be more than enough supplies to go around for all present, if they agree.
Rune blinked incredulously at that the point before that merry wriggle of her hips left him admiring the point. "That I can work on. Lane indicators... Damaged street signs... That I can repair. I assume you have some maps to help where fun-loving deviants decided they would take on a few different street signs and switch things to where they don't belong?" That said, he'd take up four buckets on each arm, serving to extend for the proper road signals to the group, Walking paint stand!
Skylar chugs her coffee and places the cup on the floor before finally zipping up her jacket to protect her from the cold. She blinks at all the other agents. All looking ready to throw down. Only for it to be...maintenance work. She snickers. And nods at Aaron. "Yeah, I can take care of that...since it's dark, it also our chance to see where streetlighting is more needed." She pats her currently heavyset figure. "I was working on the updated maps for parcel service, so, I think I should take care of the more uh, communication and scouting aspects of this noble mission. And...I also hope Aaron has the newer version of those maps, since mine is on my comm unit." She then picks her empty coffee cup...can't be dirtying the streets while cleaning them! Rune get smiled at. "Leave some paint for the others!" She calls out in a playful tone.
The Husky's head tilted, her fluffy form making an adorable image as she is handed painting supplies, the dog's slim form tilting slightly to the side as the weight of the paint can causes her to lean. "P-Paint? I... what?" It takes a few moments of neurons firing away before the canine's nanite addled mind seems to connect with what's been said. Pant... paint... painting... "OH. Ooohhhhhhhh." The husky's eager body seemed to all at once down-shift, ears drooping, curled tail lowering... she really misunderstood what this was about. Poor thing. "I UH... YEAH. PANTING. I LOVE IT. Leave it to me, totally got this." she says.
Ebreus raises an eyebrow as Aaron explains that the job is replicating preP-Day roadmarkings now that there is enough decently layed blacktop that it's even possible to do that. "So replicating old-world roadmarkings. It's an interesting idea, might make reintroducing the use of cars or at least carts to general use easier down the road... no pun intended." he says, grinning. He looks down, and then up, the road before returning his attention back to Aaron, "I'm pretty sure I could fix even thuroughly vandalized street signs." he states.
