Plant-Nanite Interaction - Failure - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
11/9/2016
Log
Waiting patiently at the newsstand for agents to respond to the call that has been put out, a dark-furred feline woman - housecat-based - stands at attention. Dressed in an immaculate business outfit that bears not a single hint of stray fur or damage, she quietly sharpens her claws with a nail file, biding her time. There is a subtle hint of impatience to her mannerisms, from briskness of motion to a constant twitching of her tailtip, as if this were well outside her standard duties and she simply wanted to get it over with.
Anderson shuffles into the newsroom. His orders from command were to assist Zephyr in their operation to reclaim the plant lab and report whatever was found. Despite his self-doubts, the demolitions tech was sent as the only represenitive for the group. /r The Latex Snow Leopard swallows his doubts and approaches the cat woman. He straightens up and says, "Agent Anderson. RSX. Uh... i-is this briefing locale?"
A pint-sized pink pegasus zips into the room, propelled by her equally tiny wings. She hovers in place a bit before spotting the two cats by the newstand, darting her way over and coming to an abrupt halt in front of them. "Hiya! Is this where the party's starting?" she chirps with a bright smile.
Fenris trots happily over to the newsstand, stuffing a barista's uniform into his bag in favor of the upper half of a police uniform he currently wears. A badge marked "SGT. CHUBBS" is pinned proudly on his chest. "This is where we're meeting for the plant stuff, yeah?" he asks, a cheery smile on his face and a sword and spear of all things crossed over his back.
Astara's prescence is once again made audially obvious, her hooves clopping on the floor as she slowly walks, and her natural-made clothing of vines, leaves, and flower petals rustling softly with her movement. She looks around, seeing others starting to arrive right when she does, and follows them to the denoted place of meeting. She smiles, and wraps an arm around Fenris and pats him on the back in a friendly manner: "Ah, hello again, Fenris! This should be the place."
Arris walks into the newsstand, a polished bolt-action rifle slung over hir right shoulder. A book is tucked under hir left arm, and a plastic bottle of ginger ale is held in hir right arm. Sie glances around the room before spotting the group of people crowding around, then walking over to them. Tapping the latex snow leopard on the shoulder lightly, sie gives him a friendly smile before asking, "Hey, is this where the mission to that laboratory place starts?"
Sroath Walks into the room and puts his back to a wall. With a nod to those already standing around he takes a well practised stance, the one ingrained from his time as a bodyguard. "Sroath, reporting."
Zophah walks in behind Arris, sporting her usual bikini and filled lab coat. Unlike the last mission, this time a compund cam bow is slung over one shoulder. Answering Arris's question for her, Zophah says: "This is the place the notice said." Turning back to Aaron Zophah adds: "Promethian scientist ready for duty. I brought notebooks for research."
Gazing out at the gathered agents, the woman draws in a deep breath. "Very good." she states in a firm, crisp tone that bears no interruption. "Everyone is here for the advertised mission, I trust? Good." She doesn't even wait for a reply before continuing. Eyeing Anderson when he self-identifies as an RSX employee, she utters a faint sigh - hopefully, the others will be able to keep an eye on him. "Let's make this quick. Hydroponics lab, near the Rolling Hills. Your job is to infiltrate the place, try to recover whatever research and equipment you can, and report on the state of the place. Engage ferals as needed. Any questions?" Based on her expression, she's /really/ hoping no one has any questions.
Anderson turns to see the precession of people entering. He recognized a few of them, to his relief. As much as he wanted to greet them, he needed to do his job. The leopard shakes his head in silent response to the official giving the breifing. "We'll... We'll bring back wh-what looks useable, m-madam..." he mumbles.
Firecracker lands on the tanuki's head near her before raising one forehoof with enthusiasm and saying, "Oh me! Me! What's everyone's names? Cause I like to know names and my name is Firecracker, I think, and if we're gunna be a party we should all know each other's names!"
Fenris bounces on his toes, waving his hand in the air. "Oh! Oh! Question!" he calls out, "Can we get a ride from Mike? That in the budget? Or do we have to walk?" Rolling hills is an awful long way to jog AND do the Z's dirty work. "And will there be snacks after?" He seems happy enough to let the tiny pony rest on his head. "Hello, Firecracker," he says, "My badge says Sergeant Chubbs."
Astara nods and remarks "Yup!" in response to the feline's briefing, and similarly shakes her head when she asks for questions. "I can't think of any, to be honest. Have anything you can say about the place ahead of time that might be useful, or are we going in blind?" She can't help but to roll her eyes at Fenris and his continued use of false nametags. "I'm Astara. And THAT..." she points to the jubilant 'nuki, "...is Fenris. So I guess his full name is Sergant Fenris Chubbs?" Astara gives him a shit-eating grin and another playful slap across the back.
Arris takes a sip of ginger ale, nodding back at Zophah. "Yeah, was just checking to make sure." Sie fidgets with the cap of the bottle a little as the Zephyr official briefs the group on the mission information, but otherwise pays close attention. When she finishes, sie looks like sie is about to ask a question, but decides otherwise. Arris then looks around with a bit of worry at the other people asking questions about the mission, glancing back at the feline woman periodically to gauge her mood.
Sroath shakes his head and pointedly looks toward the door, expressing wordlessly his desire to begin the job.
Zophah checks her gear again, and finding everything as needed she just gives a 'thumbs up' to the Zephyr offical, signaling her readiness. She then looks over the other people gathered here, answering "I'm Zophah." to Firecracker while pointing to the nametag on her lab coat.
The cat-woman sighs wearily when people start speaking up, and rubs her temples. "What? No questions? I'm delighted to hear it." she states, making her way back toward the lobby. After a moment's thought, she pauses, her back still to the group as she explains, "Mike is preoccupied, agents are expected to supply their own provisions, and you can introduce each other on the way there." Another long moment passes, and she adds, "If any of you happen upon any plants called 'Nepeta cataria', I'll pay handsomely for them if you can bring them back to me unharmed." With that, she's out of sight, unless someone stops her.
Anderson blurts, "Wait!" He darts forward and tries getting the woman's attention again, tapping her shoulder. "Wh-what's the plant look like, and why do you want it?" he asks with a small feeling of dread sprouting.
