San Diego Act II.A - Diplomatic Mission Briefing - RPLOG
From Flexible Survival
Participants
Date
12/2/2016
Log
As the lucky Agents who were selected and screened for this new mission enter, seeing the images and materials prepared gives one a clue that this mission is going to be a fair distance from Fairhaven. Angus, being the only one who was part of the previous mission to San Diego, knows all too well. Standing at a podium that was brought in, a rabbit-lady looks about as nervous giving this briefing, a far cry difference from her normal demeaneur handling Agents in the Reception area of the Zephyr lobby.
Menil pokes head in through the double doors, getting stuck in short order. Ooof. She grunts a bit as she tucks her wings in and pushes a little more, eventually popping into the room completely. She scoots over to a empty spot in the podium, nudging a few of the chairs away before sitting down on her haunches. She seems to already be in full armor, strapped carefully to her body and scruffed up from frequent use.
Angus had taken his seat right at the front, lounging in the chair with his arms resting atop the backrests of the others! It was an intresting time getting through the screening, his smirk growing as it seems he will finally get a chance to get back at those marines for what they did last time he was down there. Stripping him down to his underwear was one thing, but stealing a coyotes smokes right under his nose? Now that's one thing he couldn't ignore.
Shirai makes her way in, muttering something about old technology and comm units in the process. "Mission to San Diego, wasn't it?" She asks in something of a dry monotone, looking around the room for a moment before taking a free seat by the one familiar face in the room. "Looks like they're not too comfortable with this mission. Angus, good to see you. Been a while." She greets, a hand gesturing to the rabbit as she sits down. Not another word is spoken as she awaits the briefing.
Phosphorus enters into the room like an actual, normal person, doing none of this muttering or head-poking stuff in the process. She makes her way quietly over to one of the seats in the front row, and takes a seat, shuffling a few items out of the way she can actually sit down, turning her head to glance at the other agents in the room, taking note of their faces, then turning back forwards to pay attention to the lapine conducting the briefing. All seems good, so far.
Forkbomb does not look like he's having a good day. The human, in fact, looks like he's two shakes from a panic attack, and like he is very unsure how this is supposed to go, as evidenced by the fact that he brought his two guns, plenty of ammunition for them, and little other than a hoodie that glows a little for actual protection. Okay, okay. This is just going to be a briefing for a hack or some social engineering. They wouldn't bring you in for anything else, right? He scans the room, carefully, before having a sit down. serious m. Is this the mission briefing for the outside bubble excursion? This, uh. Might be my first time out of the bubble in a while.sow theatrical
Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with Buzamu up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.
Sensuen walks into the room and sees Angus, the somewhat familiar coyote, and Buzamu, the very familiar shadow dragoness. Forkbomb and Menil are also present, judging by their scent in case Sen doesn't recognize the form they're in. Sen then turns her gaze to the panda, familiar to her as she is, Sen's seen Phosphorus around the lobby a few times. Sen doesn't wave to anyone as this looks like a briefing room, with a rabbit up front and leading the show. Sen takes a seat next to the somewhat familiar Phosphorus in the front row, as wordlessly as when she walked into the room and listens to the briefing.
The rabbit woman nods to those present, and gives a twitchy smile. "H-h-hello everyone. It's a p-p-pleasure to meet all of you. T-t-thank you for dealing with the screening process we used for this mission. Our p-p-previous mission to San Diego wasn't as, stringent, and... we had troubles." She says, walking over to each Agent, and hands each of them a folder. Inside is folio's on what is known and not about the mission. Once each were handed a folder, the rabbit returns to the podium. "For those not completely aware, t-t-this is going to be a mission OOB. Uhhh, oh! Out of Bubble. At l-l-least until you reach t-t-the San Diego bubble. O-o-our primary goal with this mission is to officialy establish d-d-diplomatic relations with the surviving US Marines in teh region. Any questions thus far?"
Angus gives both Shirai, and the unknown Panda a nod, leaving his arms resting on the back of their chairs as the Bunny begins to speak. He sits back, crossing his legs as she comes over before taking the folder. "Wait what?" He exclaims, sitting up a bit straighter at the mention of a diplomatic mission. "Diplomacy may not go the way you think Ma'am, last time we encountered these guys it didn't matter what we looked like or what we wore, they still drew guns on us and held us captive for hours."
Shirai sighs quietly, thumbing through the files. "What exactly happened last time, then?" the painted wolf deadpans, looking up at the receptionist with the same even expression she walked in with. "If we're going to walk over to some region with a bad impression, I'd like to know what to avoid." Angus's comment draws her attention, the woman listening in before shaking her head and covering her eyes with a hand. "Right, brilliant. Do you have any guarantee we can get in and out without being detained? I don't appreciate having guns pointed at me by anyone, much less military types. We aren't going to get anywhere if we're held prisoner for no good reason; Angus is right."
Menil gingerly takes the folder, opening it up and flipping through it curiously. She has... absolutely no prior knowledge of the mission or what to expect, really. She looks back up from the folder when Angus speaks, before glancing over at the bunny for an answer. "Erm.... yeah kinda what he said. These people don't seem too friendly?" she notes.
Forkbomb zones out and rubs his temples for a moment. Count to three. Inhale. Count to three. Exhale. It took a little while for him to even react to the folder being passed to him, but after he calmed down, an emotionless pall took over him. Slipping into that old mindset for a while. self lose-minded. Jumpy. Guessing that going in through the front door will just get us shot. Survivalists, similar to the black van and helicopter brigade that believed in UFO's and that we didn't land on the moon. Wonderful. What do we have in terms of a profile on these guys? What do we have to gain from them?square He opens up the folder and takes a cursory look through. Looking for vulnerabilities.
