text; posted to the network around 2am on the 15th.

[siesinddasessen]

Listen up.

Especially you, Sho, because this is entirely your fault. [Yup, she's saying this here because of reasons. Just wait a moment.] Remember telling those kids about your Karate Bugman superhero guy on Halloween?

Guess whom they went to catch now. [If this was voice, she would just sound really tired now. Not because she has slept so much, because this is a whole different kind of stress than what she handles normally, even more when she thinks of what will have to happen the next day...] They have been missing since around three. Police and cohorts are useless as usual, but I've been able to track those little pests down. Sometimes you just need to ask the right people the right questions. [Even when that is expensive. She will never admit to how she has actually not only put time but also money into locating those little brats. ...and is going to put in even more. If anyone asks, it is because she fears that she'll get in trouble if they vanish, since it was her who encouraged their speculations about this superhero. It's what she's telling herself.]

Anyway. They seem to have concluded that bugs live in the sewers, and have last been seen entering and inside sewers and subway tunnels and similar exciting places. The last localization that I have is an hour old and in one of the less-used subway tunnels. We know what that means. They need to be gotten out of there quickly, and civilians are hardly the best choice for that. [Not only because she doesn't want to get into any contact with police, or answer questions. Also because she heavily doubts that they would be as effective or even be inclined to do something, if it interferes with plans... after all none of the children have parents, or parents of power, behind them.]

Me and Sho, who will obviously take responsibility and go down there, will meet up at William Street Station tomorrow at seven. Look for a van blasting the Tinymon theme. Everyone who wants to see those little pests not being eaten by moving snake statues on their watch, report there, and as quickly as possible.

Because there's no space for useless people here, and the numbers should make sense and such. We need fighters. Then people who can handle and calm down kids, and also carry at least one. And also someone who can heal. Lastly, someone who can drive the van [just don't ask her why she has one and how it got there if she needs a driver] and will wait with it at the surface for us in case we end up somewhere where we have to get away from quickly. Everyone who comes down there with us needs to be prepared to the best of their abilities, even if they are assigned to handling the kids.


[OOC: Please, if your character participates, have them check in here so they can figure out ICly what their task will be and such.

While the rescue mission has enough participants to work now, up to two one fighter can still be added if someone wants their character in, so don't feel shy, they're welcome! All slots are now full. The information post for this player-plot is here.

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[siesinddasessen]

I'll go to pick up the van and a few other things before heading there, so there would be a bit of public transportation involved. You should cover your hair though if you come with me, we really don't need to draw unnecessary attention towards us.

[Especially not in those parts of the city.]

[espigeonage]

I can hide it. Would it be better for you if I didn't come with?

[siesinddasessen]

Either way is fine, or I wouldn't have offered.

[Seriously, you have lived with her for a while. Do you think she would be intimidated by sounding rude if she didn't offer? ...or something along those lines is what Blaine is thinking about as she get sup and walks over to his room to knock at the door. Let's see if they can change this from text to a normal conversation... Since obviously he is still up as well.]

[espigeonage]

Hang on- aah, whatever.

["Still" up, not really; he'd gone to bed at around ten and woke up not that long ago. In the normal course of things he'd do quiet things and go to sleep again in a couple of hours. So, he opens the door in the worn, baggy t-shirt and too-long soft pants he sleeps in.]

[With less clothes in the way fever-heat roils off him. His arms are muscular and have some shiny callus-like formations where his usual longer, heavier sleeves chafed and blistered his thin skin.]

Hi. Basically, I don't know, wherever you're going I'm an outsider, and if that means questions it slows you down a little.

[siesinddasessen]

As long as you don't stare and ask questions, they won't either.

[She throws a pointed look at his arms. Seriously, that looks like he should wear different clothing. She's pretty sure that he can afford a shopping spree for new shirts.] I get that we can't help the echoes, but not adjusting your wardrobe to them is just plain stupid, you know?

[espigeonage]

All right, then.

[He raises his eyebrows.] I wouldn't be caught dead like this outside. These are pajamas. [Vain bird that he is, he doesn't even wear them in the house.]

[He has vague bands near his wrists where sleeve openings would rub. The other scale-like patches are more scattered.] And the marks haven't gotten any worse since I started wearing turtlenecks under everything, I'll just have to hope they go away by the time it heats up.

[siesinddasessen]

Or proceed with the echoes to a point where this stops, I get it.

[She's fairly sure that he didn't want to think about that, but it's the obvious answer. And it's totally not something that she worries about herself. Yup.]

[espigeonage]

[Julien makes a face, inner eyelids shutting defensively.]

Yeah.

[let's change the subject.]

What kind of supplies are you looking to take? Besides weapons and flashlights.

[siesinddasessen]

Food and drink. Primarly for the little brats, but some for the group - we don't know how long it will take. Some of it will stay with you.

This reminds me. ...you know Akito, right? Does he have your mobile number?

[espigeonage]

Right. Coffee and something to breakfast with might be good, it's an early start and I don't know how used to those everyone is.

Yeah, I do and he does. He's been helping me.

[siesinddasessen]

If we have to split up, he will be the one contacting you about the meeting point.

[espigeonage]

Sounds good. I'm glad the "polar vortex" seems to be over, it's cold but not like it was... You think we should see about anything to heat people up anyway, or will drinks be enough?

[siesinddasessen]

Blankets in the car would work. We can't carry any additional weight. Add whatever else you feel like adding to things in the van, as long as they take up no space that is needed for people.

[espigeonage]

Hm. Yeah, I'll think on that...

It's a pretty big van, right, if we're talking seven kids and however many adults?

[siesinddasessen]

I'll try to get one for twenty people. If we're unlucky, we'll have to squeeze. [She shrugs. Kids can obviously go on laps, and if everyone else sits a bit more closely together... It shouldn't be a long ride.]

[espigeonage]

A full-size van, not a mini... All right. Fingers crossed, then.

[siesinddasessen]

You can still drive that, right?

[She yawns. It's not her usual bedtime now, but she also doesn't usually spend her afternoons all alert and running around. And being able to sleep and get tired when she needs to has been something that has helped her quite often in her life.]

[espigeonage]

I have once or twice, but it's just as well there's not much ice around right now.

[She yawns, and argh that's contagious.]

I'll program the coffemaker. You going to get some sleep in this interval here, or d'you have to keep answering people?

[siesinddasessen]

I'll give you extra money for refills for the tank. Practice while waiting.

[She'll reach over to attempt to ruffle his hair at the mention of coffee. Yep, he has her absolute approval there.]

I'll catch three hours or so of sleep. We might be down there for a while tomorrow, and have to fight. Can't afford being too tired for it.

[espigeonage]

Sure thing, boss.

[Julien sees it coming and leans back a bit, not enough, making a face - less of one than a few minutes ago - and swats mildly at her arm.

His hair is... soft. Downy. He really is very warm.]

Hey, watch it or I'll... some kind of threat. Quote poetry at you. -But yeah, I hear you.

[siesinddasessen]

Really awful poetry?

[espigeonage]

Worse. Really pretentious abstract poetry that people who've studied say is great. Like, oh-

[He reaches back into his room - unmade bed that he'd been in, lots of clothing on stands and hooks, stacks and shelves of books and mementos and more clothes, and those hair and skin products that aren't in the bathroom - flips open a book and at random reads]

"A box. Out of kindness comes redness and out of rudeness comes rapid same question, out of an eye comes research, out of selection comes painful cattle."

Only going on for a lot longer.

[siesinddasessen]

I guess that would be a threat to reckon with. I will have to thread carefully.

[She flashes him a short grin and then takes a step out of the door and back to her room.] I'll catch some sleep. You do whatever works best for you, but be ready on time or I'll leave without you.

[espigeonage]

Good. Yeah that's the price for grabbing the hair without asking.

[Julien shuffles into the kitchen part of the main room so he can fill the coffeepot with water.]

Right, right, sounds good.

[siesinddasessen]

[She'll do a short side-trip to the bathroom to get ready for the night and do a mock-salute into his general direction before heading into her room and vanishing for now. She'll see him again in a few hours. Until then, she'll be busy sleeping. And maybe shooting back a few last messages.]