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genessia2016-12-02 10:50 am
redcinemareel) wrote in genessia2016-12-02 10:50 am
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Ninth Reel: Overtime [ACTION]
Garden Park
[After turning into a bird for two weeks and then things going back to “normal”, Grell was feeling anything but normal. Being a reaper gave her lots of freedom, but being a harpy was on a whole ‘nother level. Also, now she has a dog which she rescued from being hurt by a bunch of thugs. Now it was recovering pretty well, and she’s now taking it for a walk in the park.
Grell is easy to spot, but it’s obvious that she’s preoccupied with other thoughts. Her dog, meanwhile, is preoccupied with relieving itself. She realizes only when it tries to walk away, having the reasoning to look down and see that she needs to clean up after it. She really needs to teach it to use a toilet! Or just get a cat.]
Honestly, don’t you have any dignity? [Is this her new life? Cleaning up dog droppings?
As if she could stay mad at the happy face it gives her.]
Genessia
[Grell is putting in extra hours for her absence while being a harpy to help set up the security at the new nightclub that should open soon. She needs to set up cameras, microphones, computer systems, and maybe even a few lasers.
Okay, maybe not lasers, but she’s definitely considering that option.For now, strobe lights will have to do.
At the moment, she’s installing a hand and eye scanner with a tablet. It’s quiet work, which she doesn’t mind. The less distractions, the better.]
Fayren
[A fire breaks out at a small tavern in Everglade amidst a fight breaking out. Among those fighting is a black clad woman with a chainsaw taking on a crowd. A one of those that challenged her after a heated argument are now on the floor, lifeless. The woman looked around the crowd behind goggles and sneered at them all.]
Humans are the worst. [The voice, calm yet cold, spoke to the crowd surrounding her.] You can’t even have a simple argument without someone resorting to violence to win.
[One man moved to strike at her with a broken bottle from behind, only to be met with a quick end to his charge. The woman made a diagonal motion with her weapon so quick that it seemed as if there wasn’t a direct hit at all.
Not even a moment passes before the man is in two bloody messes on the floor. The other patrons either backed away in fear, or shouted in anger. Not at the man being killed, but at the audacity that a human would go as low as strike someone from behind. They were obviously not human by their skin pallor and reaction. Soon, a brawl began as sides were set, the situation turning into human versus non-human or undead.
Well, Phase One is going as planned.
The woman slips out during the chaos and onto the streets, chainsaw resting on her shoulder as she texts while walking.]
no subject
Hearing the footsteps doesn't make Grell turn around. It's not until Gale speaks that she does so, saving her work so far.]
So far, so good. The fingerprint scanner will be functional soon, then I'll adjust the cameras. [She points to one of them, which is quite small and hard to find if one didn't know where to look.] You wanted more than ten, right? Twenty?
[Twenty still seems like a low number to her. Paranoia....]
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Damn, even I wouldn't have known that one was there unless you pointed it out. I knew I asked the right lady for the job.
[He looked over his shoulder, seeming a bit puzzled.]
Twenty? I figured maybe six would be fine. I mean, this place is smaller than After Life.
[Not by much, but it didn't have the VIP room like After Life did, so it seemed considerably smaller in comparison.]
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Indeed, you did.
[Grell takes a look around as well at the soon to be club.] Perhaps we could install six and have a few extra on hand should we find that we need more. [Her gaze turns back to Gale.] Better to have them than not and end up waiting on a backorder.
[Her attention then turns to the binder under his arm.]
You're not here just to check on things, right?
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Good call. I wouldn't have thought to have 'em on hand if necessary. You've done this before, haven't you?
[Sounds like something he oughta do at After Life too. That area is way shadier than this little spot in Genessia City.
He looks down at the binder then, taking it in hand and waving it in the air.]
On just you, no. This is just to keep track of what's already here and what I still need to do. Particularly in makin' sure the equipment and inventory is already here and set.
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[It isn't difficult to do, and she probably had to do some in the courses she took. He really should consider doing the same at After Life.]
So far, four cameras are installed, two are waiting, the hand scanner for the back room is in progress, and computers one and two are set up but not linked to the net. I want to strengthen the firewalls before connecting.
[She looks over at the pile of equipment she went through and hadn't installed yet.]
Am I missing anything?
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[Not that he was calling her a thief. Or maybe she was, he doesn't know. He doesn't know what kind of pirating she and her buddies got up to, but she and Marco were pretty reliable at After Life.]
Don't think so. Sounds like you've got everything covered. Guess that means I can give ya a pass for missin' work for two weeks.
[He said teasingly with a wink for emphasis. He gets why she missed it, but it still gave him something to tease her about.]
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[Can he hear those gears turning in her head?]
You will, hmm~? So~...
[Grell gives him a cheeky grin.]
If I do more work I can earn a week off?