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 Posted: Fri Dec 18, 2015 3:18 pm
Virtue"Yeah, I'm from the University faction." Or what was left of them. Liam's lips twitched into something that wasn't quite a frown, but was close. A little unsure. "That's what I hear, though honestly I don't remember. None of us do, as far as I know. We were all at our respective bases, and then the next thing we knew, we were all waking up either here or at Victoria." With new, unexplained scars.
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2015 8:53 pm
I don't know if you can hear me
Scout had already spent a sad Christmas working the pod room and later helping the repairs of the life labs. When she finally got off, she returned to an empty room, no presents (save the few she'd been handed during the day, mostly gifts out of pity, she thought) and no momma. Thus it followed that she decided to take Dawson up on his word and help him repair whatever chapel it was.
It wasn't hard to find since it was one of the only small hobbles not entirely in shambles. When she entered it was, maybe expectedly, empty.
She did see a few brooms stacked against the wall, and maybe somewhat lamely she began to sweep. Merry Christmas to Scout Kingsley.
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:38 am
Virtue
"Mm..." Dawson frowned knowingly. "Welcome t'the X-Files, bruh. Small memory wipes like that? Prob'ly a blessin', considerin'."
At the wall, Dawson excused himself briefly to talk with one of the senior Moons to catch up on progress for a moment before returning.
"It's Dawson, by the way." He handed a runic dagger over. "Go plant that one where they marked it, would ya? N' dig it in deep, the soil here gets soft."
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Posted: Wed Dec 30, 2015 7:45 am
I don't know if you can hear me
There were few workers there that day, but only because it was volunteered; Dawson couldn't ask people to take the holiday to work if they didn't want to after all. He was coming by with a fresh tray of hot chocolate when he spotted a familiar bushel of hair.
"Frizzle?" He changed his path to go visit, cups clinking. "Hey there! Merry Kwanzaa!"
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Posted: Thu Dec 31, 2015 10:11 am
VirtueLiam's shoulders came up in a small shrug. "Maybe. I mean I'm sure I'm better off not know some things, like how my back got messed up, but there are other things." His fingers worked along the back of his neck a she spoke. "Woke up with personal effects on me from people, with no idea how I got'em. It couldn't have been all bad, you know?" Another shrug, this one a little more helpless, and maybe a touch apologetic for having rambled a bit. "Dawson, nice to meet you officially." He took the dagger and flashed a smile. "I'm Liam." As directed, the trainee headed over and sank the dagger deep into the ground, planting his foot against the handle to push it even deeper. "All set over here.
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Posted: Sun Jan 03, 2016 12:18 am
Virtue" Right. Do that another ten times that side and then call me to check it!" someone yelled from the second floor. Dawson wheezed. "Get 'em in as straight a line s'ya can, Maleeka likes 'em that way," he said. "Like, break out a ruler straight, aight? She claims it makes the connection stronger 'r some s**t, n' I'm not gonna say otherwise, y'know?" He clasped Liam's shouler in passing as he went to retrieve more tools. "Welcome t'the team, Liam." Beejoux probably the end of this drabble, though feel free to make another or join one if i make more!
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Posted: Thu Jan 28, 2016 8:38 am
national chocolate cake day
Volunteers certainly got treated for their time and work. On Christmas Dawson had come around with plastic cups of instant hot cocoa and a few marshmallows for those interest. On New Years, he and some coworkers scrounged together a few pizzas nabbed out of New York, which sparked quite the debate as to what style was best.
That January 27th, he snagged a second cake off Al and offered it to those working in the late afternoon. When asked why he wasn't joining in (as it was natural for someone like Dawson to chow down anyway), he joked that he had already had a whole one to himself anyway (a lie, as Horace had split with him, and even then he had only taken a few slices and added the remaining to the cake he had bought) and needed to get with the people watching the space heaters to make sure those were still going fine.
"You abandoning us?" one of the hunters asked through half a mouthful of cake.
"Hell naw, this my baby," he replied. "But the poor peeps down there need at least a lil' modicum of some comfort, y'know?"
"Where'd you even get space heaters?"
Dawson winked. "Amazin' what you can do with a lil' charm n' some hoofin' around here."
(This week and the next was fit to burst with shifts and work to take over, but he still found it worth it, temporary and meager as it was.)
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