The streets of Fandom, Tuesday night

[tigerundercover]

The Red Raven had finished her assignment in the dorms (look, you rationalized suddenly realizing you were posing as a snake and living in the vents your way, a Soviet superspy from the 1950s would rationalize it her own way). The only intel to be gathered there was in the disgusting capitalist excess. The Red Raven made her way out of the building, resumed her human disguise, and started into town.

More absurd capitalism, just as she suspected. The town had not been converted along with the rest of the USSA. A bakery and a coffee shop? She could spit on them.

Though she was a bit busy already, glaring down and occasionally fighting off vikings and trolls.

Ugh. Capitalism at its worst.

[ooc: aaaaaaaaaand in Raven's world, the USSR got the bomb first and communism has conquered the world. As you do.

Content warning: Codependency and emotional manipulation in the Dinah/Priestly thread.]

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[lovemykilt]

Priestly wasn't about to let a little thing like trolls, vikings, or dinosaurs stop him from being out and about in the night. Hell, the trolls and vikings were just a bonus.

His hand was going to get sore if he had to keep punching the dinosaurs in the face, though.

[tigerundercover]

Ah, let Red Raven get that for you, stranger.

Raven sent a powerful, slicing kick at the side of the dinosaur's head as it approached Priestly from behind. The heels of her boots could be wickedly sharp when she needed them to. She landed in a crouch by the downed reptile and took a moment to breathe and look the man over.

Not bad. The mask was a little ostentatious -- that money could be used for genetic research to create more supersoldiers, after all -- but she couldn't help but admire the rest of his style.

Basic black. Slimming, mysterious, and resistant to visible gore stains.

"Пожалуйста."

[lovemykilt]

"Gesundheit," Priestly answered, giving the girl a once over in return.

It was well-established in most worlds that Priestly had a thing for powerful women. So while most of his brain was well aware of just how dangerous that lazy headtilt and smirk was to his continuing health and well-being, he just couldn't hold it in.

"Rook," he said by way of introduction."

[tigerundercover]

Red Raven couldn't help but smirk in return. "Carrion bird," she said. "Or a chess piece. What king do you answer to, little bird?"

[lovemykilt]

"Who says I have a king?" Priestly answered, moving to slowly circle her.

A queen, now. . . . Yeah. He had one of those.

[tigerundercover]

"A lone rook?" Red Raven said, following his movement with her eyes while keeping her feet planted. "Sounds . . . dangerous."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Kestrel was also out looking for trouble; tripping trolls and smashing vikings into each other. Also, looking for her partner, who was probably having too much fun without her.

And there he was!

"Rook!"

[lovemykilt]

That right there? That was Priestly's "oh shit" face. He straightened from where the Red Raven had thrown him and threw the girl a warning glance. "You'll want to run, now."

[tigerundercover]

"I see," the Red Raven said, stepping back. "The Rook has a queen."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Rook, who's this?" Kestrel's voice sounded reasonable. Possibly too reasonable. "I was just looking for you so we could have some fun."

[toomanyofme.livejournal.com]

Yay capitalism indeed!

Jamie was in fact leaving JGOB with a box of doughnuts just like a good bourgeois doughnut capitalist should.

In fact Jamie was stuffing his face with that bourgeois doughnut right now.

Mmm. Doughnut.

[tigerundercover]

"Capitalist pig!" The Red Raven spit on your excess, Jamie!

[toomanyofme.livejournal.com]

Jamie swallowed his doughnut and gave Raven a confused look. He was quite prepared to be called stupid for coming out into town which is being attacked by vikings, trolls and dinosaurs... but a pig.

"Hey!" Jamie shouted back. "No need to be rude!"

[tigerundercover]

"Rude?!" Red Raven scoffed in disgust. "Rude is shoving your donuts in your mouth when others go without bread!"

[toomanyofme.livejournal.com]

"What? You mean the dinosaurs?" Jamie queried. "They can get their own doughnuts!"

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

Arachne - the famed (in hushed tones in the halls of power) CIA assassin - was on her way through town to check her drop locations yet again to see if she had any assignments.

That's when she saw someone acting pretty communisty.

"What's up?" she asked as she swung down to the street.

[tigerundercover]

Raven actually looked up, at that.

Look, her spy training happened before that slang entered into the popular consciousness.

"Nothing of interest," she said.

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"Are you sure? I have many and varied interests," Arachne said.

[tigerundercover]

"Political interests?" Red Raven asked.

Subtlety!

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

"I listen to talk radio every now and then," Arachne said. "How about you?"

Two could play this game!

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor was out exploring the night, because -- well, that was a lie. Eleanor was looking for more things to kill. She hadn't had this much fun in weeks.

She kept checking the vikings' clothes for pockets, but thus far, no one had anything interesting enough that she felt like swiping it. Sooner or later, one of them might have money, or a flask of liquor. Something.

Better chance with that than with the trolls.

She nodded to the serious-looking girl as she walked past, assessing her. Threat? Enemy? Another student, out for the thrill?

(if it's not too late?)

[tigerundercover]

[will be headed bedward in about an hour, but we can slowplay it as necessary!]

Raven had managed to acquire herself a viking war hammer, so there was maybe a little bit of threat to her over all look. On the other hand, the way she was whaling on that dinosaur with it, the "out for a thrill" couldn't exactly be ruled out.

She spotted Eleanor and took a moment to look her over, assessing her in return.

She didn't look very capitalist.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor had to look odd, wearing most of a diving suit (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v328/Rellyjean/eleanor/Eleanor_Lamb_Concept_zps093178c1.png). She'd skipped the helmet; it limited her vision.

The long needle extending from her arm, that didn't come standard on diving suits, but all the Big Sisters had them. No better way to extract ADAM from your prey ... or to skewer a splicer like a shish kebab.

She definitely approved of her (presumably) classmate's antics with the hammer. She ought to pick up one of those herself; blunt objects weren't usually her style, but they had panache.

"Would you like some help?" she drawled. The girl didn't look like she needed help, and Eleanor could give a damn if other people got mauled by dinosaurs, but offering help was more polite than asking if you could squeeze in on all the fun.

(SP IS ALWAYS YAY ♥)

[tigerundercover]

Red Raven tilted her head. That skewer could be useful. She memorized the shape for later shifting. "Alright," she said. "I'm always willing to share the wealth."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"I haven't seen any wealth," she replied lightly. "None of these creatures have anything worth the bother of lifting off their corpses. Eleanor, by the way."

To show her appreciation for the shared bounty, she was going to dash forward and launch an attack on the back of the dinosaur's legs.