[Jason yawns as he comes out of his bedroom late in the day. He'd been feeling horrid lately, run down, bleary, with this constant background headache. He'd gone to work, but he barely remembered any of it, thanks to drinks spaced out through the night and if he could get away with it, a break for his new favorite relaxer. He hadn't really spoken ( Read more... )

[Jason's heading down the street towards the market, one of the string bags tucked under an arm and humming to himself as he does]

[Despite it being her day off, Trance is over in the agriculture department's greenhouse, looking over a patch that seems to have a mix of thriving and sick plants. After writing and filling out some forms before getting a window box styled planter. Setting a few holes up and getting them transferred over, she waters and trims the peaky looking ( Read more... )

[There's the sound of a scuffle in an alleyway near the brothel, the sound of grunts and curses, insults in Russian and muffled sounds of pain, like someone's trying to shout around something shoved in their mouth ( Read more... )

*traveling back and forth from the store, the junkyard, and Niflheim, Blaine is carrying construction equipment; boards, nails, random scrap he picked up and hopes he can use for something*

Alright, now for- *and he's reading on how to re-enforce a door and windows from a book as he bangs through the front door, stepping over various things*

*feel free to assault him on his way to the brothel! once there, he's sitting down and drinking with the girls, amusing them between customers; upon seeing Yelena, he gets up to go speak with her ( Read more... )

[Jack is seen on the front steps leading up to Midgard and three hammocks were made to help with the replacements of the beds that were "Lost in Action" and in the process of making a fourth. It was one of the few and probably only selfless things that he'll do but for now, it's better to have something to do than to be bored. He had plenty to work ( Read more... )

*The PA crackles on again at 1100 hours.Today is Saturday, Rations Allocation Day ( Read more... )

[grumbling as he shoves the dead Tribbles that infested the apartment into a sack]

Stupid fucking fuzzy assholes.

Achoo!

[sniffles and feels around for another to shove in the bag. They aren't hard to find at least, which is good since he's shivering a good bit]

[ooc:front door is open, so feel free to help. Or point and laugh, either way]

[Mikaela is horrified by all these things seriously wtf]

Ugh!

[She throws one in her anger. Does it hit you? MAYBE]