We Don't Drink On the Job. [semi-open]

[thewarisover]

Characters: members of the Watch and whoever else decided to drop in!
Location: All over Death City
Rating: PG, possibly higher
Time: from November 5 - all day, during various shifts - down to the morning of November 6.
Description: Watch patrols happen on a daily basis, but the events of such are usually handwaved. This one's the official log for

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HEADQUARTERS

[thewarisover]

[Roy isn't actually around for most of the 5th - he's left Armstrong and Hawkeye in charge of things in his absence.

A transmission, however, comes in at around 11 PM from the Commander, informing the lot of you of his position. He'll be camping out at the steps of Shibusen with cigarettes, coffee and a pack of sandwiches.

Bug him if you need to. In fact, even if you DON'T need to, bug him. He's been in dire need of people to talk to these days.]

[getyourgunson]

[After a bit of debate Date decides to swing around and pay Roy a visit, since he hasn't had much of a chance to talk to the guy in the last couple of weeks. Now that he's finally settled his stuff, the samurai supposes he really needs to start making up for what he's missed anyway.

So here he is, going to where Roy is a good while after his transmission. He's not in his usual armoured attire, but rather wearing something that's much more tolerable under the Nevada climate. The steps are annoying to climb as ever, but Date manages it easily and settles down beside the other man without another word.]

[thewarisover]

[An acknowledging glance, as he's pulling the cigarette from his lips.

Been a while, Date.]

[getyourgunson]

[Been a while indeed. Date only spares Roy a glance before he snorts, running one hand through his hair before he speaks.]

Looks like you've been through quite a bit.

[thewarisover]

I suppose I have.

[getyourgunson]

I suppose asking if you're alright would be kind of redundant then. [Said with a small, amused grin.]

[thewarisover]

I'll live.

[getyourgunson]

That's good to know.

[thewarisover]

[Eyes.]

You're looking better. Everything good?

[getyourgunson]

[Grins slightly once more, nodding after that as he shifts to lean back against the steps.]

Yeah, things are good on my end again.

[thewarisover]

Then you're ready to go right back to fighting.

[getyourgunson]

I wouldn't have applied for Zone Leadership if we weren't.

['We' meaning himself and Dante, of course.]

[thewarisover]

Fair enough.

[getyourgunson]

I suppose I need to apologize for taking so long to get to it; a lot of things happened on my end.

[A whole, whole lot.]

[thewarisover]

You don't need to.

[getyourgunson]

[Makes a sound of acknowledgement here.]

If you need to ask me about anything though, feel free to.