[log] New Year's Mingle [open]

[rubikscomplex]

Characters: Anyone in the Bunker
Location: Bunker
Date: Let's go with January...
Summary: Mingling in the Bunker
Warnings: Add to subject line!

[All of the rooms within the Bunker have been opened. The latest, Room 19, contains computer parts. They'll need to use those, the soldering gun and other equipment in that room to create some sort of interface with the last locked door in Room 4. There are cables to connect up to the tablets, so maybe that will help, as well. And they still have other computers in Room 24 and 26 to use.

There are other things to be about, as well. The Bunker is, as ever, cold, slightly glowing, and moldy. And there are plenty of other rooms to check in on.]

Comments

[bookofnope]

[Well goddamn. Not going off dramatically and actually waiting had actually worked. Beckett would spend more time being flabbergasted if he - well - if he had more time.

He's got work to do.

He ignores Sad Squalo - Sadlo? - and marches out into the snow to meet the approaching anomaly. There's probably going to be nausea and blood soon, not to mention hideous glowy poisoning, but what the hell, they're all going to die. He has other problems. His main problem is the constant wheel turning in the back of his head, the constant, constant struggle to remind himself, imperfect copy. She isn't Angel.

So they can use her.]

Hello, Angel. Come on in.

[phaseshifter]

[ HEY. WHAT. WHAT? WHAT. WHAT. ]

What?

[ Seeing Beckett is... complicated. Because he's Beckett, and she loves him to pieces, and it's been forever. But he's not the Beckett that was down in the room with her. He hasn't been changed. He's a copy, and while that doesn't make him lesser it does make him kind of an unknown.

But it's Beckett, though. And he's inviting her inside the bunker. She's not allowed there in her current state, so maybe it's a trap? Maybe they've got one of the remaining rooms open and they're going to shut her in there forever and --

-- and then she spots Squalo, and she's pretty sure he's freaking crying, and suddenly it doesn't matter all that much about whether this is a trap or not. ]

Why is - what's going on? Don't get too close. Don't touch me. Is - is he alright?

[ She floats her way inside, confused and distressed in equal measure. HEY GUYS? GUYS?? WHAT THE EFF? ]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys hangs back in the bunker, arms wrapped around his increasingly-thin frame. He only gives the returners a cursory glance, but quickly double-takes and flinches back when Angelnomaly floats in first.

Well.

Finding her was easier than they were expecting. ]

Oh! You're... u-um. Hi. Angel. You're looking --

[ Awkwawrd hand-motions. ]

Like that. Still. Heya.