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Who: David Haller (immeasurably) & you.
What: Market clean-up and investigating.
When: First half of the event.
Where: Around Olympia.
Warning(s): None for now. Will add as needed.


» MARKET DISTRICT.

[ Having run through his meager list of contacts to assure himself that nobody he knew had been caught in the blast, David's next port of call is the market itself. Intending to offer what assistance he can, he isn't remotely prepared for what he finds — the devastation is immense.

Masked volunteers (and perhaps a few of the more entrepreneurial sorts) pick over the wreckage as curious onlookers gather. Anxiety prickles at the edge of his awareness and for a moment he regrets not taking Charles up on his offer of company, thinks that if nothing else the Institute must be quieter.

Still, he perseveres. Retrieving a mask and some protective gear, he heads toward the area designated for volunteers to change. ]

D'you think they'll catch whoever did it?

» RUMORS.

[ If there's one thing the protective gear is good for (beyond making you sweat like a pig) it's blending in.

Hours seem to have passed since he'd first arrived, and David quickly loses himself in the monotony of the task: gathering debris, disposing it in the provided heavy-duty bags. Not exactly glamorous work, but important.

It's during a brief respite that he first catches wind of the rumor — a tattooed woman and several friends have gathered in one of the shadowy corners, murmuring among themselves. He lingers as long as he is able, long enough to catch the gist of what is said — that the attack had been a statement of some kind, that it was something expected — before he is called away again and by the time he is able to return they seem to have vanished.

Yanking the mask from his face, David scrubs a hand through his hair, visibly irritated. ]

Goddamn it.

» WILDCARD.

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Comments

[greyate]

[ She looks back over at him when he says that, ]

Yeah? What happened?

[immeasurably]

I think I might've overheard something? [ The uncertainty is evident ㅡ it wasn't that he doubted that he'd heard it but that it was anything relevant. ]

There was this girl ㅡ well, I think she was a girl. I didn't get a close enough look but she seemed youngish, and she had all these ㅡ [ another wave, this time toward his body. ] ㅡ tattoos. She was covered in them. [ There's a point to this, bear with him. ]

So, anyway ㅡ she was saying that the people who did this ㅡ that it probably wasn't a cult because their ink was too new. I don't ㅡ [ a shrug. ] ㅡ I tried to go back, here more, but she was gone.

Guess I should report it. I just don't know to who. I'm not exactly on a first name basis with any of the Guard.

[greyate]

[ Her brow furrows as she listens to the description, sure that David is getting to the point but still not sure what to make of it. People here were... very different from what she was familiar with back on Earth. All these cultures and new history to learn. It was overwhelming if she tried to dwell on it.

But what he says is still something. People might be able to use the information. ]

I know someone. Eggsy. Eggsy Unwin. Do you want to call him?

[ She even reaches for her phone for him to use. ]

[immeasurably]

We can text him a little later. [ The old paranoia had begun to settle on his journey back, made worse by his encounter with Mantis in the Red Light District ㅡ these people didn't play around and there was no way of knowing who was safe. ]

I ㅡ it might not be safe, while people can overhear.

[greyate]

[ She nods and pockets her phone again. ]

I just assumed everyone would want to find those responsible.

[ And that was the general sentiment she was picking up yet she couldn't really be open about that, could she? She looks around them as they pass other people. ]

Didn't occur to me that some of them might still be around.

[ It's an easy thing to overlook when wanting to focus on... pretty much everything else. ]

[immeasurably]

[ Lifting his shoulders, ] There's a fine line between finding someone and finding the right someone.

I'm no expert but there's advantages to having someone to pin this on. [ There'll be public pressure, people demanding answers, and fingers being pointed at anyone remotely suspicious.

Then he adds, seemingly off-handed: ] Not that the Guard would do that, of course.

[greyate]

[ Jean frowns more at that, knowing he's right but not liking it one bit. She also knows she can tell better than anyone who would be lying and who wouldn't be.

Shaking her head, ]

Eggsy is a good guy. We can trust him.

[ She knows it. However... ]

Not that sure about the others, though. I don't really know them.