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[OPEN] ever come this far, just to let this go...
Who: Rocket (beatupgrass) & OPEN
What: Rocket tries to track down the Shady Man and avoid being caught by the authorities. Also he's infected with the virus.
When: Early October
Where: All around Olympia
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, a sad animal with the flu
Notes: I will be on vacation from the 8th to the 15th, so responses might be a bit delayed after a point.
a. SAY HELLO TO THE PAIN | HUNTING FOR CLUES IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT
[Rocket's had numerous bounties on his head before, so this should be easy to deal with. The problem is he's been framed this time, and he's in a situation where he isn't sure that he'll be treated with the respect a sentient being deserves. After all, that didn't always happen in various legal systems across the galaxy.
His prison escape track record might be good, but where the hell is he gonna go afterwards? No. Best to avoid being caught entirely.
But he can't just sit in a hidey-hole and ride it out. Donning a cloak, he tries to hunt for any sign of the Shady Man, so he can give him hell. The Red Light District seems to be a good place to start since that's where Peter met him, even if he hates that place. All that weird fucking perfume in the air drives his sensitive nose crazy.
Weirdly enough... Today he can't even smell it. His nose is all stopped up for some reason. Weird, but not important. It might even be useful, even if most of the aphrodisiacs in the air don't really get to him, courtesy of his nonexistent sex drive (thanks science!). There's always a chance it could, and eugh. No thanks.
He goes into Shades Darker, against his better judgment, and questions the patrons as well as some of the workers, which has a tendency to backfire, as most of them don't particularly want to answer questions of a customer who isn't paying for something more substantial than drinks. A few of them keep trying to see under his cloak, cooing about why anyone would hide their face in a place like this. Needless to say, Rocket does not stay long here.
The street doesn't give him much more to go on, and there's always a chance of running into one of the guard- even if he knows people who work for Ashti, he doesn't trust anyone to put him before their job. Whenever he sees someone bearing the uniform of the guard, he subtlety tries to find somewhere else to be with a flash of cloak. Sometimes, in his haste, he runs into someone, which is a bit weird for him, because normally he's quite dexterous. His head is spinning a little bit. It's fine.
b. BLEED THE LIFE FROM ME | THE MARKET DISTRICT
[Everything is going to hell in a handbasket around here, and what started as some dizziness and congestion that he brushed off has turned into something a lot worse. His immune system fought it off for awhile, so he's less sick than some of the other people who were around when the stupid bomb went off, but it's getting to be a problem, because on top of being a fugitive, he's a sickly, weak fugitive- he won't stand a chance if he's caught.
But he's not used to relying on people and he's tried to avoid letting anyone know he's ill- which has been really hard with Peter around. Luckily, he's normally brusque, and this whole situation is such shit, that Rocket's general malaise probably hasn't been a concern for him. Not telling anyone, however, is only part of the grand scheme to avoid anyone finding out he's sick and using it to their advantage. He has to maintain an illusion of normalcy too!
So he shops in the market while wearing his cloak, stocking up on fruit, and tries to keep an ear to the ground for any information he can find, but a simple task is much more difficult than it looks when you feel this bad.
He drops a fruit while inspecting it and a harried merchant snatches his hand away from picking it up, accusing him of trying to steal, which leads to Rocket, in his smart-mouthed glory, that if he were trying to steal, he'd be a lot more subtle than that, which is likely to prompt a scene.
He ducks into an alley to catch his breath and lean against the wall as the aches and pains hit him and make him want to just curl up and sleep somewhere.
He gets disoriented trying to navigate the market and ends up staring at the stalls in confusion, holding his basket of wares, trying to figure out which way leads back home.
He's not having a great time.
c. WILDCARD | CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
beatupgrass) & OPENWhat: Rocket tries to track down the Shady Man and avoid being caught by the authorities. Also he's infected with the virus.
When: Early October
Where: All around Olympia
Warning(s): Rocket's mouth, a sad animal with the flu
Notes: I will be on vacation from the 8th to the 15th, so responses might be a bit delayed after a point.
a. SAY HELLO TO THE PAIN | HUNTING FOR CLUES IN THE RED LIGHT DISTRICT
[Rocket's had numerous bounties on his head before, so this should be easy to deal with. The problem is he's been framed this time, and he's in a situation where he isn't sure that he'll be treated with the respect a sentient being deserves. After all, that didn't always happen in various legal systems across the galaxy.
His prison escape track record might be good, but where the hell is he gonna go afterwards? No. Best to avoid being caught entirely.
But he can't just sit in a hidey-hole and ride it out. Donning a cloak, he tries to hunt for any sign of the Shady Man, so he can give him hell. The Red Light District seems to be a good place to start since that's where Peter met him, even if he hates that place. All that weird fucking perfume in the air drives his sensitive nose crazy.
Weirdly enough... Today he can't even smell it. His nose is all stopped up for some reason. Weird, but not important. It might even be useful, even if most of the aphrodisiacs in the air don't really get to him, courtesy of his nonexistent sex drive (thanks science!). There's always a chance it could, and eugh. No thanks.
He goes into Shades Darker, against his better judgment, and questions the patrons as well as some of the workers, which has a tendency to backfire, as most of them don't particularly want to answer questions of a customer who isn't paying for something more substantial than drinks. A few of them keep trying to see under his cloak, cooing about why anyone would hide their face in a place like this. Needless to say, Rocket does not stay long here.
The street doesn't give him much more to go on, and there's always a chance of running into one of the guard- even if he knows people who work for Ashti, he doesn't trust anyone to put him before their job. Whenever he sees someone bearing the uniform of the guard, he subtlety tries to find somewhere else to be with a flash of cloak. Sometimes, in his haste, he runs into someone, which is a bit weird for him, because normally he's quite dexterous. His head is spinning a little bit. It's fine.
b. BLEED THE LIFE FROM ME | THE MARKET DISTRICT
[Everything is going to hell in a handbasket around here, and what started as some dizziness and congestion that he brushed off has turned into something a lot worse. His immune system fought it off for awhile, so he's less sick than some of the other people who were around when the stupid bomb went off, but it's getting to be a problem, because on top of being a fugitive, he's a sickly, weak fugitive- he won't stand a chance if he's caught.
But he's not used to relying on people and he's tried to avoid letting anyone know he's ill- which has been really hard with Peter around. Luckily, he's normally brusque, and this whole situation is such shit, that Rocket's general malaise probably hasn't been a concern for him. Not telling anyone, however, is only part of the grand scheme to avoid anyone finding out he's sick and using it to their advantage. He has to maintain an illusion of normalcy too!
So he shops in the market while wearing his cloak, stocking up on fruit, and tries to keep an ear to the ground for any information he can find, but a simple task is much more difficult than it looks when you feel this bad.
He drops a fruit while inspecting it and a harried merchant snatches his hand away from picking it up, accusing him of trying to steal, which leads to Rocket, in his smart-mouthed glory, that if he were trying to steal, he'd be a lot more subtle than that, which is likely to prompt a scene.
He ducks into an alley to catch his breath and lean against the wall as the aches and pains hit him and make him want to just curl up and sleep somewhere.
He gets disoriented trying to navigate the market and ends up staring at the stalls in confusion, holding his basket of wares, trying to figure out which way leads back home.
He's not having a great time.
c. WILDCARD | CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE