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Joel ([personal profile] aintyourdad) wrote in [community profile] thearena2014-09-01 07:29 pm

open;

Who| Joel and YOU?!?!
What| Joel has found the TLOU store and isn't pleased. Alternately, Joel has found a copy of his biography and is REALLY displeased.
Where| The TLOU store; the bookstore.
When| Week 2 yo
Warnings/Notes| Cussin', possibly violence, references to body horror and torture/murder etc.

[ Option A; the TLOU store ]

He stumbles upon it early the second week. They've been scouring every shop and store - anything might have useful items, after all, and even if they don't, potential hiding spots are good to have as well. So it's a shock when he makes his way into the next shop on his list and finds -

Toy plastic gas masks. A neon colored flamethrower. Artfully tattered backpacks, bandanas, plaid shirts. Dawn of the Wolf posters.

The scowl on his face deepens as he wanders further into the shop, not liking any of this one bit but wanting to be thorough, too. And then, there they are. Ugly as sin, and even knowing they're fake, made of rubber, enough to get his heart racing a little faster - clicker masks.

[Option B; Story time ]

Later in the week, he's making the rounds and ducks into a bookstore for a breather, not expecting to find anything of interest. That is, until he picks up a book at random and sees his own goddamn name on it. It's like watching a train wreck, really - he starts flipping pages, unable to look away. The story itself doesn't bother him. Even the exaggerations, the blatant inaccuracies, the clearly biased point of view - he couldn't give two shits.

But the fact of its existence is just one more reminder that the Capitol seems to know everything about them. Things they shouldn't have any knowledge of, they know about. Enough to twist it all around to suit whatever their purpose happens to be.

There isn't much that frightens Joel, but this is kinda scary.
earthborn: (strategy without tactics)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-14 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)
She's not mollified, but it's enough to make her shut up for a minute and think. The hell was she so worked up about, anyways? Joel knew her best, although anyone could know her better than Shepard, at this point. Hell, they'd been partners for--

...Ah. Right the, the uh...the global pandemic thing.

"Shit," she raises her hand automatically to scrub at her face, remembering just in time how badly that would hurt, "Would you believe I forgot? It's not like there haven't been enough distractions."

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-10-16 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Keep your head down he says. Another alien, he says.

Christ.

Tess meets that glance of his with an annoyed look, muscle at her jaw ticking as she clenches her teeth. Look at him, getting bossy. She says nothing and crosses her arms, waiting to hear where this conversation is going to go.
earthborn: (warfare is based on deception)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-10-20 06:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, he's a Salarian," Shepard crossed her arms, mimicking Tess without quite meaning to, then recrossed them when her habitual position put a strain on unhealed bones, "Professor Mordin Solus."

She glanced over at Tess' back, then back to Joel, "You know, he'd help you."

[personal profile] oopsright 2014-10-21 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah? Where the fuck was our help twenty years back?" It comes out as sharp as Joel's words had.

All those people who had died, her own death, her family and Joel's daughter. That help would've been really great.
earthborn: (you will die like a dog)

[personal profile] earthborn 2014-11-05 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
"Probably just getting tenure, in another dimension, and on alien world, or has it just not sunk in for you yet?" Twenty years ago, Mordin probably hadn't been older than fifteen, not yet the famous, infamous virologist he would eventually become, but no less brilliant.

And he might as well not have existed, so far as Joel and Tess were concerned. But he did now, and Shepard had never been the kind of woman who missed opportunities.

"We are not in Kansas anymore. The rules are different-- including what's impossible."