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thisavrou_log2017-01-03 09:25 pm
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- *event,
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january event log
Who: Everyone
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!
When: January 3rd and on
Where: The Midway Hub.
What: The crew finally make it to the center of the Hub.
Warnings: Mentions of dead bodies, death, and violence. Please label your content!
E V E N T L O G |
"Let them in, and take them out."
|
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[Obvious he's dodging around the subject of those grenades. It's less that he wants to keep secrets from his CO, and more that he wants to be fair by the person that gave them to him.]
But yeah, I got some stealth camo. Thought we'd be needing it, but I've not really needed to use any yet. I'd be glad to pass them onto you. I'm pretty sure we can eventually find a better drop location for the fultons, too.
[Kaz tips his head back, looking tiredly up at the ceiling, trying to think if he has anything else he can share.] What music do you still have? [Somehow he makes it seem important. There's not a lot of things from home they can enjoy now. Who knows what they'll have when they go. If he knew how Chico had felt...]
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I'll take it.
[ Is his simple conclusion about the stealth camo, before he pulls up a fold-out chair from the fray and settles down as close to Kaz as he can manage with the dogs in the way. He has the music he'd pilfered from Afghanistan and Africa stored onto his iDroid, but he only has one real physical music cassette— that's the one he plays as he tucks one earbud into his XO's ear (the other already attached to his own self) and adjusts the volume.
The song begins with that familiar click, and a second or two of white noise.
Midge Ure filters through the groan of synthesizers, low and meandering:
"—We passed upon the stair, we spoke of was and when
Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend—" ]
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[They've traipsed through a wasteland and ship battles and somehow he thinks they've found more of it than they have in their recent years.]
[He presses his finger to the earbud and leans in, nearly close enough to bump foreheads, and listens. Luckily it's not abrasive and he enjoys it, not quite as much as he does Diamond Dogs but quite a bit, and he focuses on that other than voices in the background.]
[At least they'll have this one little taste of home on that other mysterious side.]