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[impersonating the council, that is her crime, and in all honesty, she finds it extremely ridiculous. because out of all the chosen cooped up in aldrip, she is one of the selective few who had been living in this simulation longer than a year. two years, in fact; her anniversary is coming up. what joy! and what better way to spend her ceremony by making others' lives more complicated? in jinx's perspective, she might as well be the top dog in Aldrip (even though she doesn't care for it some days). and that is because her father, silco, owns almost every business in town, even some many aren't aware of.
so for the two of them posing to be the actual face of the council? not necessarily a stretch. but it seems jerry and the bosses see things differently, and thus here she is, wearing these awful and boring overalls (she'll design it later) with a trash bag over her shoulder.
maybe the other rule breakers have already started working, or maybe they're discussing among themselves which task goes to whom. either way, jinx hasn't moved an inch since being brought here. and what makes it a little unsettling beyond her stillness is the crooked smile on her face. it appears innocent, but there's an artificial sweetness to it. and the more her lips curl, the further the poison bleeds. that is, until suddenly, she springs to life by raising her left arm straight and high above her head—like a student recalling a question they wanted to ask twenty minutes ago.]
Yes, hi, hello! — I'm good, how are you, never better...! So... I gotta take a piss. What do you want me to do about that, huh?
[showing her teeth now in her devious grin, her arm drops dead weight by her side while she elaborates.]
Should I just... do it right here? Pop a squat? [a brief pause, then.] Oh!! You know, human waste is great for fertilizing crops. Sometimes preferable.
[and there she goes, unfastening her belt to either actually do it or just putting on a facade. hard to tell with this girl.]
so for the two of them posing to be the actual face of the council? not necessarily a stretch. but it seems jerry and the bosses see things differently, and thus here she is, wearing these awful and boring overalls (she'll design it later) with a trash bag over her shoulder.
maybe the other rule breakers have already started working, or maybe they're discussing among themselves which task goes to whom. either way, jinx hasn't moved an inch since being brought here. and what makes it a little unsettling beyond her stillness is the crooked smile on her face. it appears innocent, but there's an artificial sweetness to it. and the more her lips curl, the further the poison bleeds. that is, until suddenly, she springs to life by raising her left arm straight and high above her head—like a student recalling a question they wanted to ask twenty minutes ago.]
Yes, hi, hello! — I'm good, how are you, never better...! So... I gotta take a piss. What do you want me to do about that, huh?
[showing her teeth now in her devious grin, her arm drops dead weight by her side while she elaborates.]
Should I just... do it right here? Pop a squat? [a brief pause, then.] Oh!! You know, human waste is great for fertilizing crops. Sometimes preferable.
[and there she goes, unfastening her belt to either actually do it or just putting on a facade. hard to tell with this girl.]
Edited 2025-06-10 18:27 (UTC)
[Look, Fauna doesn't want to be here either. She tried to ask Jerry if she could just do the work herself, and Jerry did his Batman act before she could. Which leaves Fauna standing around, looking pretty agitated and fidgety. Still, a job's a job.]
Look, let's just... all try to get this over with fast, okay? We don't want to be here, either. But if you guys are the ones who spread the fire, you gotta fix what you did.
[At least, she's assuming it's true for everyone. Still, the work has to get done, so...
Still, she's getting bad feelings about a lot of this. She's keeping her changer ready to transform at any moment...]
Look, let's just... all try to get this over with fast, okay? We don't want to be here, either. But if you guys are the ones who spread the fire, you gotta fix what you did.
[At least, she's assuming it's true for everyone. Still, the work has to get done, so...
Still, she's getting bad feelings about a lot of this. She's keeping her changer ready to transform at any moment...]
Please do not do that. Here, at least. [Here is one of your guards, and it is
someone who is clearly going to not think this is some kind of crafty plot.]
I could escort you to a proper facility. [They were wrongdoers, but he wasn't sure--yet--that they were heretics, so he will give her the benefit of the doubt. Until he decides.]
What did you do to get sent here? [Because he's not sold on this job either.]
someone who is clearly going to not think this is some kind of crafty plot.]
I could escort you to a proper facility. [They were wrongdoers, but he wasn't sure--yet--that they were heretics, so he will give her the benefit of the doubt. Until he decides.]
What did you do to get sent here? [Because he's not sold on this job either.]
[So, none of them want to be here, basically.]
It seems a reasonable penalty, to fix what they destroyed.
Yet....[Something doesn't sit right with him but he hasn't been here long enough to decide. ] Does this feel right to you?
It seems a reasonable penalty, to fix what they destroyed.
Yet....[Something doesn't sit right with him but he hasn't been here long enough to decide. ] Does this feel right to you?
Aww, what's the matter? Are you telling me you don't want the flowers to grow?
[she clicks her tongue while shaking her head, disappointed.]
Shame on you, Ralph. And what will Jerry think about you and your performance here today?
[but jinx does readjust her wardrobe and cocks her head to one side—inspecting this so-called "guard" who she had never seen before in her life. he is definitely a newcomer, she thinks, and all the more reason to twist the narratives and make him quit his job. and by the way, she isn't going to answer his question.]
[she clicks her tongue while shaking her head, disappointed.]
Shame on you, Ralph. And what will Jerry think about you and your performance here today?
[but jinx does readjust her wardrobe and cocks her head to one side—inspecting this so-called "guard" who she had never seen before in her life. he is definitely a newcomer, she thinks, and all the more reason to twist the narratives and make him quit his job. and by the way, she isn't going to answer his question.]
I do not care if they grow. [Flowers? He spent most of his life on a warpship. He has no idea what flowers are. Some sort of vegetation, obviously, probably to do with a reproductive cycle but he's not here to facilitate plant pornography.]
Gadriel. My name is Gadriel. Have you suffered a head injury? [Because whoever this Ralph person is...he's pretty sure he doesn't look like him. Gadriel's been keeping a low profile but he's pretty sure he'd notice someone else of his general hugeness around.
He sighs.] I was appointed to do this. [Because he's a certified Good Boy who always follows orders.] Let us all just do it as fast as possible, so we can work together on getting home.
Gadriel. My name is Gadriel. Have you suffered a head injury? [Because whoever this Ralph person is...he's pretty sure he doesn't look like him. Gadriel's been keeping a low profile but he's pretty sure he'd notice someone else of his general hugeness around.
He sighs.] I was appointed to do this. [Because he's a certified Good Boy who always follows orders.] Let us all just do it as fast as possible, so we can work together on getting home.
Hiei... is only actually here because of Kurama's blatant force on the matter. The redhead can be spotted in different places around the training grounds, though he is mostly lingering where he can keep a close eye on his fire demon partner.
The demon had very openly tried to shirk his responsibilities here, annoyed at the idea that he should be enforcing anyone else's punishment in the first place. In its own way, overseeing prisoners is a unique form of punishment for Hiei, who has resented having to babysit humans since time immemorial (since they were put together as Team Urameshi at Maze Castle).
In typical form, the little demon can be found atop something Tall™, looking about as irritated as he feels, arms crossed over his chest when he isn't snacking on (aka savaging) random fruit from the surrounding trees. He's keen on watching, at the very least, hawkish in his attention to what everyone is doing, even if he is not particularly intent on stopping bickering or being particularly pushy about keeping their wards moving if they keep him entertained his boredom.
His tone is waspish, though, for those who take too long of a break or don't seem intent on their current activity.
"Dragging your feet isn't going to make this faster for any of us. Get moving."
[ Hiei.. stares impassively for a long moment as Jinx presumably suggests dropping trow and going to the bathroom right in front of him. Honestly, not the most disgusting thing he's ever had happen in his presence, by the scale of demonic happenings. It takes him a moment to sift through responses, his general annoyance somewhat assuaged by the amusement at her boldness.
It helps that he has only been introduced to actual bathrooms in the human world since he lived feral in the demon world for who the hell knows how long.
Of all things to be asked of him here - ]
Have at it. Just don't expect to stop for medical attention if you're bitten or made uncomfortable by anything you touch your ass to.
[He's not trying to be huge and intimidating. It just comes with the territory.]
Do you think they were wrongfully accused? I cannot think why I was chosen for this duty.[SO was it random? You know, Stanford Prison Experiment stuff?]
Do you think they were wrongfully accused? I cannot think why I was chosen for this duty.[SO was it random? You know, Stanford Prison Experiment stuff?]
[He's conflicted about this, because he follows orders that seem reasonable, and if the people had been part of the spread of the fire, they should face some penalty, and a little light cleanup sounded a great deal less terrible than time in a pain glove or something...
But something still doesn't feel right and he can't put his big finger on it. Maybe it's that he doesn't like following mysterious summonses. Maybe it's because he's still pretty sure this is some daemon realm and this mysterious "Jerry' is, well, a daemon. It sounds like a daemon name to him.
But whatever. Gadriel stands, looking a little worriedly, over the crew of their charges, trying to decide for himself if this was a just or unjust duty. If you're one of the sentenced, he may sidle up and ask if you feel you were judged fairly for this, or if there was some worse punishment he didn't see. He can't help, they say, but maybe he could be convinced.
If you're a fellow guard, he might ask what they know about the fire and why it was set. He had been so busy with trying to put it out, that he hadn't bothered with any non-immediate question.
Any way you take it, his first salvo in the conversation will be simple exhortation. ]
If we do this swiftly, the punishment can more quickly recede into memory. [A solid quote from the Codex. ]
But something still doesn't feel right and he can't put his big finger on it. Maybe it's that he doesn't like following mysterious summonses. Maybe it's because he's still pretty sure this is some daemon realm and this mysterious "Jerry' is, well, a daemon. It sounds like a daemon name to him.
But whatever. Gadriel stands, looking a little worriedly, over the crew of their charges, trying to decide for himself if this was a just or unjust duty. If you're one of the sentenced, he may sidle up and ask if you feel you were judged fairly for this, or if there was some worse punishment he didn't see. He can't help, they say, but maybe he could be convinced.
If you're a fellow guard, he might ask what they know about the fire and why it was set. He had been so busy with trying to put it out, that he hadn't bothered with any non-immediate question.
Any way you take it, his first salvo in the conversation will be simple exhortation. ]
If we do this swiftly, the punishment can more quickly recede into memory. [A solid quote from the Codex. ]
Hm. Do they lack skills? Many of the tasks seem simple enough. Perhaps they just need some training.
OH? Can you tell me which one? I will keep an eye out for them.
[Don't worry, tiny human. He will protect you. Or try to.]
[Don't worry, tiny human. He will protect you. Or try to.]
for any convicted;
[Scott has a certain face to him, like he really doesn't want to be here. Or at least, doesn't want to be standing around and just watching other Chosen be forced to work on the training grounds. He already thinks that the whole sentencing thing is bullshit, so he's not really convinced that they really deserve to do crap like this. Besides, shouldn't everyone just pitch in to help restore the training grounds?
But on the other hand, getting a favor from Jerry seems like a good idea. Maybe it will lead to more information. Or something else. So outright just saying fuck it to this whole thing is also stupid.
Still, the teen's a little grumpy as he sits on some overturned log, only really addressing anyone that seems to be slacking off. Or worse.]
Come on, let's just get this over with.
for any enforcer;
[Scott's been thinking about bringing some snacks or water for the working Chosen, because all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He wouldn't say he's a fan of every single convicted Chosen that's currently out here, but that doesn't erase the uncertain feeling that's developed in his chest since Jerry showed up with that stupid badge.
Like why now? This is the first time he's ever done something like this in the two years since he's been here. He wonder if it means anything. Ugh, maybe he'll find and open a bag of chips and start shoving something in his mouth as he thinks.
But looking at any fellow enforcer nearby...]
So, this sucks, right? [He wonders if Jerry is planning something by doing this... divide them?]
[Scott has a certain face to him, like he really doesn't want to be here. Or at least, doesn't want to be standing around and just watching other Chosen be forced to work on the training grounds. He already thinks that the whole sentencing thing is bullshit, so he's not really convinced that they really deserve to do crap like this. Besides, shouldn't everyone just pitch in to help restore the training grounds?
But on the other hand, getting a favor from Jerry seems like a good idea. Maybe it will lead to more information. Or something else. So outright just saying fuck it to this whole thing is also stupid.
Still, the teen's a little grumpy as he sits on some overturned log, only really addressing anyone that seems to be slacking off. Or worse.]
Come on, let's just get this over with.
for any enforcer;
[Scott's been thinking about bringing some snacks or water for the working Chosen, because all of this is leaving a bad taste in his mouth. He wouldn't say he's a fan of every single convicted Chosen that's currently out here, but that doesn't erase the uncertain feeling that's developed in his chest since Jerry showed up with that stupid badge.
Like why now? This is the first time he's ever done something like this in the two years since he's been here. He wonder if it means anything. Ugh, maybe he'll find and open a bag of chips and start shoving something in his mouth as he thinks.
But looking at any fellow enforcer nearby...]
So, this sucks, right? [He wonders if Jerry is planning something by doing this... divide them?]
[she puckers her lips together, stroking her chin with her index and thumb while she thinks. but then, briskly, she clicks her fingers with a beaming smile.]
Nope! — Ralph is better. So we're sticking with that. The name fits whatever you have...—
[jinx rotates her hand in a circular motion, gesturing gadriel's entire physique.]
— going on here. And also, you work for me. So!!
[the bluenette pitches the black trash bag towards his direction (which sadly, makes some weird flips and fall to the ground) then rests her hands on her hips.]
Get a move on. But don't forget to pick up the cool trash; I might want to use it later.
Nope! — Ralph is better. So we're sticking with that. The name fits whatever you have...—
[jinx rotates her hand in a circular motion, gesturing gadriel's entire physique.]
— going on here. And also, you work for me. So!!
[the bluenette pitches the black trash bag towards his direction (which sadly, makes some weird flips and fall to the ground) then rests her hands on her hips.]
Get a move on. But don't forget to pick up the cool trash; I might want to use it later.
Edited 2025-06-11 00:21 (UTC)
Thank you for the information. He will get away with nothing here. [under Gadriel's watch, at least.]
[He tracks the gesture, trying to make sense of it. You mean the Astartes? [Also not called 'ralf']
No. [He retrieved the garbage bag, holding it out to her.] I cannot do your penance for you. That's not how it works.
No. [He retrieved the garbage bag, holding it out to her.] I cannot do your penance for you. That's not how it works.
What do you think he will try? [This person sounds sus. Definitely on Gadriel's list.]
I also do not like this. It feels like they are trying to set us against each other.
I also do not like this. It feels like they are trying to set us against each other.
Ooooh, but that's where you're wrong.
[she struts over to the gentleman and throws her arm against his forearm, practically using him as a leaning pillar. with a revolting smile, she points down to the bag he's holding.]
Lookie here, I don't know what the other Chuckleheads did in order to get this gig, but I've done nothing but improve this place.
And what kind of screwed-up message would you be sending if you got little old me to do all this dirty work? You wanna side with a man who has a giant forehead but his brain is the same size as a screw bolt?
[she struts over to the gentleman and throws her arm against his forearm, practically using him as a leaning pillar. with a revolting smile, she points down to the bag he's holding.]
Lookie here, I don't know what the other Chuckleheads did in order to get this gig, but I've done nothing but improve this place.
And what kind of screwed-up message would you be sending if you got little old me to do all this dirty work? You wanna side with a man who has a giant forehead but his brain is the same size as a screw bolt?
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