𝚂𝙴𝙲𝚄𝚁𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝚀 #𝟷  ...  𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙸𝙶𝙶𝙴𝚂𝚃

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @sp3cters ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTARES  +  AGENTVITALIS

          he  trusts  her  far  more  than  he  trusts  in  himself.  despite  opposition  to  letting  anyone  else  witness  his  problems  and  concerns,  he  bears  a  modicum  of  truth  in  regards  to  himself  when  sloane  is  around.  he  sits  on  the  floor  of  his  office,  back  against  his  couch/temporary  bed,  and  a  recently  emptied  crystal  tumbler  in  one  hand.  maxime  sets  the  glass  down  and  looks  over  at  sloane.     "     i  am  tired  of  thinking  i  know  anything.  of  thinking  that  there  is  any  action  i  can  take  that  can  save  anyone  here.  not  after  everything  that's  happened  these  past  weeks.     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @doghoods ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTEPSILON +  AGENTBYTE

          it's  not  often  she  visits  the  medical  bay.  as  an  intelligence  agent,  the  worst  injury  she  deals  with  is  a  papercut.     (     call  her  retro  if  you  must,  she  prefers  seeing  things  out  physically.  helps  with  the  headaches  she's  never  gotten.     )     "     hey,  got  anything  for  migraines     ?     "     yejide  is  not  above  faking  an  ailment  for  information.  there's  worse  she's  done  to  sate  curiosity.     "     over-the-counter  stuff  never  works  for  me,  and  natural  remedies  are  failing.     "     not  even  a  half  second  pause  after  her  poor  explanation  before  she  jumps  coyly  into  the  real  reason  she's  ventured  so  far  away  from  intelligence.     "     those  images  that  were  shown...  real  weird  right     ?     is  any  of  that  possible     ?     like,  medically     ?     "

          they  tap  incessently  at  the  screen,  lips  pursed  in  thought  as  they  scan  through  contradicting  and  redacted  confidential  information.     "     do  cyber  research,  they say...  but  don't  look  at  information  that  will  help  because  we  don't  want  you  to  have  it.  stupid.     "     frustrated,  yejide  powers  off  their  tablet,  though  they  continue  tapping  the  screen  awake  every  couple  seconds  just  in  case  they  somehow  missed  a  notification     (     spoiler  :  they  haven't     ).     "     can  i  confess  something     ?     "     they  don't  wait  for  an  an  affirmative  answer.     "     i  wasn't  scared  of  clowns  before  the  incident  but  i  think  i  might  be  now.  they  were  kinda  creepy.     "

" it's not just you, " jia says. his own device sits untouched in their lap as he watches yejide work. " which is good, means we get fewer security breaches, but sucks when the directors decide they know best. " not that julia particularly cares about the details, beyond that they think it would make for an interesting read. he's always been more interested in entertainment than anything else, boredom being the only real fate worse than death in their eyes. " quite honestly, it's amazing we get told as much as we do, " they say. " if they could get away with telling us no more than the civilians, they probably would — but then we wouldn't be able to get anything done effectively. "

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text. ( from any of ur muses ! )

MEMEPROMPT : Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ SENT 7:17 PM to Agent Medusa ] Hello. This is Dr. d'Aureville. [ SENT 7:21 PM to Agent Medusa ] Which you likely already know, since you should have my number saved. My apologies. [ VOICE NOTE SENT 7:30 PM to Agent Medusa ] literally just silence for six seconds, then an oh shit as it cuts off [ SENT 7:42 PM to Agent Medusa ] Sorry. I think I wanted to check with you to make sure you truly are interested in all of this. Mercy isnt conddusvie to second thoughts. Medical field is expanding outside of meryc to. [ SENT 7:42 PM to Agent Medusa ] *condusive [ SENT 7:42 PM to Agent Medusa ] CONDUSIVE [ SENT 7:43 PM to Agent Medusa ] mpotherfucker

$ = for neve because of ...reasons

MEMEPROMPT : Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ SENT 2:24 AM to vanessa DO NOT TEXT ] do you ever think about what we could have done differently? if the outcome would have been the same? [ SENT 2:24 AM to vanessa DO NOT TEXT ] sorry, wrong number. please disregard [ guinevere lovelace has blocked vanessa DO NOT TEXT ]

two things: I hate change and having my routines interrupted. I hate things being the same it’s boring

          maybe  it's  just  in  his  nature  to  be  a  wet  blanket,  because  he  can't  find  reconciliation  in  a  one  grand  voucher  to  a  casino.  a  poor  attempt  from  the  executive  board  to  smooth  things  over  and  placate  agents  and  civilians  alike.  part  of  him  hopes  it  doesn't  work,  part  of  him  holds  out  that  enough  people  will  see  through  the  fragile  facade  that  it  will  have  no  choice  but  to  fall  apart.  he  never  relished  in  destruction,  but  there  would  be  something  satisfying  about  this.           he  drinks  water  like  it's  whiskey,  weighty  crystal  glass  in  one  hand,  and  crumpled  up  voucher  in  the  other.  maxime  clings  to  the  corner,  in  an  illusion  of  safety.  there  is  no  reason  for  him  to  be  here  if  he  really  doesn't  want  to,  but  he  still  feels  that  he  must  watch  for  his  juniors,  if  not  his  peers.  a  field  agent  approaches,  and  maxime  immediately  has  the  need  to  change  everything  about  his  demeanor,  to  project  the  smallest  prickle  of  pain  within  those  closest  to  ward  off  others.  he  does  nothing.  sighs,  sips  at  his  water,  and  increasingly  wishes  it  was  alcohol  with  every  word  caine  says.          "     you  are  a  gambler.     "     plain,  succinct.  not  a  no,  not  a  yes,  not  an  admonishment,  only  an  acknowledgement.  blue  eyes  meet  blue,  searching  for  true  intention  and  finding  nothing.  maxime  smooths  out  his  voucher  but  does  not  hand  it  over.     "     i  will  let  you  have  it  under  the  condition  that  you  try  something  involving  strategy.  roulette  is  a  waste  of  your  time  and  money.     "

WHO: Caine Jackson & OPEN WHERE: Dead Lucky Casino

The moment that voucher touched Caine's hands, he took off in search of the casino. He spent his youth wandering from shelter to shelter, hands aching to grasp onto any dollar or morsel of food he could find. To look down at his hand and see such a high number would've done wonders for his childhood self, but now, he felt nothing but the need to gamble with it. Call it greed, a need to give in to his vices once again, or him being a glutton for potential punishment, but he decided to go big or go home.

And it appeared that he was meant to go home. Loss after loss at the roulette wheel meant that the money the voucher afforded him was all but spent, and he was left with nothing but a bruised ego and a bitter taste of defeat on his tongue.

He glanced around to determine his next move, eyes finally settling on a familiar face. He wandered over to their side, ❝Those roulette wheel dudes are fucking scam artists. How do you not land on black 20 times in a row?❞ Caine didn't bother questioning the fact that he chose to place his bets on the same spot even after losing 19 other times. ❝Anyways, you spend your voucher yet?❞

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @putresceres ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTHADES  +  AGENTVITALIS

          he  has  dedicated  years  to  determining  if  it  is  at  all  possible  to  control  the  mutation  received  upon  successful  solaris  administration.  every  time  he  thinks  he's  close,  an  ability  such  as  prudence's  appears.  by  all  means,  transmutation  should  be  a  gift.     (     aren't  they  all  gifts     ?     then  why  is  he  seeing  more  failures,  rejections,  side  effects,  and  possibly  violent  deaths     ?     )     "     how  have  your  attempts  at  managing  it  gone  so  far     ?     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @mercyfuls ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTARACHNE  +  AGENTBYTE

          "     is  it  just  me  or  was  mercy  a  lot  easier  to  hack  into  five  years  ago  ?     "     tablet  is  propped  up  against  her  rolled  up  sweatshirt  on  the  table  as  she  swipes  through  screens,  getting  steadily  more  frustrated.     "     you'd  think  having  agent  status  would  get  you  more  access.     "     yejide  huffs  and  sinks  into  her  seat.  while  she  was  stellar  at  cyber  research,  anything  on  these  clowns  was  turning  up  articles  and  posts  timestamped  just  after  the  governor's  ball.