kai-un dorm

[parttimesoldier]

Who: kai-un + visitors
When: post-arrival
Where: kai-un dorms
What: surely having a good time after all of THAT
Warnings: tba???

[So that was fun! Surely they have earned some time to rest. Surely.]

Comments

[faultlieswith]

[ Ishmael pauses, taking a moment to sincerely consider the question. ]

I've never had to really think about it that way. In the City, Fixers are just a known term.

What we're "fixing" is whatever the person or company hiring you wants, I suppose. Some Fixers specialize specialize in one thing, while others are more generalists. Pretty much anything goes so long as the Fixer's willing: killing, protection, taking care of tasks that are too dangerous for a civilian, that kind of thing. The company I work for now specializes in suppressing Abnormalities and Distortions.

[ She pauses, then realizes there's an obvious follow up question here. She beats him to the punch and answers before he can ask. ]

Abnormalities and Distortions are complicated. Let's just say they originate from people and are similar to monsters.

[ratiocinations]

[That is a lot to take in, but in that same vein, Holmes does appreciate the thoroughness of the answer. To him, it sounds like they are very, very specialized mercenaries, the sort a company would want to keep on its payroll if they really are so varied and competent.

"Abnormalities and Distortions." She predicts his question about it, though it just spawns more.]

Originates from people? That nearly sounds like it is some manner of disease.

[faultlieswith]

[ Ugggh why did she even bring that part up. She just wants to go to bed, man. ]

Abnormalities, I can't say. My company suppresses them, and we keep logs on them, but the technology that created them is way above my pay grade. [ Assuming it wasn't destroyed when Lobotomy Corporation fell. She pointedly keeps that detail to herself to avoid him asking about them. ] I just know they came from humans, somehow.

For Distortions, I guess you could compare it to a disease. Someone is in a vulnerable state of mind, hears a voice and gives into it, and then they turn into some sort of monstrous form of their inner self.

A coworker of mine went through it. We had to kick his ass to get him back to himself. He says it sucked.?

[ratiocinations]

[This is what happens when you let Holmes through the door, he won't stop asking questions.]

It "sucked." [help] I can't imagine anything like that is very pleasant.

[And overall, that was a lot to unpack. Everyone here comes from such baffling circumstances, such fantastical roles. He wonders if that has anything to do with why they're here.]

And rather like throwing open the closet door to shine a light upon all the skeletons within. A monstrous form of their inner self? Really?

[faultlieswith]

[ Next time, she's closing the door in his face. ]

That about sums it up. My coworker turned into a wild beast because he felt less than human.

[ Sorry not sorry for spilling your dirty laundry, Healthcliff. ]