CLOSED | nobody wants to know my name

[perfectcameo]

Who: Logan
What: Jeremy is fourth on the list, but first on Logan's.
Where: Somewhere that isn't Chimer.
When: Shundi night.
Warnings: Violence.

Jeremy Bournio decided to move out of Chimer.

This was a slower decision than the one that got him fired - he could swear he was cut loose with a pension within the same five minutes he learned of the broadcast, a secondhand sense of shame feeling like it overflowed from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. Probably not the kind of shame others might look for in him, because it's difficult to have much of it and still smile in the photos that got passed around.

God, it was just a fucking joke.

( and nobody will recognise my face )

i ordered two coffees, one is for you

[whattigerscanchange]

Who: Odessa Wander and you, maybe!
What: Coffee break and downtime.
Where: The Glory Shada.
When: Various points throughout the workday.
Notes: This is an open thread for those who have reason to be at the Glory Shada.
Warnings: None as of this posting. Will update if that changes.

( the cups are so close the steam is rising in one stream how are you? )

some people just deserve to die.

[goodsoldier]

Who: STEPHANIE, KATE, HELENA, and JASON
What: vigilante anti-Militia party
Where: Deadman's Walk 12, Dog Fenn; assorted other locations possibly
When: backdated to the night of Jan. 31 and into the wee hours of Feb. 1
Notes: there are some different sections, one for Kate and Steph to meet up/coordinate, one for Helena and Jason to do the same, and one where y'all tag anyone you want GO WILD, because coordinating 4 people in different time zones is just not gonna work
Warnings: torture and general violence!

Helena had told him she'd meet him there, as finding a baby-sitter with little warning isn't always easy. He uses the travel time to take notes on the four different transmissions he'd received, sorting the information and prioritizing it. Of the four, the Howl Barrow raid kept his attention the most. There is a face, a name, and an address. That seems promising, and he figures, it would be best to move fast.

People talk about the transmissions in brief, hushed intervals, but he sits there like he really is studious chemistry major Nate, head down, notepad filling up. There is, however, a long black bag at his feet, heavy with useful things that would be difficult to explain were anyone to open it right here, right now.

No one does, of course. Even busy, Jason tends to exude a certain sense of fuck off please, an attitude generally respected by Baedal citizens of all stripes.

Helena is his only real ally right now; it would take an emergency for him to think of calling on Tim, Barbara, Superboy, or Stephanie. And this isn't an emergency yet. He's sure they can handle this, as long as they're quick. He does imagine that other people are taking similar actions across town, and he spares enough time to think that sooner or later, they're going to have to coordinate, somehow. He doesn't know how soon that will be true.