➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @skyf4llz ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTARISTOTLE  +  AGENTVITALIS

          "     your  confidence  is     ...     "     he  fights  for  a  way  to  phrase  this  into  a  compliment  —  or  at  least  something  that  isn't  outright  discouraging.  by  no  means  does  he  believe  any  division  is  better  or  worse  than  another     (     it's  biomedical  at  the  lead  without  question,  but  who's  keeping  count  ?     )     so  he  settles  on,     "     ...     admirable.  it  is  important  to  remember  that  the  organization  would  be  defunct  without  the  continued  collaboration  of  all  departments  and  agents  from  all  avenues  of  life.  that  includes those  field  agents  you  are  putting  down.     "

starter : julia ft. open @ unspecified location w/in mercy hq

" i'm just saying, " julia says, with all the confidence of someone who is about to expose everyone in the vicinity to the worst take of all time, " there's nothing a field agent can do that an intel agent can't do better. " says the intel agent with absolutely no in-person subterfuge skills — they can only lie when there's a computer screen between them and whoever they're talking to.

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @ghcstales ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTGHOSTRIDER  +  AGENTBYTE

          without  asking  or  looking  over,  she  holds  up  the  second  video  game  controller  when  she  hears  adair  walk  into  the  recreation  room.     "     choose  a  game  or  movie.     "     the  demand  still  comes  out  partially  questioning  —  she's  doubting  herself  more  often  recently.  a  new  development,  not  one  she's  particularly  fond  of.     "     stop  thinking  of  things  outside  your  control.     "     this,  she  says  to  both  herself  and  adair...  just  in  case  they  need  to  hear  it,  especially considering  everything  that's  been  happening.

          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  @hauntcdmercy ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTLAVENDER  +  AGENTVITALIS

          he  understands  pain,  physical  or  otherwise,  better  than  most.  he  is  constantly  developing  a  better  understanding  of  solaris-given  abilities,  and  the  painful  toll  it  takes  on  most  despite  all  their  advancements  and  management  treatments.     "     you  should  be  more  careful,     "     maxime  says,  despite  the  feeling  that  the  concern  will  be  disregarded.     "     or  at  the  very  least  you  must  understand  the  limits  of  your  ability  and  yourself.     "

I’ve got a sixth sense it’s called paranoia

➥     status  :  open  with  guinevere  lovelace ➥     location  :  the  dead  lucky  casino

          the  lights  cast  a  kaleidoscope  of  colors  across  the  casino  as  guinevere  navigates  with  purpose  through  the  throng  of  self  proclaimed  very  important  people  and  mercy  agents.  gaze  sharp  and  discerning  scans  the  crowd  for  familiar  faces,  turning  away  before  she  can  make  eye  contact  with  someone  she  used  to  know,  and  she  finds  herself  approaching  the  bar  with  measured  steps.  with  a  tilt  of  her  head  and  her  best  approximation  of  a  charming  smile,  she  pulls  the  person  closest  to  her  into  conversation  involuntarily.     "     luck  not  on  your  side  tonight     ?     or  are  you  just  on  edge  anticipating  something  to  go  wrong  like  it  did  the  last  time  there  were  one  too  many  agents  packed  in  the  same  room     ?     "

➥     STATUS  :  CLOSED  @or4cles ➥     FEATURING  :  AGENTMOIRAI  +  AGENTBYTE

          "     sitting  out  here  alone     ?     something  the  matter     ?     "     a  better  question  would  probably  be  what  isn't  the  matter.  their  brain  is  fried,  no,  disintegrated.  they're  holding  on  to  what  little  scraps  of  sanity  they  have  left,  vision  going  in  and  out  of  focus  the  longer  they  stay  up  researching  absolutely  nothing.  some  fresh  air  is  warranted,  even  if  the  spring  night  chill  has  her  wrapping  her  hoodie  around  herself.     "     d'you  wanna  talk     ?     i  can  also  offer  distractions.     "

Ayo Edebiri as Sydney Adamu in The Bear — 2.04 "Honeydew" + 2.05 "Pop"

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

          he  doesn't  enjoy  conducting  conversations  that  hold  weight  from  behind  the  safety  of  his  desk.  it  gives  an  illusion  of  power  that's  very  quickly  slipping  out  of  his  shaking  hands.  instead,  he  sits  comfortably  at  a  table  in  the  training  area  of  the  biomedical  wing,  practicing  suture  techniques  on  synthetic  flesh  because  one  can  never  be  too  confident  in  their  skills.     (     most  of  his  concentration  goes  into  ensuring  his  hands  are  stable,  that  he  is  the  absolute  picture  of  what  a  surgeon  should  be,  a  figure  for  agents  to  look  up  to,  not  condemn     )     "     you  are  holding  back  from  something.     "     needle  pierces  fake  skin,  and  he  pulls  the  thread  taut  without  looking.     "     there  is  no  one  else  here.  it  is  as  close  to  a  safe  place  as  we  can  get  right  now.  talk.     "

         "     oh,  trust  me,  i've  been  here  for  five  years  and  i  still  get  spun  around.    "     yejide  slips  her  phone  out  of  her  jeans  and  grins  at  ari.    "     i  made  a  mini  navigation  app  specifically  to  help  people  get  where  they're  trying  to  here.  i  can  help  you  figure  out  where  you're  headed  and  then  send  you  the  link     ?    "     the  application  was  birthed  from  boredom,  as  all  great  technologies  are.  her  sense  of  navigation  has  never  been  the  best,  managing  to  get  lost  even  when  it  is  virtually  impossible  to  do  so.    "     do  you  like  it  here  so  far     ?    "

open, the mercy hq courtyard, afternoon of may 3

"These are good digs you all have here. I was starting to think I might never find my way around." Ari gestured at the labyrinthine complex as they spoke to their companion, clearly still adjusting to the world of Mercy. It had been over a month now since the merger, but that didn't mean Ari felt at home yet, still getting to know both the headquarters and the people that worked within it. Never mind the fact that the newcomer didn't entirely feel they were wanted, despite their best efforts to change that. "How'd you ever get used to it? One wrong turn and it feels like I'm never gonna find my way out."