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one ➳ video.

[ allison's decided to record this from the rooftop of one of the slightly shorter and less damaged buildings because why not; especially when the air is crisp and cold and helpful in clearing a troubled head. she's brushing back a stray piece of hair when she turns on the video, before using both hands to steady the tablet currently balanced on her knees. though she looks calm, there definitely seems to be a heaviness in her posture — like she's only just taken a moment to relax and let the good and bad of the situation sink in. the latter, it seems, is what's troubling her today. ]

Hi. [ a half-smile ]

I haven't been here too long, so I'm not so good at this. But how do you even begin to stop thinking and worrying about everything back home? Or at least about people. Family.

[ because the realization had been that her dad's alone now. or he's with gerard, which might actually be worse. she knows he's capable of taking care of himself, but she also hadn't exactly left at the best of times either. her tone turns more inquisitive, more determined as her brain tries to grasp at ideas of what she could do. ]

I know trying to be sent back is trouble, but if there's ways to let us travel, shouldn't there be some way for us to leave something? A note, a memento, or something to let people know we're okay.

[ if she could, she's sure he'd find it. she knows it'd probably make things too easy, but a girl can dream, can't she? the silence begins to stretch on too long and allison figures it's time to buck up and at least stop broadcasting her sullenness, so she just adds: ]

Thanks. [ and a shake of her head before the feed's switched off. ]

[ ooc: oops forgot to add that feel free to also find her outside! ]

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[ no it was a smooth criminal of a statement ]

Yeah. [ she's sort of nodding after having heard it from multiple people, though part of her still stays wary. ] Yeah, okay. Although, if that's the case, why don't they tell us this from the start?

'Cause they're idiots? [Imagine a sad trombone sound effect to go with that, considering how Steph said it.] They'll bring it up if you ask, but I guess there's just a lot of info to go through.

[ okay, she'll laugh at that because it's nice to hear someone speak so frankly. ]

Maybe someone should make an easy to read version.

There is a guide, it's just-- [wait hang on while she tries to track it down on her tablet, before sending the newbie guide as an attachment.] One of the other Transports made it, and I don't think it's been updated much, but it covers the basics.

Oh, huh. That's actually pretty great. [ she might've taken a minute or two to quickly glance through it herself before replying. ]

List of bars? Really?

It's pretty useful.

[She can wait, grining at what Allison asks.]

It turns out people's main coping method is similar across universes.

[Booze.]

Do futuristic apocalyptic worlds even have a drinking age? Or any kind of laws, for that matter?

[ she's a teenager. she's no stranger to underage drinking, but she's also being one of the rare responsible teenagers atm. hitting a bar later could be good though. at least for a distraction. ]

Nothing official, so it tends to be up to the bartender's discretion.

[She's seen twelve year olds hanging out in some bars, while other places won't serve anyone who looks too young.

Talking about the laws and cops is a little tricky, and Steph's expression twists for a moment before she shrugs.]

As for the rest of it, there's a police force but no real laws, so they mostly stick to the big things. [murder, theft, that sorta thing.] No one's gonna go to jail for tax fraud, you know?

Well, that's a relief. [ she gives a wry smile ]

Who decides what the big things are though? If there's people here from all kinds of times and worlds, doesn't that get tricky?

The Exiles look after themselves, mostly. [They're not from different worlds and they can make up their own rules.] We've got a Transport part of the force, and I guess the general rule is "don't hurt anyone else".

[They're not gonna go after a twelve year old drinking, but if you try to kill someone they'll likely have a problem.]

It's what I tend to go by, when I'm patrolling.

[since. vigilante.]

[ she nods because even though it leaves a lot of room for grey areas, it sounds a lot like something she's heard before. ]

My dad had something of a code like that.

Are you part of the force? I mean, when you're in the get up and all.

[ what was that secret identity again? Young adult mammal woman? ]

[She's quick to shake her head.]

I'm not really cop material.

[It's too complicated to explain that she doesn't trust them, that she just wants to help people without all the tangled things involed with being part of an official force.

Instead, she focuses on something else:]

What's your dad do?

[ she doesn't get the chance to ask more about the vigilante justice bit, but she can sympathize somewhat. there were somethings that cops just weren't equipped to deal with.

her attention is diverted to the question about her dad and she gives a half-smile. ]

Private security consultant and firearms dealer. It's — was sort of a family business.

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[She wonders what that correction is about, but isn't inclined to press it.]

Sounds like a hell of a job. I'm guessing you won't need any firearms training at least?

[She can't imagine someone who works in that business not teaching their kids to safely use guns.

It's also an interesting fact to file away next to how Allison was armed with a knife when she arrived.]

I know the basics.

[ which is true. guns weren't what she felt automatically inclined to use ~~unless i get jossed about this~~ ]

I was never really interested in things until about a year ago.

All my dad taught me how to do was break outta handcuffs.

[Hahahaha

Not the way you think.]

What happened a year ago, if I can ask?

[Because for all her not wanting to pry, she can't not say something after that.]

What's he do?

[ look she's got no idea!!

also luckily she's got an answer for this that wouldn't really compromise any of the werewoofs!! ]

I got tired of feeling and helpless all the time. [ shrugs ] I knew I wanted to be able to take care of myself.

He's a B-grade supervillain.

[kanyeshrug.

But she can definitely respect Allison's answer.]

That's kinda why I started running around in spandex. Learning to shoot was probably the smarter option.

[She is good at self-deprecating humour.]

Actually?

[ the vigilante status makes it difficult to gauge level of seriousness. ]

At least the spandex looks comfy. [ she can roll with playful ribbing ] I'm actually a lot better with a bow and arrow, actually.

He calls himself the Cluemaster.

[Really for reals.]

It rides up like you wouldn't believe. [Steph pls.

Also her current uniform isn't even spandex but whatever.] And hey, that's really cool. Did you pick that as your weapon?

[20 questions time.]

That's... quite the name.

[ she wants to ask how common the costume routine is back in steph's home she really does ]

Thanks. I went back to get a crossbow, actually. I thought it might work a little better.

[ but she's got both recurved and reflex bows stashed away just in case ]

What about you?

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He used to host one of those stupid quiz game shows, you know? [Hence... Cluemaster?? Sort of.] After he got fired he kinda lost it.

[In which "kinda lost it" means he turned to a life of crime and was basically an all-round terrible person.]

Oh, awesome. If you ever need me to hook you up with fancy bolts, just let me know.

[Since she can pretty easily turn the mechanisms within batarangs into crossbow bolts.]

And I picked the suit, which is going well so far.

I'm sorry to hear that.

[ families, man. so much potential for awful things. ]

That'd be great actually, but I couldn't just ask you to do that for nothing. [ although it would be pretty sick if allison could acquire things. and who knows, maybe this is what they'd meant by "weapons growing". which thinking about and then steph's comment, makes for a confusing picture. ]

Your suit is your weapon?

S'alright, everyon'e got their shit.

[Tim's parents might have been fine by conventional standards, but they were still neglectful and probably at fault for a bunch of his complexes; Helena's mafia; Cass has two supervillains for biological parents.

Steph tries not to let it define her, not anymore, at least.]

You can buy me pancakes one a month in return. [It's hard to tell whether that's a serious suggestion or not, but she's grinning.] Yup, I asked and they said I could pick it, so it's got better armor, tech and individual weaponry than when I showed up. And the utility belt always seems to have what I need, as long as it's something that'd normally be kept in there.

[So she can pull out a roll of bandages easily, but wouldn't be able to suddenly have a small kitten, or anything.]

I think I might be getting the better of that deal. [ but pancakes can totally be done. she could even make them if all the ingredients could be acquired. ]

That actually sounds pretty great. Maybe I should've talked to them before I picked something.

[ although she probably won't go back on it. the familiarity of a bow is too much to give up ]

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private; video I GOOFED FOREVER her weapon is a compound bow but pretend she has a crossbow too

EVERYTHING IS RUINED FOREVER NOW

WHAT WILL I DO

idk maybe sacrifice some virgins???

sounds like a legitimate plan 8|<

the solution to all my problems tbh

quick someone get stiles

cackling

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